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[right][sub]Location: Around -> Acropolis
Interactions: The people who are at Acropolis, but she's mostly looking for Hercules [@metanoia][/sub][/right]
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[color=708090][indent][indent][i][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJiIglhi3q0][center]If I took you everywhere then well you wouldn’t know how to walk
If I spoke on your behalf then well you wouldn’t know how to talk
If I gave you everything and everything is what I bought
I can take it all back
I never cared ‘bout what you thought[/center][/url][/i]

The sun was shockingly bright and shockingly high by the time she opened her eyes. How long had she been out for her ‘nap?’ She thought about checking the time on her phone, and decided she didn’t care, instead reaching down into the sand beside the [url=https://www.beyondthetent.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/03/Beach-Hammock.jpg]hammock[/url] she was laying in, flopping her hand around in the sand to try and find what she was looking for. Eventually, her hand found the ice chest she’d brought along when she’d set up her new beachside relaxation point and popped it open.

She pulled out an energy drink and sat up in a hammock in the same motion, a feat that to her was impressive - mostly because she was nursing a massive hangover from a bender the night before. There were two paths forward; one was the path of a good day, where she sipped the energy drink until the caffeine filled up her body, and the other was to chug the energy as fast as possible and deal with the inevitable consequences.

The only thing that stopped her from chugging every drop in the can was her music being unceremoniously shut off. She turned to look at the culprit, and saw a child standing above her bluetooth speaker. She squinted at the kid, and the kid spoke first.

[b]“You look like shit.”[/b]

[color=228B22][b]“What? [i]You[/i] look like shit.”[/b][/color] Benzaiten retorted, tipping the energy drink can to her lips and slamming what was left of it down her throat before she stood up from the hammock and looked down at the child. It was almost as if Benzaiten was daring her to say something.

The kid threw up her arms, [b]“I’m twelve!”[/b] She protested, and Benzaiten appeared deep in thought for a few moments before she conceded and nodded.

[color=228b22][b]“Alright fine, kid. You got me. Whaddaya want?”[/b][/color] She demanded, and the kid frowned. How did she not already know what she wanted? Wasn’t she supposed to be smart? She watched as the older woman looked around for something, and then threw her empty can into the ice chest. [color=228b22][b]“I can’t believe there’s not a trash can out here.”[/b][/color]

[b]“Mom said if I came out here and woke you up, you’d have a job for me.”[/b] The kid explained, and Benzaiten raised an eyebrow. What the fuck did people think she was doing out here? Growing jobs for children on her job tree?

[color=228b22][b]“I don’t have —”[/b][/color]

[b]“She also said that if you said you didn’t have a job to tell you that you can’t just sleep in our backyard like a lazy bum and surf and be a degenerate for free.”[/b]

Benzaiten squinted. The kid’s mom had a point, but she didn’t want to babysit all day! She had plans. She had to get stoned, and then show up at Acropolis to get stoned with the boys and see if she could crash there for a few days. She needed a break from this lot. [color=228b22][b]“Alright, Kimi. Fine. Your mom has a point.”[/b][/color] She conceded, heading toward the driveway of the beachhouse, [color=228b22][b]“You want a job? Fine, fine. I’ll get you a job.”[/b][/color] She said, as she approached her [url=https://i.imgur.com/RChA4AI.png]vehicle[/url]. She climbed inside and gestured for Kimi to follow. [color=228b22][b]“Remember. No refunds.”[/b][/color]

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=obVyfnxL6BI][center][i]Say it ain't so, I will not go
Turn the lights off, carry me home
Keep your head still, I'll be your thrill
The night will go on, my little windmill[/i][/center][/url]

Over the course of the day, Kimi realized that ‘no refunds’ was a joke. Benzaiten was giving the ice cream away. Stopping at different hotspots throughout Seattle, Kimi thought it was too cold for ice cream, but she had underestimated the people with bloodshot eyes at skateparks - who took the ice cream from her at a speed she hadn’t expected. All the while, Benzaiten sat in the front seat with her feet kicked up on the dash, while she listened to music.

