<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cc/Burnout-Juliana.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Juliana Dang (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645575#msg8645575)</strong><br/><strong>Car: </strong>1998 Acura Integra, GSR. Parked in the garage. (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/Juliana-GSR.jpg)<br/><strong>Appearance: </strong>Yellow string bikini, jean cut-off shorts covering her bottom, though unbuttoned and her favourite black flip-flops.<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Patio<br/><strong>Tags: </strong>Star, Adriano, open<hr/><br/>Figuring out exactly how this conversation was going to go, Juliana steeled herself for it. The last thing she'd want to do was choke and die on her burger because someone made another perverted joke. Given the caliber of attractive people in one place, she may as well prepare herself for sexually charged conversations for the rest of her time here.<br/><br/>"<strong>Well, if <em>it</em> gets smaller in the pool, at least my nipples will look fantastic the entire time. That'll make up for some of the... shortcomings.</strong>" Juliana sat there and smiled for a bit, as if to wait for a response before taking another bite of her burger. She chewed, she swallowed and then she took another go at her beer, which she shook side to side to test if it was truly empty. It was. Her lips pursed to the side, clearly frustrated at the fact that her extras were sitting in a metal bucket by the pool and she was far too comfortable (read:lazy) to go and get them. That's when she remembered Adriano's offer.<br/><br/>"<strong>Uhh, yeah. I'll take one of those margaritas the next time you go in, Adriano.</strong>" Juliana took another bite out of her burger before continuing. "<strong>Just don't go crazy on it, yeah? I have to race later!</strong>!"