<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>Lounge chair by the pool, patio<br/><strong>Tags: </strong>Everyone at some point, I think.<hr/><br/>Juliana just looked blankly at the patio as the country music turned to something that would sooner melt her face than her brain. She felt like it was a little too soon to impose her love for EDM on the house. Demi would surely appreciate it with the way the danced about and partied. Speaking of which...<br/><br/>With a small yelp, Juliana went with Demi as she grabbed her hand, trying desperately to keep up with the girl as well as keep her drink from tipping over in her hand. She caught the gaze of Blake as she was being whisked away to the patio, shooting her a faux-forlorn look. It was another opportunity squandered for the two to finally strike up conversation, given that the two never really could before thanks to their opposing schedules. Oh well, the day is still young and it was a solid bet to assume they were all going to be the pool for a little while before heading out to race some punk kids.<br/><br/>The impromptu dance party was fun while it lasted, but Demi quickly trailed off to intercept the, apparently, very hungry Jason. At least she was pulled into familiar territory, now hanging about with the boys and Star. Juliana let out a cheer, raising her hands into the air at the news that food was done. Well, food to her own taste, anyway. A lot of people she knew weren't fans of rare meet, especially burgers but she had a certain faith that Clint wouldn't be an idiot and purchase awful burger meat, leave it out in the warm air, sear it for a few seconds and then serve it to her. If she did get sick, it would serve as something she could hold over his head, so win-win, really. Wasting no time, she went over to the grill to get a bun, waiting patiently beside Clint for him to serve up a burger for her.<br/><br/>Juliana stood rather close to Clint, her feet tucked together behind the right side of his body. She pressed herself lightly against his arm to let him know she was around for some grub! She would have stood there all day, too, if it weren't for the show that was happening by the pool. "<strong>Yeesh. I'm really glad we're all getting along nicely together,</strong>" Jules started, talking to no one in particular as her attention shifted from the pool back to those on the patio. "<strong>Makes me really happy to know it was a good decision to move in.</strong>" To cynics, it would have sounded completely sarcastic; an incredibly thought out, back-handed compliment. Juliana was just sort of an airhead when it came to things that made her smile.<br/><br/>Food was one of those things. Her eyes had again fixated themselves on the grill and she was humming away to<em>Achy, Breaky Heart</em>all the while, subconsciously.