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Outside Sonya's door, the Georgian summer heat would've struck them both in the face, as she said. The summer heat would've gone on until late October, and certainly would've been different than either Denmark, England or even millliways. A look up showed that the humidity was close to bringing in rain: sonya didn't think it would make the heat any better.

"This way." The buildings around them were basic, three-story and red brick. The barracks were nothing if not utilitarian, but they were nothing to look at unless they were home. Everywhere one looked, there were people in various army dress and the occasional civilian. Sonya deliberately put him as military though because only family of personnel or civilian occupations were allowed on base outside of Sunday, and blending in was easier than asking questions.

Every so often an enlisted would salute them. Sonya returned the gesture as they headed to her jeep. The bar itself was just some blocks away from the area, but she didn't want to put him through the strain.

"Inside,' She opened the door for him. "Normally it's within walking distances, better safe than sorry." Also, air-conditioning.

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The heat leaves him gasping before they get into the jeep, though he does copy her gesture to the enlisted soldiers.

"How can you stand this all the time?"

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"Tolerance," She stepped inside and closed the door, taking her keys out to start the engine. Soon as the jeep started, she turned the AC on high. "And military training means not complaining or showing discomfort."

And compared to all else, a little heat wasn't going to rattle her cage.

Only a few blocks away, they didn't really need seatbelts, but she'd been through 'accidents' before hand. Sonya strapped herself in and motioned to his own. "Take the strap on your right shoulder and buckle it in."

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He takes it and after a little bit of trial and error, gets it to slide smoothly down to the socket.

"Here?"

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She nodded, reaching over to adjust the vent so he might get more of a breeze. "Let's go."

Adjusting the gears, she pulled out of the lot and turned to drive off. The idea of going on for a drive around the country side did suddenly come to mind, but she promised Athelstan a burger first and didn't feel it was right to deny just for a whim. "It's...just after two, so past the lunch rush. We might get lucky enough that Charlie could spare a moment to chat."

Otherwise he would be too busy dealing with customers.

Sonya made note to ask Athelstan later on if he wanted to just go around for a drive. The weather wasn't especially nice, but there was the novelty. "Anyone ever take you on a care ride before?"

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"Never." He's gazing out of the window, but brings his attention back to her. "I've meant to explore the garage, but..."

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"But things happened." And then he'd need someone to show him how they worked. Between himself and Oriens, they had enough issues to deal with.

Walking would've only taken them ten minutes, so the drive was even shorter. Sonya pulled into the driveway, being right in her assumption that due to the time, there weren't many cars around. This time of the day, most were on drills or briefing, and she herself had things to do, but taking her guest into consideration, it was nothing that couldn't wait.

"Here we are." She turned off the ignition. The building was the same red brick as all of them, the name 'Charlie's Bar and grill displayed on the sign.

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"What permissions must he have to run a business here?" Athelstan asks curiously, studying the sign.

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"Besides the usual permits, there are security clearances and they do background checks. Charlie used to be a drill sergeant, so it was easier to let him fix the place up."

She got out of the jeep. "Watch your step." She knew from experience how it was manuvering with crutches.

The interior of the bar was as any local dive bar: wooden and leather booths, bar top with drinks, along with pool table and dart boards. The only outward signs of it being on a military base was a framed American flag on the wall that was surrounded by pictures of soldiers and other souvenirs.

The actual bar itself wasn't entirely crowded at this point either, only a few people at the bar and a few seated at booths. Behind the bar was a woman with short, brown hair in a black, collard work shirt.

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He sets the crutch down on the ground and makes sure it's firm before stepping out to follow Sonya, looking to her for guidance on how to behave.

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Sonya stepping inside does earn her a few looks, but with so many people on and off, the uniform does provide some anonymity. The patrons only looked a moment before going back to their own dealings.

"Andrea." Sonya waved a greeting to the woman behind the bar, selecting for herself and Athelstan a pair of barstools. That the place was slow at the moment also meant Athelstan had an area to leave his crutches.

She waited until the woman came to their side of the bar. "Can I just have a coke.." she turned to Athelstan. "What'd you like to drink?"

If athelstan was a little overwhelmed by the selection, there was a blackboard in front with a few seasons brews for selection.

