Roof - Saturday Morning

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

It was way too effing early to be awake. And yet, here Chuck was, awake. Life was unfair sometimes.

Maybe if he got stoned enough he'd be able to fall asleep again. And if he didn't, well, he'd still be high anyway. That was always nice.

He looked over the edge of the roof and lamented the fact that he didn't bring any Cheetos or Lucky Charms up here with him or something. Things were going to take a turn for the suck once the munchies came on.

[Open roof is open, yes. I would like some Lucky Charms plz. ETA: Temari's thread is last omg since he leaves with her]

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[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

Only knowing about Lucky Charms through Madrox's love of all things sugary, Temari sadly could not provide them.

"Bass."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck glanced over at Temari and frowned. "Ugh, Temari, it's too early for you."

He really didn't like mornings.

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

"I could say the same," She replied dryly. "Shouldn't you be plotting someone's downfall?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Always. Roof's the best place to do it," Chuck replied, taking another drag of his joint. "What are you doing up here?"

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

"I was trying to get used to working in this weather." She hated the cold so, so much.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"It's not that bad," he said. "Maybe you should develop a thicker skin and suck it up."

Or get a pretty scarf that you're mildly obsessed with. That helps too.

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

Temari gave him a look to imply just what she thought of his thicker skin.

"Different kind of getting used to. I need to move in more layers, Bass."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Oh yes, your career as a professional ass kicker is at stake when you dress for the weather," Chuck said, rolling his eyes. "I forgot."

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

"The only reason I haven't pushed you over the edge is because you're an idiot," Temari replied, walking over next to him to peer down at the ground.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck looked down too. "I've pushed someone off this roof. Your boyfriend, I believe."

Nice, Chuck.

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

"There are about fifteen more of him running around," She pointed out. "Or did you fail to notice that?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"I was a little too busy being dead and ghostly at the time," Chuck replied. "But I know that now, yes."

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

Temari snorted and sat down, feet over the edge of the building. "What is that?" It didn't smell like those cigarettes Shikamaru's teacher was so fond of.

[likethegun]

Getting some fresh air had seemed like a much better idea before Sam had noticed who else was on the roof. He was tempted to turn around and go back downstairs, but it was a public space, and he didn't want to act like he'd been scared away. So, he tried to just stay out of Chuck's way instead, while also trying to ignore what it smelled like he was smoking.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Oh great. There was something that would disturb his high.

Chuck looked over at him for a moment and took a long drag of his joint, making sure that it would blow a lot of smoke into the air. The bruises on his face still weren't completely healed but he seemed to forget Dean's threats.

"Winchester," he mumbled after a moment.

[likethegun]

"Bass," Sam replied, calmly enough. "I should have known you were a smoker." It certainly explained how Chuck sounded, not that Sam was thinking about that.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Smoking is a dirty habit," Chuck said. Which was why it was surprising that he didn't actually do it. "I don't smoke. Not cigarettes, anyway."

[likethegun]

"I'm pretty sure that's worse for you," Sam said, motioning to the joint. "If you care, which I guess it's entirely possible you don't."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Your concern is noted, Winchester," Chuck said after exhaling another lung full of smoke. "But I happen to be of the opinion that you only live once. You should do what makes you happy."

And weed made Chuck very, very happy.

[likethegun]

That was a pretty good philosophy, but Sam wasn't sure if he wanted to admit that to Chuck. "I guess you're not alone in being happy when you're high," he said, pausing for a second before adding, "I want you to know that I'm sorry about Dean. For what it's worth, I told him to stay away from you."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck smirked and took a couple steps closer to Sam. He liked being creepy like that. "And what are the chances that he'll actually listen?"

[likethegun]

"Not very high. He doesn't usually listen to me if what I want and what he wants are different things," Sam admitted.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"I see," Chuck said, nodding. "Well, he told me I'm not to talk to you anymore. So how much trouble do you think I'm in once he finds out this little rendezvous occurred?"

Not that Chuck really cared. He was just curious.

[likethegun]

"He told you..." Sam started, before letting out a sigh. "I'm talking to you as much as you're talking to me, and I can do whatever I want, so you shouldn't get into any trouble."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"As much as I'd love to not get into any trouble, I'm not sure it's going to work that way," Chuck told Sam as he took another hit off his joint. "His instructions were pretty clear and, as you said before, he doesn't listen to you."

Was he purposely trying to get Sam annoyed with Dean? Yeah, maybe. It was fun.