3rd Floor Common Room - Sunday Evening

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck had managed to roll out of bed before it started to get dark outside. That was pretty good considering he was exhausted. It felt like he made out with the entire town or something yesterday. He shuffled down to the common room in his smoking jacket of brooding robe and was sprawled out on the couch, scotch in hand. The Food Network Thanksgiving specials were blaring on the TV. Mmm turkey.

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Comments

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"...sounds like you don't, dude," Hurley said.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"I'm of the opinion that social events require invitations."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"We could... write some up on some napkins, if you want, dude," Hurley joked.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck raised an eyebrow. "That won't be necessary."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Just thought it might make things better, man," Hurley said.