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He keeps the crutches close by, propped against the side of the stool.

"Whichever beer you recommend", he says to Andrea with a slight smile.

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"On it.." She smiles at hearing his accent. "Going to assume you want the usual to eat?"

Sonya watches as she pours them each a drink. "Yeah, two cheese burgers and fries, medium well."

The woman nodded, punching in the order on the POV system before serving them their drinks. Athelstan's is something called 'motorboat ale', extra bitter with citrus notes.

As they wait for their food. "This is actually a good place for breakfast too, mostly because few off base are aware breakfast is served here, so it's not so crowded."

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"What's served for breakfast in this part of the world?" he asks, glancing around at what the other patrons have got.

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Most of the other patrons had one drink or another, a few had burgers, fried fish and chicken wings.

"You mean here, or in general. Generally speaking, could be anything from toast, cereal, small pastries, eggs.." Really loaded question, and given her schedule and health, she'd had any number of them. "Here, Charlie's known for whipping up some awesome omelets with a side of homefries."

She made a mental note to deliver an order to him through Bar.

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"But now is the time of day for burgers." He nods.

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"Some would argue you could eat it whenever you want." There was really no rule set, just habits. "Charlie will make it at other times of the day, but with the assumption that you're nursing a hangover."

Which, neither of them were. "Also I've been promising you a burger for awhile."

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"You have", he agrees. "And now I have the appetite for it again."

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"Always a good thing to have.."

Sonya turned to see not their server, but a heavyset man with shorn brown/grey hair. Dressed in workpants and white shirt, his expression in an easy one and carrying their plates, there's still evidence he could punch a man out if need be. "Lieutenant, heard you were bringing a fellow from overseas and had to see for myself."

He set the trayjack by their table and set the plates infront of them.

"Charlie, this Athelstan, he's in recovery before going back to the UK." There was an unspoken rule that you didn't discuss the 'how and why' unless prompted. "Athelstan..this is the guy you have to thank for my start in the army."

He held out his hand. "Pleasure to meet you."

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Athelstan has learned about handshakes, but gives a subtle glance at his own bandaged hand before taking Charlie's and hoping he won't squeeze too hard.

"Likewise, sir. I've heard a lot about you."

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Charlie gives the hand a look for only a minute before shaking it, his grip not as firm as it may've originally been.

"The time I spent kicking her skinny ass into shape-I would certainly hope so." Whatever strength he held back from Athelstan, he compensated by giving Sonya an especially hard slap on the back.

The slap was enough to nearly knock her over.

"Shouldn't you be taking orders in the office or kitchen?" Sonya didn't think he'd take this time to actually chat when he's working.

The man shrugged. "This time of the day, I put Enrique in charge of the kitchen. I just want to make sure you actually eat what you have infront of you."

Sonya hoped the lightening would cover the fact that she was blushing. Even after some time back home, she was still bearing signs of emaciation.

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"Will you join us, then?" Athelstan asks - not quite an invitation because this is, after all, the man's own cafe, but a welcome.

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"Why'd you think I'm here and not one of the servers." He pulled up a chair instead from an unused table. "I just want to see for myself the sort of fella Sonya would bring for a visit. Usually it's one of the officers on her squad."

Manners not entirely played out here, Sonya took a few bites from her burger, still keeping an eye on them.

"Because there's this funny thing called fraternization that the army tends to frown on," She said, once having swallowed. "The two of us met at the clinic, and it's nice to talk with someone who's proper educated.."

This was sort of the truth. Athelstan was educated and they did meet at the clinic, just not for the first time and not on a military hospital.

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"I'm sure it's not that rare", Athelstan protests. "If reading everything I got my hands on counts as education, anyway."

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"Considering that for most of the guys here, the only informative thing they read is army manuels." Sonya answered. Charlie only made a slight gesture.

He did motion to Athelstan's plate. "Eat before it gets cold." He cared less about education and more that soldiers (of any nationality) were being well fed.)

"I was telling him about your famous omelets ealier-" Charlie interrupted her. "Of which I'm still not telling you the recipe, I don't care how many times you ask."

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Athelstan smiles at the pair of them between mouthfuls.

"You don't want to pass on your secret?"