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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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[_estsanatlehi_]

Well we can't just let people go sitting by themselves forever, no matter how good the coffee is.

Therefore, Ana setting a plate with two corncakes, still steaming, on the edge of his table, "Morning."

[not_british]

Chase raises both eyebrows, slightly startled as he gazes at the steaming corncakes.

"'Morning," he returns. "Those smell good."

[_estsanatlehi_]

She laughed softly, smile gone tilted, "They are. One of my specialties, honey or no?" Because, well, she had some, and corncakes were better with honey, but some people liked them plain, so she always asked first.

[not_british]

"Oh, you made these?" Chase asks, quite impressed. He sits up a little straighter in his seat and gives her a half-smile. "Honey'd be great, thanks."

[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.