Thrill of the Chase.

Chase Alexander Jones Cook and occasional Bartender at The Red Snapper. Affiliated with Harbour Pointe.

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Going In Blind | Chase & Candace

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How could Candace have possibly got herself into such a situation? A blind date of all things, for a girl such as herself? The blue-haired woman sighed and fidgeted as she sat at a table in The Red Snapper. It was Luna who had signed her up for some dating… thing. Candace had no clue she was even signed up, let alone how it worked. And it was also Luna who had convinced Candace to actually go to a blind date. Well, it was blind for her, at the very least. 

To say she was embarrassed was an understatement. Luna had used her as a doll, undoing Candace’s braids and instead styling it with a braid over the top and letting the rest flow freely. Luna at least dressed Candace to her comfort level, opting for a long sleeved shirt with a maxi skirt. Now, all Candace had to do was… sit there and wait for whoever this mystery man was.

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Chase didn’t really do blind dates, but when one of his coworkers had sworn that it was a completely normal and not weird way to meet girls and guys in the city, he had reluctantly agreed. Visions played in his mind of some 40 year old woman droning on about her cats and trying to get fresh under the table, causing him to shudder as he opened the door of the restaurant he was all too familiar with.

To think he’d be here on his day off.

From the look on the shit-eating hostess’ face who smugly mouthed the number ‘46′ he knew which table to go to, quickly winding through the throngs of people enjoying their expensive sea-food dinners until he reached table 46... and felt like an ass for coming to all those conclusions on his own.

She wasn’t 40, she definitely didn’t look crazy... in fact she was pretty gorgeous. Long blue hair, fair skin, a slightly uncomfortable posture but he could relate to that. “Hey, sorry I’m late. It’s snowing like crazy outside.” Chase breathed, unbuttoning his coat and laying it on the back of his chair.

He would around the table to hold out his hand, looking like he was going for a shake until he brought Candace’s hand to his lips and gently kissed her knuckles.

“I’m Chase. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

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Iron Chef - Dessert Course

When their names had been called Chase and Ann had looked at each other and smirked, because this was going to be a piece of fucking cake. 

... or rather, a piece of cookies.

Knowing first hand just how bad Ann was when it came to baking, he had taken control of the dessert, deciding to make some oatmeal chocolate chip cookies with okra and sea salt.

It would be salt, sweet, bitter, chewy-- when they came out of the oven and Chase took a bite of one, he knew they had this in the bag.

At least, his easily bruised ego hoped they did.

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stragglers in the bar [Chase/Jill]

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Jill had decided she wouldn’t be there long. Just a drink, then she’d leave, she told herself. It was late, the restaurant would be closing soon, the last thing she wanted to be was That Person. You know, the one who came into a restaurant at the last possible moment to order a meal? That one.

Ten minutes later, her drink had been reduced to ice, and she was just about ready to go. Just as she had put down her money to pay, someone tapped her shoulder.

“Hey, miss, you gotta leave. Restaurant’s clo… sed…”

Her eyes met his, and for a moment she was sent about four years back in time. There was no way. Was it really him? After a moment of heated silence, he said her name. It really was him.

“…Chase.”

How long had it been since she’d seen his face? Dared to let his name escape her lips? She felt her heart shudder to a stop for a moment. Stupid Chase, with his stupidly handsome face. He broke her heart, but it didn’t feel like it mattered that much. After all, she was still standing there, feeling some kind of way over him. Chase still had a little piece of her.

“I’m sorry,” Jill apologized quietly. “I was just leaving.”

“No-- no, it’s fine, uh... take your time.”

Fuck, that was the wrong thing to say. No, they both had to leave. The restaurant was closed. It was like the worst kind of deja vu, looking at her. Not because she didn’t look amazing, because she was still... breathtaking. Not because he wasn’t glad to see her doing well, because he was.

It was just so overwhelming, seeing his greatest regret standing right in front of him. 

Without thinking he grabbed Jill’s hand, seeing the head chef starting to move across the room towards them. “We have to go, that guy’s an ass.” So he led her quickly out of the restaurant and into the elevator, where the lumbering chef was still yelling after Chase until the elevator doors closed.

“... I... I didn’t know you lived around here--- did you want a drive home? It’s snowing pretty hard...”

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mister mistake [Chase/Haley]

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“I’m not a child!” she snapped back childishly.

Haley leaned against one of the walls and slammed her fist back against it by her thigh. “Can’t wait until all those food poisoning cases come to light, can you?” Maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad use of her money, paying people off to slander him so he was completely ruined.

“And another thing!” She glared at him. “What does that even mean?! Tacky?! I just design spreads and take pictures, genius! Typical you, not knowing the sort of shit I’d do. Ugh. I bet you didn’t even know my middle name the whole time we were dating. I bet you still don’t!” If he was going to call the city tacky, he should blame the design firm instead, as far as she was concerned - though if he tried, she’d have to rip him to pieces. Nobody talked about Rosalind like that but her.

“As if! I recall you gaining twenty pounds when we were dating, thank you-- food poisoning my ass!” He had left his perch against the wall, approaching Haley, although his movements definitely weren’t aggressive. Sulky, maybe. Dickish, absolutely. 

He moved his hand so it was on the wall beside Haley’s head, staring daggers at her, amethyst orbs flashing dangerously as she continued to insult him, and most importantly... their past relationship.

Although it had been a fucking mess, Chase had been serious about it until the very end. “Your middle name is Elizabeth, your birthday is March 14th, we’re both 5′10″, you hate eating mushrooms but love eating desserts, on our first date we went dancing, on our last date we watched fireworks-- you little shit.”

