[colour=pink]Sugar was disorientated by the blinding light that illuminated from the main stadium. She waved out her arms and found Garscon wobbling on his feet. Her vision hadn’t adjusted yet and the cacophony of passengers added to her sensory overload.

[colour=40E0D0]“-cuse me…” … “What happened to your partner?”[/colour]

Sugar heard a voice but she couldn’t hear clearly, “water - pin - her, huh?” She said, only just coming to her senses. In front of her stood Haze, kindly enquiring about Garscon.

[colour=40E0D0]"This Machamp looks roughed up, is he hurt?” … "Are you alright?”[/colour]

Garscon snapped out of it, blushing from Haze’s words. He wanted nothing more than to find a new suit and gussy up. It was hurting his ego to appear like a ruffian. Sugar could sympathise with the look on his face, "Garscon, you've never looked better" she laughed, "me on the other hand, I'm out of a job. I'm a chef at the Lucky Catch but there was an… explosion or something..." She paused, confused, “last… night? What time is it?”

[colour=40E0D0]”A minute ago I would have said it's after midnight but right now it's looking more like the afternoon. This doesn't make sense. I do not remember sleeping.”[/colour]

Garscon took a closer look at Haze, he recognised her from the day before, having visited the Lucky Catch twice for food to go, both lunch and dinner. He signalled to Sugar his realisation. “Oh, Garscon recognises you!”

[colour=40E0D0]"That's right, I... Uh, my boss is a big fan of your cooking”[/colour]

Sugar’s face lit up with a sparkling smile, of course, everyone is a fan of her cooking - or so she believes. “Aw, I’m so gl… Wait a second, I can’t help but think this sure ain’t the time for chatter. I reckon, we ought to find out what’s going on.”[/colour]

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