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drina perez (yourdefender) wrote in inpoormerit,

Drina giggled slightly, "I believe it. The only accent that doesn't hold attraction for Americans is a Hispanic one. Trust me." It was sad, considering that Spanish was one of the so-called Romantic languages. Anymore, for an American to find any allure in the language, they would have to actually be in Spain. Of course, nowadays, anyone from Mexico was expected to learn English as soon as they moved into the United States (if not before), and those - like her mother - who didn't, were given harsh looks and words, even if they were legal immigrants. That was one thing that always made Drina's blood boil, and something that she always wanted to change.

She grinned a bit at his lobster remark. "I can't say that it would do you much good. I don't think that your accent would save you if you tried to hit on an American girl while we're here." She hoped that they could find a way to escape before much longer; in just a matter of months, she would be giving birth, and there was no way in hell that she was going to have her baby on this godforsaken island.

"Hey, I could show you a Mexican breakfast and then you'd be so full you wouldn't be able to move." She remembered how her mother would always rise with the sun to prepare their breakfast. There was so much food that she would even take some to their neighbors who lived a floor above.

The journey to the drug store did not take quite as long as Drina had thought that it would. But once they arrived, she stepped inside, the bell at the door jingling softly. The store was deserted. "Does no one work here?" She inquired. "For an island that is wanting us to stay, they're sure making it easy for looters."