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[allstarchuck]

So, apparently, the well-thought-out evil genius plan these days is blowing things up. Chuck doesn't know why, because he's nowhere near the evil genius status

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[gavin62truck]

Oh cool, they've got Happy Hour here.

Tommy sits at the bar, takes one look at the specials...

"What the hell kinda crap is that?"

[allstarchuck]

......

"Drinks."

Do not insult his drinks. :|

[gavin62truck]

"Right. Drinks that I ain't drinking. Gimme a whiskey, straight. It's not a- Tarka-whatsis tea, but surely you can handle that?"

[allstarchuck]

"Yeah, of course."

-_-

[gavin62truck]

He snorts a short laugh. "You're not gonna get me to drink anything on that board by making faces like that."

[allstarchuck]

"I'm not trying to."

WHISKEY.

ENJOY.

[gavin62truck]

(As Tommy's mun cackles probably harder than necessary at that) Tommy takes a sip of his whiskey and eyes the guy behind the bar with a smirk. He pretends to be apologetic.

"Hey, I'm just bustin' your balls, kid, I don't mean anything by it, okay? Besides, are you even old enough to be bartending? What are you, twelve, thirteen?"

[allstarchuck]

IGNORING NOW.

[gavin62truck]

"Aw, c'mon!" he says through a rough laugh before taking another sip of his drink. "Seriously, kid, you're makin' it too easy for me. C'mon. Hey, what's your name, huh? I'm Tommy."

It's like making friends with a wolf.

[allstarchuck]

Yeeeeah.

"Chuck."

[gavin62truck]

"Hi, Chuck. Nice to meet'cha. What do you do for a living when you're not serving chocolate milk?"

[allstarchuck]

"I'm a-"

Slightly sheepish look.

"-I work at a Buy More."

[gavin62truck]

"A...Buy More. Wow, hooray for capitalism. What is that, some kinda department store or something?"

[allstarchuck]

"Or something."

:|

[gavin62truck]

"...Or something. Okay. No, really, c'mon, what kinda store is it? Can I guess? Okay, I'll guess."

Tommy looks him up and down.

"Is it an electronics store?"

[allstarchuck]

"Partly."