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[not_british]

Chase is around, and he's sitting by himself, just enjoying the atmosphere.

He has a cup of coffee before him, thinking that Wilson was right when he had said it was the best coffee.

Feel free to disturb him.

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[whiteabsolution]

Breathing deeply and in a pair of 'modern' clothing, Sugar awkwardly walks about the bar area. Her nimble fingers play with the bottom of her tank top and she messes with the top of her skirt - she was definitly NOT used to new clothes like this at all but she'll live for now.

With her eyes up in the rafters, she bangs right into Chases' table, cursing under her breath in her thick British accent, grasping at her knee. Yep, she was definitly graceful sometimes.

[not_british]

"Whoa," Chase stands up a bit upon the table being nearly toppled over. His coffee spills a little over its rim and he quickly grabs a napkin before it starts to leak over the edge.

But more importantly, there's someone cursing beside him, holding onto her knee.

"Are you okay?" he asks her. "You seemed to hit the table pretty hard."

[whiteabsolution]

Sugar breathed out deeply through her nose, she had been in pain worse than this and she tried to tell herself this small tidbit as her hand massaged her knee that was trobbing. "Bloody 'ell..." She sighed heavily before he spoke, glacing up at him through her stawberry blonde hair, a small smile coming over her or the best she could muster. "I'm fine. Thankyou." She tried to convince not only him but herself of this.

[not_british]

"Are you sure?" he asks as he suppresses the urge to laugh a bit.

"Why don't you sit down for a bit?" he suggests.

[whiteabsolution]

Taking his suggestion, she plops down in the chair behind her while her mun flails about how cute Chase is and releases her clamped hands from her knee. "Ugh. You'd think I'm new to legs." A light laugh came from her, pulling up her skirt up her to her thigh to look at the bruise already forming on her pale skin.

[not_british]

[ooc: LOL]

Chase gives her a half-smirk. "Here, let me see," he says, leaning forward a bit. "I'm a doctor," he adds quickly.

[whiteabsolution]

[OOC: I can't help it. xD]

Her luck. "Fantastic." Sugar extended her leg closer to him.

[not_british]

Chase inspects her leg in as professional a manner as he can, then straightens.

"It looks all right to me, just a standard bruising. You might need some ice, but other than that, you'll be fine."

[whiteabsolution]

Sugar sighed with relief, that's the last thing she needed: a nice sprained body part. "Good." She smiled at him, glad to have run into (literally) a doctor.

[not_british]

Chase returns the smile with a half-smile of his own as he regains his seat. The napkins on the table are stained brown with spilled coffee and he pushes them to a side. They form a large soggy mountain.

"Did you want some ice?" he asks.

[whiteabsolution]

"Please." Hazel eyes adjusting to the soggy napkins on the table, suddenly feeling bad about spilling his coffee. "And I'm sorry for..." Her finger wagging towards the mess.

[not_british]

Chase shrugs. "It's all right," he says easily. "I'll just get another."

A pause as he realizes it'd be rude not to offer her something as well.

"D'you want something to drink?--It'll be my treat."

[whiteabsolution]

Sugar smiled again and then nodded. "Ice water, please." Definitly using all the manners she picked up on whilst growing up.

[not_british]

Quickly, Chase flags down a waitrat and orders a coffee for himself, then a small pack of ice and ice water for 'the lady'.

He turns back to her. "I'm Robert Chase, by the way. And you are?"

[whiteabsolution]

That was definitly something she was bad at, introducing her name always ended up becoming the last thing on her mind. "Sorry." She blushed slightly. "I'm Sugar." Extending him a hand.

[not_british]

"Sugar, huh?" Chase repeats. "That's an interesting name." He takes her hand.

A moment later, the waitrats return with their specified orders.