The roof - Wednesday after classes

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Slowly but surely, Chuck was going crazy. It had been three days since he last...you know. Three. Days. This was a guy who had fun with himself at least twice a day. Going out with Sam last night had been a nice distraction (jail was pretty good at distracting you) but it didn't last long.

He couldn't stay in his room since there was porn in there, he couldn't hang out in the common room since there was people in there, he couldn't go visit the rooms he normally visited because he slept with most of his friends and it was too early for the bar to be open. So he went for the old standby and decided to get high on the roof. At least up here it was somewhat private.

He might very well die if this lasts much longer.

[Open roof is open but he is in a pissy mood]

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[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

Hannibal was mean to both he and Chuck needed some fresh air like no one's business. Of course that meant he'd run into Chuck.

Of course. Shitty, shitty luck.

"That'll kill you," he quipped flatly.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Death isn't looking too bad at the moment," Chuck admitted, exhaling smoke as he spoke. He was pointedly not looking anywhere near Hannibal.

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Having a bad day?" Maybe shitty luck was in the water today or something.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Bad week," Chuck replied. "What are you doing up here?"

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Needed some air," he said honestly. "Less chance of running into someone annoying if I go and sit outside on the deck. What about you?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Same," Chuck said. "And I felt like getting high."

Yeah. Still not looking at him.

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Is it helping the bad week?" Because seriously, he needed something to take the edge off and leaping from the roof wasn't going to cut it.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"It's a nice distraction," Chuck said, taking another hit. "Why, you want some?"

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Not right now," he said. Maybe later though, so he wouldn't fucking claw his eyes out. He wandered closer to Chuck because maybe second hand smoke would do him good. "Haven't seen you in awhile. Bender?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"You could say that. Went out drinking with Sam Winchester last night," Chuck said, smirking. "Ended up in jail. I'm so proud of him."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"You were in jail?" Hannibal asked, momentarily distracted from his woe. "You and Sam Goody Two Shoes?"

This was going to be mean. Sorry, Chuck.

"Was there prison sex?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Oddly enough he wasn't in the mood," Chuck joked. He had been on the roof for a while now. He was high enough to handle a little teasing.

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Too bad, I would have been," he said and sighed. He missed sex. Probably shouldn't be this close to Chuck with those thoughts. Oh well. He was too lazy to leave. "Things turned out okay, it seems?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean had been heading for the roof intent on doing a Vkandis ritual, but his thoughts took a decidedly non-spiritual turn when he saw who was there before him.

"Go ahead and jump," he encouraged.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"You first," Chuck said, glaring over at Dean. He so wasn't in the mood for this.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Nah," Dean said. "But then I've got Someone looking out for me. I doubt I'd go splat like you would."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Huh. Didn't take you for a religious crazy, Winchester," Chuck said. "Learn something new every day."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, figured you'd be someone with no faith," Dean said, casually walking closer. "Still, guess can't blame you. Not sure any god would want you as a follower anyway."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"As if there were a god that was good enough for me," Chuck said smugly. He paused. "Do you have a reason for being up here or did you just want to talk theology with me?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Nothing I'd share with you," Dean said.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"So touchy," Chuck said. "Not getting laid or something?"

Stop projecting, Chuck.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean, contrary to what some people may think, actually went a few days without sex every now and then so hadn't actually run into any... difficulties. Yet.

"I'm doing just fine," he said. "Maybe I should ask you that. I mean if you're taking my brother out instead of someone who can actually get lucky with..."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Please, as if I'd actually want to nail your brother," Chuck said, rolling his eyes. "He'd get too clingy and then I'd have to break his poor heart."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Instead you just take him out, get him drunk and thrown in jail." Dean's grin became tight.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck smirked. "Technically he was the one who punched the guy so he landed me in jail. I just took him out and got him drunk."