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Small petite strawberry blonde sitting at the edge of the bar, a cold lemonade in her hands and a book in front of her. She's more than happy to be bothered.

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Tall athletic redhead, taking a seat nearby and receiving a fuit salad from bar, along with a bottle of mineral water. She offers the nearby girl a smile. "Hello."

"Hullo." Sugr offers a warm smile then turns, extending a hand. "I'm Sugar."

Cait smiles a bit more, taking the hand and shaking it lightly. "Hi, I am Caitlin; nice to mmet you."

She sips on her lemonade, giving the girl a wider smile. "Pleasure to meet you Caitlin. How is your evening going?"

"Very well, very calm; and yours?" Said wider smile is returned, Cait really wishes she had the chance of meeting more friendly people...

"Slow and uneventful." A small shrug, Sugar had met a few people here but she didn't know many of them well enough to seek their conversation. Cait intrigued her.

"Considering the potential madness of Milliways, I would consider 'slow and uneventful' to be a good thing." Cait is not intrigued, just glad that until now it looks like a normal conversation with a normal person; she had her share of cyborgs, and demigods.

Sugar is no cyborg or demigod - although drunken men thought she was a Goddess, it was just lustful rubbish. She laughed lightly at Cait's comment, "A good thing, maybe but I was hoping to be amused at some point tonight."

"That makes two of us, then. What do you consider amusing?" Cait tilts head, curiously.

"Something that makes me laugh or horny." A grin. "Either, or."

"Laugh, or?" The tall redhead indeed blushes a bit with Sugar's choice of words. Back to unusual time it seems, as Cait is taken by surprise.

Sugar has no shame, obviously but she sees the blushing and bites her lips. "Erm...Sorry..'bout that."

"Oh, its okay, really. I have a friend who likes to make me blush all the time..." A bit of a sheepish grin, Cait rubs her cheeks.

"I'm just used to spouting out the mouth with all sorts of rubbish." Especially curse words. The blushing makes her smile a bit.

"Well, really, I don't mind. Its good to meet someone who is upfront about things, and speaks directly." Blushing under control, Cait offers a grin, a bit mischiveous.

Sugar grins wickedly, arching a brow, she was always straight forward with people she knew. "I try my best to be upfront." She sips her lemonade. "So, tell me a bit of yourself, Cait."

"Me? Not much to tell, I guess. I was born in Portland, and raised there, went to college in Princeton... and now I share a house with a few friends in Florida Keys." And that is not mentioning all the madness in between; she could pass as a normal small-city-big-city girl. "Had a huge growth spurt during college..." 6'4", without shoes.

...No wonder Sugar has to glance up a bit more than she's used to, everyone to her is taller...but 6'4" is..gigantic. No woman she knows is above 5'8". Sugar smiles. "Portland?" She had no idea what Portland was, in her time there were very few oppertunities to go to America.

"State of Oregon, in the northwestern coast of the United States." Interesting enough, she is very well proportioned, not big and ungainly as some tall girls are.

Cait is fairly attractive for her stature, men would definitely be intrigued with her, just as Sugar is. "Oh..United States." She nodded. "Never been."

"Oh? from where you are, then?" Cait tilts head, curious.

Right, intrigued. But Cait could tell that 'intrigued' is the best most people do around her, eventually all losing interest in finding out more about the very tall redhead.

Yes, it's weird like that. Even if, as her friend Grunge says, Cait is a big girl in all the right ways.

Sugar rarely ever loses interest in things, she's a very curious girl and finds the best thing to do is learn all about the things around you. Everything. Especially people.

"London, England. 1875." A small smile. "The time of horse drawn carriages, whores, and smelly pubs."

"Hm... I come from 2006, and I dare say, no offense intended, that London did not change that much in 130 years; maybe people are just wearing less. But the carriages are there, the whores continue with their business, and the pubs still smell." And she grins, mischiveously.

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