Chuck was a nice guy. No, Chuck was an awesome guy. He and James had connected at their first conversation, and had been talking so long about catching drinks together that for James, it had almost become a running joke. He figured that it was about time they actually do something about it, and so James had sent Chuck a text with the address of his
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"Hey there. Sorry to keep you waiting."
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"Hey, don't worry about it. I had an unfair advantage since I'm staying here." He motioned to the chair opposite him at the other side of the table. "What do you want, Chuck? It's on me."
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"Thanks James. That's really great of you. I think I'll just start with a beer."
He looked around the bar again. "This is a pretty cool place, by the way."
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"Yeah, it is." He motioned to the view of the glowing city to his left. "That's my favorite part about the whole thing, though."
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The waitress returned with their drink orders. James grabbed his glass and held it up a bit between them.
"Anything you want to toast to, man?"
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Chuck thought for a moment for something to toast to. "To finally learning the truth about my ex and gladly being able to declare she is in my past for good." He paused and then added, "That sounded kinda bitter, huh?"
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"That sounds great." He took a healthy swig of his Jack & Coke and set it down on the table. "So, what exactly happened with that? I mean, I know you mentioned some things vaguely, but .. I mean. It sounded really complicated."
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"Shit, Chuck," he commented, shaking his head. He raised his eyes to his friend with a look of disbelief. "-- Shit." He laughed. "I can't even think of something else to say to all that." He leaned forward again, wiping some of the condensation off of his glass with his thumb. "I can see why you wouldn't want to be with Jill anymore. And I could see why -- God damnit, Chuck, we need to get you some tequila or something. You've been through fucking hell."
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He gave a bit of a grin when James mentioned the tequila. "Maybe you're right...maybe I could use some of the harder stuff. Just no scotch. I've seen...weird things happen with that drink. Maybe I should go with the tequila, huh?"
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"Tequila it is!" He got up from the table and walked over to the bar. He returned with a bottle of Cuervo Gold, two shot glasses, a small plate with salt, and another small plate of limes. In two trips, he had brought all of it back to the table; having one fucntional hand was bothersome. Sitting back in his seat, he opened the bottle and poured them each a shot. He took the salt, gave the meaty part of his hand a little lick, and stuck the salt to it. He grabbed a wedge of lime in the other hand, with effort. Looking to Chuck he held his glass up. "Want to toast to anything? Or just get blasted?"
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He looked over all the items needed for the tequila shot and followed James's lead, licking his hand and placing the salt on it. He then took a lime in one hand and shot glass in another. "Um...I dunno. Last toast I made was pretty bitter about Jill being out of my life for good. So...maybe this time...like...we could toast to better times?"
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