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[color=4169E1][sub]Location: Her Downtown Apartment & The Food Truck Station
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[indent][indent]After moving from the city so nice, it got named twice to sunny California, Ji-Su had quickly realized the songs about California were right. The weed was smoother, the sun never set and it was [i]always[/i] warm… most importantly though? That Katy Perry song was right down to a T; a couple years in, and Ji-Su truly believed that it had to be something in the water. California girls, from their sun-kissed skin to Daisy Dukes and bikini tops in the summer really were just… [i]unforgettable[/i]. Ji-Su hadn’t expected to be one of ‘those’ university students, but by the end of her fourth month at Angel Grove University, she’d had a body count of eight, and that number certainly didn’t slow down as her time there continued. Around here, girls were into the ‘exotic’ beauty and the ‘tomboy’ personality. Was she even a tomboy? She didn’t think so.

Second only to the girls, the best part of California was definitely the weed. In New York, it’d been hard to get her hands on anything, and what she [i]did[/i] get her hands on wasn’t even that good! Once she arrived in California though? It was like they threw the fucking shit at you as soon as you stepped off the plane, [i]and[/i] it hit like a truck. Ji-Su had quickly gone from a casual burner to a ‘smoke enough weed to kill Willie fucking Nelson every other weekend’ type.

Fortunately, she was only enjoying one of her vices on the night of New Year’s Eve. Truth be told she’d forgotten completely about the upcoming party, even [i]before[/i] she’d gotten stoned. By the time Andre’s first text came in, Ji-Su was sunken into a beanbag, staring at a TV older than she was that was way too close to her face, and playing Sonic & Knuckles on a Sega Genesis. It would have been a lie to say her response was even ‘timely,’ let alone ‘quick.’ Ji-Su heard her phone buzz, but hardly even grabbed at it for a few minutes. When she lifted it up, and checked the messages in the group chat, she could only blink and stare at it, slowly processing.

[quote=Andre][color=FFF000]I swear you two would be late to your own funeral.[/color][/quote]

[quote=Andre][color=FFF000]Which reminds me: Ji-Su, what sort of bags of chips do you want at your grave, yo?[/color][/quote]

[color=4169E1][b]“Fuck.”[/b][/color]

It was the only proper response, Ji-Su had been about ten minutes and a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos from passing out in her beanbag. And if that had happened? Well, then there was no result other than her flaking on her boys and the promise of food truck food. She sat the controller down and willed herself out of the beanbag and wandered over to her closet. As she walked, she tapped out a message on her iPhone.

[quote=Ji-Su][color=4169E1]yo, omw. i forgor. just leave me a variety pack man, how ya gonna ask me to choose? thats like a sophie’s choice.[/color][/quote]

Satisfied with her response, she quickly pulled on an outfit of a hoodie, a pair of jeans, a pair of Vans, and most importantly a pair of sunglasses (yeah, she wore them at night) to block her bloodshot eyes. After getting dressed, she quickly headed out of her apartment and toward downtown. Luckily for Ji-Su, she was fortunate enough to have an apartment downtown… unluckily for Ji-Su, downtown was [i]packed[/i]. She reached into the hoodie pocket and pulled out a bag of cashews, tore it open and dumped some in her mouth.

It was fine, she could make her way through the crowd and find the boys easily enough. It only took her a few minutes of patient dodging and twisting to get through the crowd and toward the food trucks. While she was crunching on her cashews and making her way to the food trucks, Ji-Su could hear Jackson’s roaring greeting to Andre, and it made her smile. How she’d wound up with the pair of them as friends… she wasn’t sure, but she was definitely happy about it.

Ji-Su was only a little bit behind Jackson’s arrival, and she returned Andre’s fist bump before she spoke, [color=4169E1][b]“Namaste, my brothers.”[/b][/color] She said, grinning at both of them as she pulled her sunglasses off and hung them on her hoodie’s collar while listening to Andre talk about the state of how crowded it was. [color=4169E1][b]“No worries my man.”[/b][/color] She poured what was left of her cashews in her mouth, crunched them down and crumbled the bag up before stuffing it in her hoodie pocket.

[color=4169E1][b]“Yo, is the quesadilla truck here? I wanna get a triple threat.”[/b][/color] Ji-Su suggested, looking at the long lines winding from the different trucks. [color=4169E1][b]“You’d think shrimp, steak, and chicken would be kinda wild if you stuffed it all in one quesadilla, but I hear it’s pretty fire!”[/b][/color] Ji-Su was getting herself a little excited as she talked about one of her main passions in life: food.[/indent][/indent]