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[whiteabsolution]

Sugar is sitting at the end of the bar with a glass of water in her hands, watching intently as the drops of water on the outside roll over her fingers. She has nothing better to do, what do you expect?

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[not_british]

"Studying condensation?" comes a rather familiar voice from behind her.

There's a slightly amused smirk on his face.

[whiteabsolution]

"Unless you plan on entertaining me, then yes." She smiles at the glass infront of her, not looking at him just yet.

[not_british]

Chase comes up to take the spare stool beside her, leaning forward only slightly.

"I can be rather entertaining," he offers.

[whiteabsolution]

Sugar glances at him with a slight turn of her head, her smile cannot help but growing. "Oh?" She prods, turning back to her glass.

[not_british]

"Sure."

It depends on what Sugar might find entertaining. Chase is a man of many skills.

[whiteabsolution]

Wiping her hands off on a napkin, she turns to face him, inches from him. "What do you plan on doing then?" She arches a brow.

[not_british]

"Well, it's up to you, really," he says, simultaneously turning to look at her. "You need to suggest something."

[whiteabsolution]

Sugar giggles a little, bringing a hand up to her mouth as she looks at him. "Kiss me." She says to him. "Come on then."

[not_british]

For a split second, he's admittedly a little surprised by Sugar's assertiveness.

But it's nothing he hasn't handled before (with certain so-called 'angelic' co-workers, even) so he shrugs a little before leaning towards her--

--planting a light kiss on her cheek. Hey, she's nineteen, remember?

[whiteabsolution]

A slow blink, "Let me clarify. On the lips. A kiss on the lips." She said slowly. Men were so daft sometimes. Mental facepalm.

[not_british]

Another moment of hesitation passes, in which he decides it's better to do it than to offend her, age difference or not -- and it's not like she's underage or anything...

"...Okay."

Chase then presses his lips upon hers -- just for a moment.

[whiteabsolution]

Sugar closes her eyes this time, like a young teen would when she got her first real kiss. She could see how hesistant he was at first, so when he finally did it, it was rewarding. She stood, in silence, eyes closed even after it was done. Well, maybe he wasn't that daft.

[not_british]

Chase pulls back, watching her for a moment, a little breathless (though he would never admit that).

Okay, that kiss was a little strange. Strange in the way that it wasn't just any ol' kiss.

He clears his throat.

[whiteabsolution]

Cracking an eye open, she blushes straight up to the roots of her hair and turns away from him, playing with the glass again. "That was lovely." She remarks, her heart beating a little too fast.

[not_british]

He smiles this time, a full smile, not one of his usual half-smirks.

"Good."

[whiteabsolution]

She turns her head enough to see the full smile and it makes her blush even more before she turns to him again. Her cheeks still flushed pink. "What did you think?"