Here We Go Again; Dakota.

[harrison]

I pull open the door to McDonalds, my laptop tucked under one arm. I confidently waltz up to the counter, giving the guy behind it a wink. "I'll have an iced latte, please." I say and he nods slightly, obviously not knowing quite what to think of me. Oh, damn, this was fun. I hand him over a ten and stand patiently before taking my change back from him. I start over towards my usual booth in the corner, turning my lap top on. I stand up again to take my latte from him before heading back to my seat.
I take a sip of my latte, checking my Facebook and Twitter before finally going on YouTube. Wee. What to listen to? Well, I was wearing my Avenged Sevenfold shirt, but I'd listened to them almost all day yesterday. Finally I decide on People = Shit by Slipknot, though I make sure to keep the volume down- didn't want to get kicked out.. or did I? I'd be fun, causing a scene and shit.
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[dakota]

Dakota was looking for something cheap to eat. Her older brother, Jay, had gone out of town and there was no food in the house. She rolled her eyes. She loved her brother to death, but god the man was more like a five year old with responsibilities. She put on decent clothes and grabbed her keys and wallet. McDonalds was quite cheap, kind of gross, but cheap as well. She grabbed her longboard out in the living room of the small apartment and headed out. She skated down to the local McDonalds. Hopefully the jack ass manager wasn't there like usual. She'd had a few run-ins with him and god did he hate her. She picked up her longboard and walked into the fast food shitty restaraunt. She looked around and didn't see that manager anywhere, so she assumed that it was safe to walk in. She wanted to set her board down before going up to order food, but she hated people and didn't trust anyone, except for Jay of course.

She finally decided on this random guy sitting with a laptop in front of his face. She set the board, wheels up, on the table, "Don't let anyone touch my board. I'll kill someone." The red head walked awayto go order a large fry and a sweet tea. She handed the cashier the five dollar bill and got the change back quickly. She went back to the table with the one guy that she left her longboard with. She sat down in the seat and set her longboard on the ground and popped her feet up on it. Her brother said she should make more friends, she supposed that this guy wouldn't be a bad start. She took a bite of her fry and actually took a look at the guy. Oh well. "The name is Dakota." Might as well introduce herself at the least.

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[harrison]

I look up as a board is set down on top of my table, the read headed girl telling me not to let anyone touch it or she'd kill them. Nice. I watch as she walks away to order, the guy behind the counter giving her a smile. Whatever, fuck him, he'd come around soon enough. I take a sip of my iced latte, looking over more Slipknot songs before finally just playing People = Shit again. It was a good song, and nothing else was really getting my attention.
I look up as the girl comes back with fries and a drink, sitting down across from me. Was this my lucky day? Well, the cashier was oblivious to my advances, but a pretty girl sat with me, so I guess karma had balanced itself out. "Harrison, but call me Harry." I reply with a smirk playing across my lips. I take another sip of my latte. "What kind of bands to do you like, Dakota?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at her questioningly.

[dakota]

The boy seemed surprised at best, but the best way to see someone in their natural environment. Or, that's what she believed anyways. When she had gone up to the counter for her food and drink. She took a drink of her tea and listened as he had introduce himself. She nodded, "I like Harrison better. Harry makes me think of Harry Potter and you don't look like Harry Potter." She shrugged, taking a few fries into her mouth. Besides, she liked Harrison better than the name Harry. Not because of the Harry Potter thing, just like a "hairy" body was the main thing that bothered her about it. When Harrison asked about the bands that she had listened to, she wasn't sure that he was going to be prepared for this question. She took a deep breath and took another drink of her sweet tea. "Mostly Jazz and Rock oriented music. Some of my favorite rock bands are AC/DC, Floyd, Zepplin, Mayday Parade, A Day to Remember, Disturbed All Time Low, Pierce the Viel, Sleeping with Sirens, oh," She stood up and pointed towards her tattoo, "and of Mice and Men." She popped a squat back down in the seat. "And what about you? Obviously Slipknot from your laptop." She didn't usually listen to hardcore bands like that. Every once in a while, sure, but not all the time.

[harrison]

I grin spreads across my face at her Harry Potter reference. We both had black hair. Other than that we really were nothing alike. I take a sip of my latte, looking at her fries. Suddenly I wished I'd gotten something to eat, too, but there was always later. Her reply was good. Some people didn't really understand the question and said something revolting like 'Taylor Swift' or 'Tim McGraw'. They weren't bands. They were singers who took all the fame for everything. Without their guitarists or drummers, or such they'd be nothing but a pretty voice. "Ha, yeah. Slipknot is awesome. Uhm, Asking Alexandria, For All Those Sleeping, Pink Floyd, Five Finger Death Punch, Bring Me The Horizon, My Chemical Romance, and Leathermouth." I reply. Even though MCR broke up, I still loved them. It was sad that they'd broken up, but I understood it. They were all married, Frank and Gerard had kids. They just weren't that much into it anymore, and their last album wasn't all that great. If their hearts weren't gonna be a hundred percent in it, than they shouldn't have kept making music.

