Third Floor Common Room - Late Sunday Morning

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Chuck was up really freaking early considering how late he had stayed out last night. Freaking ridiculous. He would have slept in later but he was bombarded by weird-ass dreams that he really didn't care to analyze. Since sleep wasn't on the horizon any time soon, he decided to go the common room and see if there was anyone to bother. When it looked like he was alone, he raided the pantry for a bit to grab something that would go well with his scotch (he came up with Dunkaroos) and then sprawled out on the couch to find something on TV.

Ugh, there was a Rumor Gal marathon on. No thank you. He'd go back if he was desperate but he was not watching that crap. It was so unrealistic.

[Open, of course]