[indent][b][u]January 1st, 8:33 P.M.
Chipotle Mexican Grill, West 34th Street, New York City[/u][/b][/indent]

After giving their account to the police upon their arrival at Madison Square Garden, they had quickly departed for the restaurant--all that dancing and dodging of superpowered stalkers had worked up a bit of an appetite within Karen.

The drive was in itself rather...interesting. She wasn't used to having others ride with her besides Jones, her parents, and sometimes her manager. These people felt distinctly different than the gushing groupies that often tried to worm their way into her life. It was almost like having friends, in a way, even though they barely knew each other.

Karen had driven her Hybrid Porsche Panamera to the restaurant, with Jones in the passenger seat, and her three heroes all in the back. It had been a short ride, despite the usual New York traffic, during which they had at last properly exchanged names with one another. Chipotle was fairly crowded for this time of night, and so Karen had worn her thick sunglasses and beanie in the hopes of not being recognized by the throng of people surrounding them.

[color=orchid]"Get me the Barbacoa, please,"[/color] said Karen quietly to her bodyguard, hoping to further reduce the possibility of her being recognized by having him order for her while she went to claim a table for their group.

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Clio was the next to claim her seat at the table, carrying a tray of three soft tacos. She smiled to Karen, but looked away just as quickly, pretending to focus on her meal. She didn't really eat out with people like this often. Working from home meant that she didn't benefit from making friends at the office, not that she would've had the confidence to do so. Makaya, perhaps, but not her.

[color=EF1956]"Your Barbacoa looks good, maybe I should have ordered that instead."[/color]

Everything was going to be fine. She could do this. She had already talked quite a bit with Karen when they were changing clothes; she knew Starfire. She could deal with Jones' scathing comments. The only one she still wasn't terribly familiar with was 'V', and he seemed pretty chill.

Glancing about the crowded restaurant, Clio sat up a little straighter in her seat and did her best to look confident and outgoing as the others approached.