[center][color=9e0b0f][h3]Dana Harada[/h3][/color]
[hider=Ballin' Like Kobe][img]https://static.squarespace.com/static/51cc9e1ee4b09a1cb6e7da57/51cca161e4b0ad2a93ccab28/51cca16ce4b0ad2a93ccf0d1/1322504344085/1000w/tao-okamoto5.jpg[/img][/hider]
[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] America in a Nutshell, Olympus Academy
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] Rebekah Cross [@Krayzikk][/center]

When Dana caught Rebekah's eye and expression, she returned the wave cheerfully; however, she took a couple seconds to grasp the meaning of her wrist flick and the invitation implicit. When she realized she was being asked over, her face brightened up with a smile, and she nodded her agreement vigorously. You wouldn't have been able to tell from her movements. Lazily, she laid a napkin down along her coffee table book and closed it so that the paper served as a thin, but workable bookmark. Then she arranged a loose, blocky triangle of napkins atop the book's front cover and fished out her wallet, dividing up the money for all food purchased, past and present. When that was tucked under her chin, along with the check, she lifted up her dishes in both hands and brought them up to the counter. Meeting the cashier's face as best as she could, she set the dishes to her left and then took the money from in front of her neck, sliding it forward.

[color=9e0b0f]"Enclosed is the money for my meal, in addition to two more of the Oreo milkshakes. [i]Domo arigato.[/i]"[/color]

The cashier was staring at her - her, and from the corner of her eye, the dishes she had brought up with her. Dana smiled politely and bowed her head at the woman.

[color=9e0b0f]"Ah yes. [i]Gochisosama deshita.[/i] Thank you for the feast," [/color]she said dutifully, inclining her head further briefly and then lifting it. There was a sudden teasing edge to her smile. [color=9e0b0f]"Truly delicious for what it was. I understand more than most the difficulty of acquiring true high-caliber marbled beef in this most tasteless of wastelands, and do not fault you for making due."[/color]

The cashier was still staring. Wondering what she had done, she pushed the dishes forward, close enough to almost nudge the woman's wrist.

[color=9e0b0f]"Shakes?"[/color]

When she walked back to her table, she was carrying two more of the creamy beverages, and her smile had faded to one of complacent satisfaction. When she approached Rebekah's, however, all three of her current shakes - one half-consumed, two fresh in frosted mugs, topped with cherries and whipped cream - were balanced on the napkins atop her book. Harada nudged one forward to Rebekah and bowed her head politely in greeting.

[color=9e0b0f]"Hello, Rebekah. Thank you for the invitation."[/color] 

Smiling, she rescinded her bow and opened up her book to the page it had been at before, detailing Morrrison's erratic public appearances and appeal during concerts. Rock stars were the coolest.

...

[color=9e0b0f][i]sluuuuuuuuurp[/i]

[i]Ah.[/i]

Excuse me."[/color]