Roof - Thursday Afternoon

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Aretha Franklin was fierce but Chuck Bass was fiercer, sorry to say. That was Chuck's logic as to why he didn't get a ridiculous hat (did Aretha have a catchphrase? No, she did not). One would think the island was too afraid to give Chuck the hat because he'd just make it work and then Fandom would explode from the awesome that would ensue.

That is what would really happen, you know.

Still, Chuck was wearing an item of clothing that was equal in fierceness to that hat (his scarf) and was sitting on the ledge of the roof, one leg hanging off the side and doing one of the things he does best. Which would be getting high.

God, he couldn't wait for those brownies.

[Open roof is open, yes]

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Claire hadn't been up on the roof much before but, call it stoner genius, she found Chuck today.

She wasn't as fierce as he was, so she was stuck with the hat as she settled on the ledge a bit away from him. "Hey."

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"Hey," Chuck said, eyes immediately going up to the hat. "...nice hat."

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"Yeah, I chose it for you," Claire said, self-conscious. Stupid hat. "How'd you get out of it, anyhow? Like everyone in journalism had one."

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"Just got lucky, I guess," Chuck said, taking a hit of the joint before offering to Claire.

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Claire took the joint and breathed in deeply before passing it back. "Thanks," she said. "You just made my week better."

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"I try," Chuck said, smirking as he took the joint back. "I can give you something else to look forward to, if you like."

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"Yeah? What's up?"

Claire looked interested, but also skeptical. Given that it was Chuck, he might just be hitting on her.

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If he wasn't so distracted by the hat then, yeah, he probably would have been hitting on her. But since the hat was there, he wasn't thinking about sex at the moment.

"I asked Francine to make Temari and me some brownies next week," Chuck said, figuring Claire would know what kind of brownies he was talking about.

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Hey, Claire was still hot in the hat.

... okay, no, she wasn't.

"Francine left me a message about brownies back when the phones were all jacked," she said, as a slow smile spread over her face, from the idea as much as the drug. "Temari's into that?"

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"Only recently," Chuck told her. He was a terrible influence. "She's got a thing for chocolate too. I figure I'd be nice and donate a couple grams to give her the best of both worlds."

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"You turned her on?" Claire made (somewhat polite) gimme fingers at the joint. "Oh, dude, brownies will be like nirvana if she likes chocolate anyhow. Plus, no smoke."

She didn't cough anymore, but she'd been smoking since she was 11. Nate Fisher had interesting ways of relating to his baby sister.

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"She caught me smoking and asked if she could try it. Handled it pretty well for her first time," Chuck said, hitting the joint one more time before handing it over to Claire. "You should have seen her face when I mentioned you could stick it in brownies."

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"Cool, she's kind of awesome. I haven't had brownies in a long time," Claire noted nostalgically, before getting down to the business of inhaling. She let the joint warm her hands for a moment before offering it back, tilting her head up.

"The clouds are completely amazing today," she observed. Because pot made you smarter.

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Chuck took another hit before looking up at the sky himself. "Yeah. I like them in the winter. All...gray and stuff."

How enlightening, Chuck.

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"Mmmm," Claire agreed slowly. "Like .... it might snow. I hope it does, I wanna make snowmen again."

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"I could use some more snow. As long as the power doesn't go out again," he said. "That sucked. It sucked a lot."

From now on Chuck was going to associate the power going out with getting punched in the face.

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"It was colllllld," Claire said, drawing the word out. "And annoying. I dunno, I didn't think it was that bad besides that. Maybe you're just a wuss."

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Chuck raised an eyebrow. "I. Am not a wuss."

He so totally was.

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Claire stifled her giggle against the back of her hand. "Uh-huh."

More giggles. "Sorry."

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Chuck smirked. "Yeah, you totally sound like you mean that sorry."

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"I do!" Claire protested with another giggle. "Okay, I kind of don't, but you keep me from having to deal with anyone too skeevy every time I wanna get high."

... Claire's skeeviness scale may have been skewed.

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"I see," he said, snickering. "I don't know whether to be pleased or insulted by the fact that you find me so non-threatening."

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"You don't know my ex," Claire explained. "Next to him you're, like, a teddy bear."

And that mental image made her start giggling again.

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Chuck started laughing too because, one, Claire was so wrong and, two, he was high as hell. "Just don't go around telling too many people how teddy bear-like I am."

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"I think," Claire said thoughtfully as she stared at those gray clouds some more, "we have a deal. Don't wanna ruin your image."