[h1]Jasmine Plunkett[/h1]
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Mashed potatoes. Simple foodstuff, glory of casual gods, served well with anything, [i]let's go bitch[/i].

Jasmine had reached the table after conquering the queue of patrons, grabbing nothing but a bowl and a spoon and scooping her bounty into the bowl. She earned the distasteful glares of folks who were looking to get their share, to which she retaliated with her own gaze that could make an alpha wolf shit itself.

Once she was satisfied with the amount of sustenance she pilfered, she turned and [i]raced[/i] towards the first empty table she could find, narrowly beating a couple of teenagers to it.

"[i]Taken.[/i]" Jasmine said, staring down the group. Wild eyes and some teeth grinding convinced them to continue their search for seating elsewhere.

Jasmine commenced the devouring of the mashed potatoes, darting her eyes for a moment in case anyone were coming to take her holy land from her.

Then it'd be dinner with some entertainment.