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[whiteabsolution]

Magazines, magazines, magazines. Only so many pretty colourful dresses and other fine clothing could keep this girl occupied. Sugar leaned her head against the back of one of the booth chairs, sighing heavily, she could go back home but she would rather not. Stopping a waitrat, she ordered a glass of water and a sweetcake. Yum. Cake

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[inquisitivehero]

And a rather odd looking man wanders by, Henry McCoy, blue fur, claws and all, gripping a first edition Dickinson in his hands as he walks, and then he glances over to her table. A smile with the fangs hidden is flashed at her.

"Greetings, fair lady."

[whiteabsolution]

Sugar is startled, jumping a little as she glances over at him. "Oh, hello. Startled me, I was off in my own world." She extends a hand. "Take a seat, please." A sweet smile.

[inquisitivehero]

He smiled and settled to a chair.

"I know it has been rather awhile and I looked differently. But I do believe we met around the time of the lake party. I am Henry McCoy... and you are Sugar, yes?"

[whiteabsolution]

"Oh, Henry!" Sugar says gleefully, he was very nice to her when they met and his change in appearence didn't shock her or repell her way at all. Besides, blue is a great colour..."Yes, I'm Sugar."

[_to_the_bone]

"Evening," says Jack politely, with a smile from a table over, drinking his already arrived water and contemplating a slice of cheesecake. Chocolate.

Amused, because he'd just been given practically what she ordered.

[whiteabsolution]

"Good Evening." Sugar offers him a polite nod and a smile, the waitrat she ordered from came back with her sweetcake, water and some candies. She thanked the waitrat and glanced at Jacks table. "I see we have similar tastes." She quips with a smile.

[_to_the_bone]

"I do eat toast as well," in his defense. But it is enough to make him want to laugh.

"I swear. Jack of the Frost, at your service."

[whiteabsolution]

Mmmmm, toast. Bread was cheap and easy to come by when she lived in London, so toast was a big part of her small (or nothing) diet. Sugar nods, eyes-wide at the name he gave her. Jack Frost..."Sugar. I'm Sugar." She smiles.

[not_british]

"Haven't seen you in a while."

Chase slides into the seat opposite her.

[whiteabsolution]

Sugar smiles widely at him. "Haven't seen you either. How have you been?"

[not_british]

Chase returns the smile.

"I've been all right," he replies. "What about you? I assume you went back to your world."

[whiteabsolution]

"I tried to go back, once I'd step out of that door...I just couldn't go back. I like it here." She explains, tilting her head as she looks at him. "Besides, far more handsome men here." A small catlike grin at him.