<br/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Did you catch the <em>number</em> of that bus?</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a8/8a/af/a88aafd1fb814b6a1dbc9524e77353ba.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name:</strong> Shane Harris<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Front of the school by the grass and fountain<br/><strong>Clothes:</strong> All Black, Tshirt, skinny jeans, chucks and sunglasses<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Sept 2 | 11am<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Relaxed<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Leila (Angel Fire) <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><br/>Shane raised her brow at Leila's request. <strong>"It's not a pub just a dining hall that serves all kinds of shit including Italain. Though I think there is a Italian pub around here. Probably a English one too I'm sure."</strong><br/><br/>Shane pulled her phone out of her pocket where they still sat and hit the google app to find nearby pubs. They had it a hit, a small hole in the wall dive off Main street. Lucky for her new friend she owned a car. <strong>"Here's one nearby. About 5 minutes. Sure you're ok to have a beer now? I think they sell burgers and chips? What we call fries."</strong> <br/><br/>Shane stood up and held her hand to her friend. As soon as they were done the blue eyed brunette would gather her board and grab the car letting Leila rest whilst she did the walking to her tiny little beat up Volkswagon GTI. It was a fast car and she loved it, though it cost an arm and a leg for parts. Lucky for her, Shane's father was a mechanic and taught her everything she knew so she could save on labor. <br/></span></span>