Even as Chase sat staring at her drinks, knowing she looked oblivious or pathetic to the world around her, she was not as blind as those in the bar might have thought. She heard the loud drunken laughter of a group somewhere behind her. They were hard to miss with their bellows and cat calls, still it was the noise they made, more than the conversation, that was sapping her focus.<br/><br/>And even when a hulking mass with what looked like, god was that purple, hair sat next to her at the bar she hadn't missed the look she had felt him give her. Though the knowledge had come more from the molecules she felt moving around his face than actually seeing anything of it. And just when she was about to comment on how rude it was to stare, even from the corner of ones eye. A man's voice that was either to drunk to speak properly or too accented for her to easily understand sounded.<br/><br/>He spoke of saving her from people who were going to do terrible things to her, she thought. Her brow furrowing at the words, and when he moved her drink and lifted her head to look at him her expression was somewhere between surprise and confusion, especially when he said<span style="color: #FF0000">"It's fine.Yer not 'lone an'more. I'm 'ere. I'm Jack Jenkins. Yer ne 'lone."</span><br/><br/>"Okay." Chase said slowly taking his hand by the wrist and removing from her chin. Not sure how she should take his oddly chivalrous gesture given his drunken state. However thought didn't last long when she caught the time on the clock and then quickly pulled back the sleeve of her coat to read her stop watch.<br/><br/>Spouting a savage curse, Chase grabbed the shot he had taken downed it, then the next one doing the same and finally the boilermaker. Slamming it on to the counter with a wince, a gasp and a shutter.<br/><br/>"Okay." she said once more then turned to the purple haired man that had sat next to her. "You. You think you're being discreet but you're not. Stop staring at me. That a lesson from Sir lush." she threw a thumb to her would be rescuer of imagined foes. "And just talk. Otherwise you're creeping me out." she stated.<br/><br/>"And you." she turned back to the one that had introduced himself as Jack. "Hey, barkeep." she snapped at the man behind the counter "He covering my tab." she informed him. "Thanks for the drinks." She smiled cheerfully, hopped out of her seat and headed for the door. "Oh and Jack." she spun about ass he reached the door. "Chase." she said opened the door and left.<br/><br/>Coming back into the bar not a second later, as she marched back to her seat and grabbed her purse from the floor. Normally it wasn't an issue leaving the little bag on the floor as she would have the strap wrapped around her ankle. At some point during the evening however it most of slipped off and she now stood between the two men she had promptly left with her bag in hand and her head spinning with the vodka, beer and whiskey she finished not five minutes ago. "I don't suppose either of you would know the number of a taxi?" she asked, her face red with embarrassment despite the strength and nonchalance of her tone as she addressed the two. Mentally berating herself for turning such a great exit into to such crap by having to come back in for one her purse and now she was feeling tipsy as well.