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America snorted around her drink, "Either doing playing division maid or near Allan, gun drawn and ready to shoot folks for being late, dawdle, making Allan sad..."

She shrugged, "Got a bit of a fanclub up here too, man in a nice suit and glasses is all sorts of people's type." Having noticed Claude's interest, the girl waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"Best and worst," America answered quickly. "Like it's good for information and such? And if you like drama it's some ******** Jerry Springer s**t, okay. But there's like no safety zone, everybody is potentially a target on there and while you get lots of info on people, you stand a chance of too much info."

She paused, taking a contemplative sip of her drink before admitting, "I used to get really worked up at somethings and it uh, got the attention of a really shitty person that I haven't yet managed to get rid of. Lately though the biggest danger on there to me is my tendency to get publicly sappy over my boyfriend." She sounded a bit chagrined over the last.

"But mostly it's people asking questions, getting decent answers, getting shitty answers, and outright claws out snipey ******** catfights."

The girl considered it and then shrugged, "Lots of people don't use it. Probably helps them keep from getting riled up. But," America's voice turned slightly stern, "sometimes that's just ignorance being bliss. Question to ask is: how important is staying on top of stuff to you? Lotta folks just expect Suns to go hit whatever their pointed at."

With a small wave, America watched Claude walk away until the other girl was out of sight. Picking up her bottle she quietly sang into it like a mic. "Look at that booty. Show me the booty. Gimme the booty. I want the booty. Back up tha booty. I need tha booty. I like the booty. Oh, what a booty. Shakin' that booty. I saw tha booty..."