Room 314 - Friday Morning
The power coming back on had made things a little better for Chuck. It was warm now and he could call Nathaniel to complain about the events of the last few days. Still, the power back on didn't do anything to take away the fact that Chuck's face fucking hurt and so far no amount of ice and weed he used made it feel better. It actually hurt worse today than it did yesterday. Yes, he was being whiny about it. He was delicate for god's sake.
Chuck held up the glass of scotch and ice he had been using as an icepack against his black eye and flipped through channels on the TV. Fucking Winchesters.
[*sigh* Prissy little bitch. Door's closed (and locked omg) but the post is open. ETA: If you thought this post wasn't going to get nws then you are a silly, silly person]
Chuck held up the glass of scotch and ice he had been using as an icepack against his black eye and flipped through channels on the TV. Fucking Winchesters.
[*sigh* Prissy little bitch. Door's closed (and locked omg) but the post is open. ETA: If you thought this post wasn't going to get nws then you are a silly, silly person]