Today had been an interesting day what with the singing, the being sung to and the angel hitting on him (oh, it totally happened). It wasn't all that terrible, really. Just weird ( Read more... )

If Chuck was awake he'd be in a lot of pain right now. He had a pretty high tolerance but even he had his limits and last night he was close to hitting them. He was going to lay off the brownies for a while. The brownies, not the weed. He wasn't that sick.

He didn't have high hopes for the dinner party, especially after the weird afternoon he had ( Read more... )

Wednesday had been good. Really good. Yesterday morning had started off great too (holy crap, Francine had nice boobs). Then he just haaaaaaaad to go see Blair. Granted, that had started off nice too but ended badly. Chuck had gone to bed frustrated in more than one way and he didn't feel any better when he woke up on Friday. So now he was laying ( Read more... )

Okay, so Chuck hadn't celebrated a certain holiday as much as he should have yesterday, but he had a good reason. Claire and Temari were graduating and he owed Francine for the whole gay porn incident so he figured it was high time to have another brownie get together. He had given Francine some really, really good stuff this time around so these ( Read more... )

Chuck had a good day yesterday what with the plotting and execution of evil and getting to hang out with his little brother at the bar. He could only wish he was there when Merlin watched the porn he gave him. It had to have been such a Kodak moment ( Read more... )

After spending some quality time in the with Francine, Temari, Claire and a damned good batch of brownies, Chuck fell asleep with his arm wrapped around a bag of cookies. He wasn't alone; the girls were too stoned to leave the room so they slept in the bed with him ( Read more... )

Chuck had been waiting for this all week. He had a terrible weekend and his shoulder still stung a bit so he was looking forward to a little herbal remedy. He hoped Francine was as good a cook as she looked. And if she wasn't, eh, screw it they were going to be filled with pot. He'd eat them anyway. Chuck had told everyone to meet in his room ( Read more... )