Mouth walked into Tric as Chase was cutting lemons into wedges.
"Mouth, it's barely noon."
Mouth took a seat at the bar, "I'm not here to drink. I just wanted to see how you were
holding up."
Chase was slightly confused, "I'm fine."
Shocked that Chase hadn't heard the news, Mouth said, "you haven't heard?"
"Heard what?"
Mouth was hesitant in telling him.
"Mouth, what's going on?"
Chase stares at Mouth. As his lips begin to move, the words hit Chase's ears and make him numb.
"I'm sorry, Chase."
His eyes begin to water, "how? How did it happen? How did she die?"
"They found her in her hotel room. She died of an overdose," said Mouth, calmly.
Chase laid his head on the bar counter top and cried. Mouth pats his back to comfort him. Feeling useless, Mouth asks, "is there anything I can do?"
Chase shakes his head while it was still resting on the counter.
"Give me a call if you need anything, even if you just want to talk, okay."
Chase nods his head, still resting on the counter. Mouth stands up and walks out of Tric.