[dakota]

Dakota wasn't really sure how to go about having another conversation that wasn't badmouthing her parents or trying to teach some moron correct grammar. Since her brother was out of town though, she figured putting in a little effort wouldn't be a bad idea. Or maybe it would. So far, it wasn't too bad, talking with another human being without being sarcastic or mean to him. She kept to as few words as possible, but maybe there might be more talking by the end of this. She tried to half way smile, showing some sort of an interest in the conversation. "So, besides music, what are you into?" She ate some more fries, finishing them off. She pushed the little thing over to the side and took some more of her drink. She started pushing the longboard side to side under her feet, getting a little antsy. "If you couldn't tell from the board, I'm into boarding." She had been since she was about eleven. Lots of bruises and cuts, but she liked it. "Dance is also something." She stopped after that, drinking the rest of her sweet tea. She shook her cup up a little to get the rest of the tea out.

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[harrison]

I decide it would be best to stay silent as she ate, not wanting to seem overly annoying or overly creepy and interested or something. I take a couple more sips of my latte, checking my Twitter as I did so. I look up at Dakota's question, a smirk appearing on my face. I was infamous for it, actually. Girls usually went crazy for it, though I could tell Dakota wasn't like most girls. "Parties. Drinking." I reply with a small shrug of my thin shoulders. "Social Networks, too." I add, swishing my drink around in it's cup. "As you can see, I'm a very well rounded person." I add sarcastically, though I keep a serious look on my face. "Yeah? Are you a ballerina? Cuz those little shoes are straight up sexy." I continue, a bit of my outgoing, random personality coming out as I continued to talk.

[dakota]

She crossed her arms and sort of leaned more into the uncomforatable seat. Oh joy. One of those people. "Parties aren't my thing," she mentioned, "Call me a party pooper, but people aren't my forte. As for drinking, I do that in my brother's and I's apartment." She stopped and took a breath. She was starting to get a little bent out of shape again. "No social networks for me." Social Networks weren't exactly her thing. She didn't even have a facebook. Why do you think it was so hard for her to keep in contact with friends from Maine. Besides the fact her dad is crazy, but that is something she did not want to tred on anything in the area of family besides her brother. She turned her head and rolled her eyes at his dumb shoe comment. "No, actually. I hate traditional dance methods. Although, I can dance all that other shit of course." Well, this whole trying to talk to people thing went south pretty fast. "Anyways, back to the drinking thing," she was only seventeen but she could hold her own, "What do you like?"

[harrison]

I shrug my shoulders slightly. She could think what she wanted about me, get up and walk away if she wanted. I didn't give a fuck, and having her out of the picture might get me farther along with that cashier faster. "I love people. And Twitter. You sound pretty out of the loop." I say playfully, a grin spreading across my face. I take another sip of my latte, raising my eyebrows at her comment about dancing. I nod slightly, looking down at my laptop screen for a moment as she goes on and ends with a question. "You look a tad young to know about such things." I reply, raising my eyebrows. "But, anything and everything I can get my hands on." I add with a careless shrug of my shoulder. Dakota probably thought I was some sort of womanizing drunkard now, but, whatever. Her loss.

[dakota]

Who loved people? Like, seriously? People were idiots and morons. "Well, I'd rather be out of the loop than in it." She gave him a fake half smile. The last thing Dakota needed was for her name to be in a newspaper or on the news again. "I read newspapers and watch the news. Not the most exciting things in the world, but it keeps me as much in the loop as I need to be." She pulled off her top to her drink and started to eat some of the ice from it. She kind of chuckled when he mentioned the age thing. "Details. Small details." She honestly didn't care much for parties, not because she was super underage, but there was only shitty alcohol there all the time. She had gone to a few parties with her older brother. He was able to choke down the shit, but not her. "Anything? But, why? There are some shitty tasting crap out there. The way my brother tried to "ease" me into the way into the drinking world was getting me to drink Mike's lemonade. After drinking Kraken and Grey Goose, well, other stuff of lower quatlity seems, just not as good." She shrugged and then looked at him, "So, how old do you think I am?" This could go one way or the other. She's been called younger and then older. Not like, fourteen or anything. the range was from sixteen to about twenty/nineteen. She didn't care really, but no one would get her actual age right.

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[harrison]

I raise my eyebrows slightly as she goes on to say that she'd rather be out of the loop than in it. I shrug my shoulders- to each his own, right? I nod slightly as Dakota goes on that she watches the news and I chuckle softly at her 'details' comment before taking a sip of my latte again. "Anything that gets me drunk, I suppose." I reply with a shrug. And anything that got the girls and guys around me drunk, too. I look Dakota in the eye at her question, then a grin splits my face. "Is this one of those grab youer titties tell your age things? Cuz that I can get into." I reply with a wink and a laugh, but then stop. I look at her for a moment. She had a knowledge about alcohol, but probably didn't drive yet because of her board, and she had dyed hair. "Seventeen." I finally say, nodding slightly.

[dakota]

Dakota was too picky with her drinks to just drink to drink anymore. Even though she was only seventeen, she had drank a lot back in Maine. That's where her 'party scene' had been left at. "Well, to each their own I suppose. Do you have a specific drink you like more than others?" She liked Whiskey. It was her drink of choice if she had one. Usually her brother had to stick to the cheap stuff since they were living in a shitty one bedroom apartment. At least Jay let her have the bedroom. She did feel pretty bad about Jay sleeping on the couch, but one day she would move out and be out of his hair. She tried to hold back any sounds or eye rolling this time. Dakota tried to just keep a blank look on her face as he winked at her. She re-crossed her arms and just waited for his guess. It took her a second, but he had actually guessed right. "Wow. I guess there's a first time for everything I suppose." She felt like he should get like, a present or something. But alas, she wasn't that nice. "What was your draw to the age of seventeen?" She leaned up against the table, elbows on it and all.

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