<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<br/><strong>Tags: </strong>Mr. Muffles, open<hr/><br/>Thank God for Saturdays. Juliana was having quite the week with getting the house in order on top of her day-to-day job. It wouldn't have been so bad if she didn't have to work and deal with complete idiots at the bank. How is it possible that she deals with all of these people that have so much more money than her but she's probably at least three times as smart as them? Or does she just feel that way? Whatever. Thank God for Saturdays.<br/><br/>The half-Asian girl had spent most of her morning in the same spot, listening to her own music through her headphones while she lounged about in a chair. Juliana would occasionally get up to grab fresh brew, though, she even stopped doing that when she figured out that she could refrain from moving that much more if she just filled a metal bucket with Bud Lights and ice. This was the first real party that the housemates have held at at their new, wonderful abode but they couldn't exactly go hard with a race that was happening later in the day, so she only had another beer or two waiting beside her, along with the one in her hand.<br/><br/>Juliana wasn't entirely sure where everyone was at the moment, aside from Clint and Demi that made their presence obvious at the grill. The cowboy took his cooking seriously, especially when it came to actually lighting his food on fire. It probably made him feel like he was back on the ranch or something. Who knew? Demi was more of a party-goer than Jules was and was even better at sealing the deal when it came to the end of the night by what she's heard from some of the other housemates. There was no judgement on her part, just the concern that someone in this place might get a little attached to Demi and with the way she is, that someone is going to get really hurt.<br/><br/>She scrunched up her face at the thought of someone leaving because things got dicey. In an effort to get the idea out of her head, Juliana scooped up an unsuspecting Mr. Muffles into her lap as he tried to stroll on by. He didn't mind it at first, but soon the girl had him sitting up on his back legs, his fronts pointed left, right, center and even spread out to the rhythm of the song she had playing in her ear. It was a game that Jules played often with a huge smile and laughter while Mr. Muffles more or less just sat there at her mercy!<br/><br/>In the midst of the 'game', Juliana accidentally swiped at strings of her headphones, ejecting them from her ears. "<strong>Mr. Muffles!</strong>" she exclaimed, jokingly blaming her beloved cat for the crime. She then let him off the lounge chair so he could do anything but that again. That was when she was exposed to another brutal crime: country music.<br/><br/>"<strong>Come on, cowboy! Can't you listen to this stuff on your own time!?</strong>" Juliana stuck out her tongue after she yelled out at Clint and Demi on the patio. "<strong>Something less 'my horse is dead and my wife left me', please!</strong>"