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[whiteabsolution]

Sugar is sitting in a booth, all alone, with books and magazines spread out in front of her. She was going to try her best to learn all she could about the different time periods after her, their music, their clothing, their art; everything she read was pushed to the back of her mind and saved for later. Once in a while she tears out a page of a

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[dats_dildoes]

'Converse' means, 'hit on' right?

Because well that's what she's got. Tall Swede with a guitar, eyeing her from the couch, "Hey babes, how's it hangsing?"

Because, clearly, that was a unisex question.

[whiteabsolution]

Not that she minds, really. Sugar was used to subtle flirtation or even out right 'hitting on'.

"Fantastically." She answers with a warm smile, grabbing the stack of photos she had torn out for the bar to give her new clothes, she needed them to be more up to date. "And yourself?" She asks, stacking up the magazines and clearing the table.

[dats_dildoes]

he shrugged, picking idly at his guitar strings, "Eh, is fines, dis place isn't as dildos as I's said it was yesterdays."

He was mildly surprised, really, that she didn't know who he was.

[whiteabsolution]

Oi. Accents. Sugar strained, trying to understand what the tall man was saying to her, her brain put some words together and made sense of them. "This place is quite nice." She nods.

[misterparker]

Parker is staring sullenly at the door and drinking whiskey earlier than usual. Someone is not happy.

[whiteabsolution]

And Sugar is staring him as he stares at the door. Finally, she decides to walk over to him and talk to him. Why not? What could it hurt to introduce herself? "Hullo." She said quietly from behind him, not wanting to startle him.

[misterparker]

"Hey," Parker says, taking his feet off the seat next to him. "Drink?"

[whiteabsolution]

"Ice water, please." She says with a smile, taking a seat next to him. This whole making new friends thing was easier than she thought. "Thankyou."