Sugar Sugar––––––––
The Loggerheads pub
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The world was nicely blurred and fuzzy, the way Harry liked it. Angela looked exhausted and was nursing her half of stout like she didn’t want to have a thing to do with it. She’d been tired a lot recently and he could see that the performing and attention were wearing her thin. But this was important; it was their big chance. He walked across the bar to where she was sitting and put an arm around her.
‘Y’OK, hen?’ he asked her, with a light brush of his lips against her forehead.
She sighed and leaned in against him. ‘Yeah.’
‘Go bed, if ye like.’ He rubbed her cheek as he spoke.
Angela smiled up at him. ‘OK,’ she said. She kissed him, and then disappeared through the bar hatch, the door into the back room slipping closed behind her.
