[Perhaps it's irrelevant that the hour is long past what might be considered lunch, given that no arrangements for meeting have yet been made. The bars have been open for a few hours, though, and up close it's evident that Chase has made a prior visit to this one. He doesn't seem drunk but the taste of gin is faint on his breath. The smell of smoke clings to the check shirt half tucked into his jeans.
His hair, brushed but just edging scruffily long, is dark with what could be brick dust. He looks, if anything, a little tired, and who knows how he found her apartment (a month underground has shown that almost anything in this City can be procured for a fee) but he's here now, and knocking. Counting the chances she won't be in.]
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His hair, brushed but just edging scruffily long, is dark with what could be brick dust. He looks, if anything, a little tired, and who knows how he found her apartment (a month underground has shown that almost anything in this City can be procured for a fee) but he's here now, and knocking. Counting the chances she won't be in.]