Before long, the day was coming to a close and Benzaiten was parking the ice cream truck back in its place in the driveway. She looked over at Kimi and gave a triumphant smile. [color=228b22][b]“There, how’s that? Helluva job, huh? Selling ice cream is hard work. Especially when it’s cold… I wanted to get a taco truck for winter, but it’s too much work.”[/b][/color] Benz made a face, as if it were an impossible task to fill out the paperwork necessary to get a food truck. [color=228b22][b]“Anyway, let’s rock and roll. I gotta go see some friends.”[/b][/color]

[center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-V97ECdX1nE][i]Mucho gusto me llamo Bradley
I'm hornier than Ron Jeremy
And if you wanna get popped in your knee
Just wipe that look off your bati face
You hate me 'cause I got what you need[/i][/url][/center]

She watched Kimi hop out of the car and decided it was a job well done for her, then moved to get out herself. What she found when she opened the door, though, was a young girl holding out her hand. [color=228b22][b]“What, are you serious?! We had a great day today! We bonded.”[/b][/color] Kimi did not budge. Benzaiten sighed, and reached into her jeans’ back pocket to pull out her wallet, and grabbed two 20s and dropped them in Kimi’s hand.

[b]“Yay! Thank you, grandma! Are you going to see the Greeks!? At, uh, uh, Acropolis? You should introduce me to Hercules sometime, I love the 12 Labors —”[/b]

[color=228b22][b]“HEY! Not so loud, girl, we’re supposed to keep the whole god thing on the downlow… y’know? Artemis will come in here and kidnap you as punishment for me having a kid a few generations ago.”[/b][/color]

[b]“His YouTube channel is named Hercules too, grandma.”[/b]

[color=228b22][b]“Oh.”[/b][/color] Benzaiten did not watch her buddy’s YouTube channel. [color=228b22][b]“Well, you can’t meet him anyway! He’d be a bad influence. Now get outta, and tell your mom I said not to wake me up again. Geeze, isn’t respect for your elders supposed to be a big thing in our culture?”[/b][/color] Benzaiten watched as her granddaughter ran off back to the house, and then she jumped back into the truck.

She headed to the rear to grab her backpack and unzipped it, making sure the brick of weed she’d stashed away was still there, then slung it over her shoulder. Of course, she wasn’t foolish enough to bring an empty ice cream truck to the godlike frat house, that was just going to end in disaster. She hopped out of the truck and instead got on her bicycle. What better way to travel through Seattle in the cooler months? Bicycles were the way of the environmentally friendly person — disregard how she’d spent most of a day driving herself and her granddaughter around in an ice cream truck.

[color=228b22][i]Shit! I missed the festival! At least I’m not Greek… Hera probably won’t care.[/i][/color] Benzaiten silently thanked the fact that Hera wasn’t quite as demanding of other pantheons, and pedaled on. She had her headphones loosely wrapped around her neck, and more music accompanied her journey through the streets of Seattle.

Seattle was an unfortunately hilly city, but Benzaiten only regretted her choice on the way [i]up[/i] on the way down. It was kind of fun to lift her legs off the pedals and enjoy the feeling of coasting down the hills. The wind rustled her hair around her shoulders as she went up and down the hills, bobbing her head up and down to the various songs she listened to while traveling.

Eventually, she slid her bike to a stop in front of Acropolis, and bounded inside without a care in the world, abandoning the bike in front of the entryway. As she stepped into the building, she bellowed, [color=228b22][b]“HERC! WHERE YOU AT? I GOT WEED!”[/b][/color] It was practically a mating call, coupled with music blasting from the headphones still wrapped around her neck.

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-V97ECdX1nE][i][center]Come my lady
Come-come my lady
You're my butterfly, sugar baby
Come my lady
Come-come my lady
You're my butterfly, sugar baby[/center][/i][/url][/indent][/indent][/color]