Sunnydale may have been a small town in comparison to the neighboring Los Angeles, but for someone like Lana, who was from a small farming town in Kansas, this place was huge. It even had it's own teen hang out that at first appeared to be some sort of bar. Not that the raven-haired girl had ever seen a bar before. They just didn't have anything like the Bronze back in Smallville. California almost seemed to be on a different wavelength than the rest of the country--everything here was so...fast paced.
Still, Lana wasn't one to sit back in her room and mope about. She was a social person who made friends and kept busy and tried her hardest not to let herself get down about things. Moving to Sunnydale may have upset her, but it wasn't the end of the world. If Lana could get past her parent's death in that car accident when she was four. She could barely remember them...at least she could remember things about Smallville. And Aunt Nell promised they'd visit. Her new job just demanded that she be here. It wouldn't hurt to try and make friends in the meantime.
"Well, here it goes."
Lana moved deeper into the Bronze, coming to stand awkwardly near a pair of stairs. She stood there, watching as people passed by and paid her no mind. She smiled at a few whose eyes she thought she caught, but they didn't seem to find her interesting enough to approach. Letting out a sigh of defeat, Lana moved to the bar and asked for a soda.