Third Floor Common Room - Late Sunday Morning

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Popcorn...probably wasn't an acceptable breakfast food but it was the one thing Chuck could make without catching on fire (and even then he came close sometimes) and he was Chuck Bass, he could eat whatever the hell he wanted to in the mornings. And he could also drink scotch too. So there.

Breakfast sitting by him on the couch, the only thing Chuck had to worry about was finding something decent on TV. This was proving to be harder than he anticipated. Stupid lame ass Sunday TV lineups. The only thing that was on was Golden Girls. Which he totally didn't like. Really.

[Post is open, of course. Sweet Zefron, Golden Girls is on all day today on the Hallmark channel]

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[bitten_notshy]

"I'll have to find something to say to make myself stand out, then," Jack offered. "What would make someone stick in your memory?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Hmm..." Chuck tilted his head as he thought about this. "Ever been in prison?"

[bitten_notshy]

"Only for three or four months," Jack lied shamelessly. "Just a little counterfeiting charge, nothing that stuck. Have you?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Only for a couple hours at a time," Chuck said. "Marijuana possession, cocaine possession, indecent exposure, breaking and entering and, most recently, public brawling. Nothing that stuck."

Ah, the benefits of being rich.

[bitten_notshy]

"... I thought we were joking," Jack admitted. "No, I haven't been arrested. Indecent exposure is still a crime, really?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck smirked, having no problem admitting all the crimes he committed. "Streaking on the highway is still very illegal, yes."

[bitten_notshy]

"So that's something I shall never do, alas," Jack smirked back. "Why were you naked on the road?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck shrugged. "A girl dared me to do it."

Stupid Georgina Sparks.