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The Deck [Saturday, Afternoon]

Since it looked to be a little on the drizzly side today, Angela had foregone her original plan for an actual 'sit on the ground' picnic out in the grounds, in favour of one that involved a table with an umbrella, just in case.

It was still a picnic, she just didn't get the entertainment of getting Chuck sitting out on a blanket on the grass.

That was a shame.

[[Angela's there for that guy with the scarf. You all know the one. But the deck is of course open!]]

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Chuck has had a very busy week and he was actually looking forward to doing something that most likely wouldn't end in violence (yes, even asking Blair to prom could have ended in violence). He was also almost happy about the poor weather. No matter what he told people, he totally wasn't the outdoorsy type.

He was also actively avoiding the fact that he was sporting an impressive black eye (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/1603846.html?thread=132774662#t132774662). The circumstances under which he had gotten it were just embarrassing.

"Looks like we won't be going on that invigorating hike through the preserve," Chuck said. "Which is just a shame."

"Another time," Angela said with a grin, her brows only arching slightly at the black eye.

"You've been busy since I last saw you," she remarked.

"It's been a busy, busy week," Chuck said as he sat down at the table. "But don't worry, I cleared my schedule for the entire afternoon. I'm yours."

"Technically, I'm yours," she corrected, pulling a few things out of that basket of hers - bread, ham, olives and a couple of varieties of pasta salad. "You put down a hundred bucks that says so."

"... And I'm going to work on a way to say that, which makes me sounds less like a hooker."

Chuck snickered. "I'll admit, when I first heard about the auction that was kind of the first thing that came to mind."

"Somehow, that doesn't surprise me all that much," Angela said, shaking her head with a laugh as she put out a couple of plates, and snagged cutlery.

"Did you skip over the part about picnic baskets at first?" she asked.

"No, I read it. I just didn't pay much attention to it," Chuck joked. "I figured free food was just an added perk."

"And now your reasons for showing up become clear," Angela laughed. "Help yourself to whatever you want."

"The food," she clarified, smirking just a little.

"You know me too well," Chuck said with a grin. He took one of the containers of pasta salad and opened it up. "Much better than my picnic of chips and alcohol."

"I was a good little cheerleader and didn't scrimp when it came to pulling this together," she said, grinning at him a moment as she grabbed a cherry tomato from one of those tubs herself. "I found a really nice deli on the mainland."

"Aww, you went to all that trouble for me. I'm flattered," Chuck said. Yeah, he knew that she would have done it for whoever won but, whatever. Let his ego do the talking.

"Like you said, I know you. No cheap stuff." She was a horrible enabler of egos, yes.

Angela shrugged. "That and I do just have really good taste."

"True," he said with a faint smirk. Chuck smirked and shook his head as he scooped out some pasta salad onto his plate. "That auction was fun to watch. I can't believe Eric paid that much for Priestly."

"I know! Wow." She laughed, "I had no idea we'd get bids like that."

"Must be what it takes out outbid someone offering paper hats."

Chuck smirked. "Eric certainly knows how to get what he wants. I've never been more convinced that he's my brother."

He picked weird things to be proud of.

"I don't think I realised he was your brother," she admitted, tearing a piece off a roll. "You always struck me as the only child type."

"He's my stepbrother. Our parents have only been together for a couple of months," Chuck explained. "I've got a stepsister too."

"Good step-siblings?" she asked. "I don't know Eric that well, but he seems sweet."

"I really can't imagine my dad ever getting married, so I don't think it's something I'll ever have to think about."

"Pretty good step-siblings. I've known them for years. My stepsister was one of my good friends," Chuck said. "Was" being the keyword there. "I didn't think my dad would get married again either. He's kind of...well, he's like me."

"Must be a little weird to suddenly be related to really good friends," Angela remarked thoughtfully.

"I am... not really like my dad at all," she said. Quite aside from the fact he was a man, and everything. "He's got that whole gruff musician schtick working for him."

Chuck smirked. "No, no, I can totally see you as a gruff musician. Really."

"I'm sure I could pull it off with some practice," Angela decided with a laugh. "The benefit of years of hanging around an expert. But that can definitely be his trademark, not mine."

"You can come up with your own trademark," Chuck said, grabbing a roll. "Still, the whole musician dad thing is pretty cool."

"Has it's moments," she agreed, shrugging as she poked at some of that salad with a fork. "But, it's all kind of normal to me..."

"Except the part where I flip a channel, and see him looking fifteen years older. Never getting used to that."

Chuck smirked. "Can sort of relate. It is kind of weird opening up the New York Times and seeing your dad on the front page of the Business section."

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