His nostrils flared as he made eye contact with her, unblinking and stoic. “Run your mouth a bit more, Haley. It’s all you ever did.”

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Activity Check [December 30th]

Failed, whoops.

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mister mistake [Chase/Haley]

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As if the day couldn’t get any worse.

“You broke it!” She stormed over to the door and kicked it with her heel, then growled. “Look what you did, asshole!” As she whipped around to look at him, her impeccable hair threatening to lose its bounce with the force, she glared. “You should’ve just…ugh!”

She stamped her foot, then crossed her arms over her chest and stormed over to continue hitting the alarm button once he’d picked up the phone. Nothing. Not a goddamn thing.

She was stuck with the most insufferable boy alive.

“Harbour Pointe Life,” she gritted through her teeth. “Let me guess. You spend your time cleaning up other people’s pretty food. Janitor, right?”

“I broke it? Are you fucking serious Haley? You think I broke the elevator by pressing one of the damn buttons you’re supposed to press?” She had a way with him, a way to get under his skin almost immediately and make him feel so heated from the inside out, no matter how desperately he was trying to keep his composure.

“Maybe all your childish foot stomping caused it to break, princess.”

God, he hadn’t missed her shitty personality one bit.

“Harbour Pointe Life? No wonder everyone in this city is so damn tacky.” He pretended to be inspecting his nails, trying his best to seem like he was ignoring her. Chase scoffed, pushing his hair back as he pocketed his phone once more. “Fuck off. I make the pretty food.”

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Baycourt Holiday Party

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Activity Check -12/16/17

PASSED

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They said there would be an open bar.

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mister mistake [Chase/Haley]

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Haley was like the sun. Bright, beautiful, lighting up everything she came across and making the world seem fresh and inviting and new. Haley was too much like the sun. You got too close to her and you would get fucking burned.

Meeting her was a mistake, Chase had told himself all those years ago. Throwing away a relationship where he had felt happy, and loved, and safe– for something exciting and new that had only lasted barely a week, at most. They would break up every week, get back together two days later.

All in all, Chase was a romantic at heart. Something he would never admit, not even to himself. He had thought somewhere in his heart that would have been the start of something… anything. Them meeting, it had been like something out of a movie.

But it was more like something out of a shitty straight to dvd film. 

Stepping out of the Roast, having finally received his latte from the bitchy blonde barista, Chase opened the doors to the elevator to head up to work. Yawning into the back of his hand as he finally stepped inside, pressing the button for The Red Snapper, he looked to the woman who had walked on with him.

“What floor…”

“… fuck.”

It still stunned Haley just how shitty her luck could be sometimes.

For one thing, she’d gotten coffee spilled on her favorite shoes this morning. Her favorite skirt was starting to hang on her frame and she couldn’t afford to pay her seamstress to take it in. She was going to her job that she hated.

And now, standing right in front of her, was Chase fucking Jones.

Shit.

She gaped at him for just a second before he’d even noticed her, a whirlwind of old feelings she’d barely even acknowledged rushing through her, and then she turned away once they locked eyes, tipping her chin up and staring at the still open doors.

“Maybe you should get the next one.”

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“... what?”

Before Haley could answer, the doors had already closed and they were slowly traveling up to the other floors of the building, towards their offices-- or they were until a sickening crunch was heard and the elevator stopped, the lights flickering for a moment as Chase grabbed a handful of his own hair.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I’m already late---”

Not to mention he was stuck in close quarters with perhaps one of the only people in the world he didn’t especially want to be near.

Haley fucking Winslett.

Chase pressed the alarm button again and again, taking out his phone and resisting the urge to toss it at the nearest wall. No service. Of course. Chase leaned against the nearest wall, eyes closed for a long moment.

“... let me guess, you work at the MinuteMart?”

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mister mistake [Chase/Haley]

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Haley was like the sun. Bright, beautiful, lighting up everything she came across and making the world seem fresh and inviting and new. Haley was too much like the sun. You got too close to her and you would get fucking burned.

Meeting her was a mistake, Chase had told himself all those years ago. Throwing away a relationship where he had felt happy, and loved, and safe-- for something exciting and new that had only lasted barely a week, at most. They would break up every week, get back together two days later.

All in all, Chase was a romantic at heart. Something he would never admit, not even to himself. He had thought somewhere in his heart that would have been the start of something... anything. Them meeting, it had been like something out of a movie.

But it was more like something out of a shitty straight to dvd film. 

Stepping out of the Roast, having finally received his latte from the bitchy blonde barista, Chase opened the doors to the elevator to head up to work. Yawning into the back of his hand as he finally stepped inside, pressing the button for The Red Snapper, he looked to the woman who had walked on with him.

“What floor...”

“... fuck.”

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stragglers in the bar [Chase/Jill]

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Tonight had been quiet, Chase had spent most of his time smoking by the window rather than cooking, due to the lack of customers and the missing presence of the head chef causing him to slack off a bit. What was he supposed to do? Wipe the already sparkling counters? Prep food that would get thrown out at close.

No, looking at the sprawling city and sighing to himself seemed like a better plan. He had been at this damn restaurant for so long, and he knew he had so much potential-- but what was the point in trying if he was just going to waste away here?

Getting the heads up from the manager that he was free to leave, since the restaurant was closing now, Chase grabbed his coat and was instructed to shoo away anyone he saw on his way out, which he gladly agreed to.

Walking slowly through the quiet restaurant he only crossed one person, sighing at the troublesome situation he slowly tapped the woman on the shoulder. “Hey, miss, you gotta leave. Restaurant’s clo... sed...” His voice slowed down, eventually stopping all together as he stared wide eyed as the brunette in front of him. A face he hadn’t seen in about four years.

“... Jill?”

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