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... )

"Good, she's not here," Chuck said, opening the door wider to let Hannibal into the room.

Even though he was going to lock the door behind him, he took a chair and put it under the doorknob anyway. He knew from experience that it took a lot of strength to get it open that way.

Thanks for the tip, Blair.

[For that guy in the room with him and ( Read more... )

Five days. Five freaking days. What had he done to deserve this?

...

Okay, probably best not to answer that question.

Chuck had given up trying to do anything productive. Going out hasn't worked very well for him lately since there were people out there. People he could imagine naked. So he had the TV on nothing in particular and was laying back ( Read more... )

Chuck considered going out tonight. Considered it, but then decided it was way too goddamn cold to go anywhere. Then he debated on hanging around the common room again but then decided he didn't feel like being that social. So drinking in his room with the door open would have to do. Now if he could only find something to watch ( Read more... )

In case you didn't know, there were few things more boring in this world than talking to Nathaniel Archibald on the phone ( Read more... )

Chuck was trolling that website again. You know, the one dedicated to hating him. Really, you think someone would have figured out that he was trolling the thing. He hoped no human being would actually type like this.

ilovemileycyrus: gawd i heard that he's screwing ppl left and right at that boarding school of his. what a ho!!!!!11!!! nate is ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

It hadn't taken long for Chuck to take advantage of his new roommateless situation. He had gotten rid of the school-issued beds and had someone bring in an expensive king-sized one. Please, if he was going to be here until graduation, he was getting his own bed. He'd pay someone to bring back the old crap when he left ( Read more... )

Chuck had come back from Fandom reasonably early considering he had spent most of the night bothering his sister (god, he loved saying that) and talking to Nathaniel about how said sister reacted to the big news. He was tired when he got back but not tired enough to not be surprised when he noticed that he now had 314 to himself ( Read more... )