{02} [Location: Mansion Bar] I love Scotch. Scotchy Scotch Scotch.
Despite his freaking out about showing up in this crazy upside-down city, Chuck had easily fallen back into his usual way of life. Taking Kat's advice, he began writing about the city. It seemed that, cut off from his world, he didn't have the visions of Sam and Dean anymore. Which he was thankful for. Seriously thankful.
So, not only was he no longer being forced to write about the Winchesters, but he had an almost unlimited supply of alcohol. Which...he didn't need as much. Because of the lack of headaches brought on by the visions. But like most, he enjoyed imbibing now and again.
Like now.
Chuck sat in the 'hotel' bar of the mansion, actually wearing pants this time, taking a slow drink. The first few days, he'd returned to his usual attire of...his pajamas. So this was a step up. Yay pants. He looked around the bar slowly, then sighed, shoulders slumping.
So, not only was he no longer being forced to write about the Winchesters, but he had an almost unlimited supply of alcohol. Which...he didn't need as much. Because of the lack of headaches brought on by the visions. But like most, he enjoyed imbibing now and again.
Like now.
Chuck sat in the 'hotel' bar of the mansion, actually wearing pants this time, taking a slow drink. The first few days, he'd returned to his usual attire of...his pajamas. So this was a step up. Yay pants. He looked around the bar slowly, then sighed, shoulders slumping.