Chuck Shurley - SPN - Barways

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If asked, Reed Chandler would see absolutely nothing wrong with including oneself in one's own fictional universe.

This is, very possibly, all one really needs to know about Reed.

He is, currently, sipping a beer, watching the schmuck who just came in through the Door and making bets with himself as to how long it will take for the guy to realize where he is.

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And while Reed finds the conversation boring, Chuck just finds it ... even more confusing than he did when he'd just stepped in and - yeah.

All he's gathered from their talk is that he somehow ended up at a bar at the end of the universe, and Sam and Dean might show up.

"It couldn't have been built up by itself," he says.

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It is unfortunate for Chuck that no one beat Reed to the Milliways Greeting, it's true. Hopefully he'll run into someone more helpful later.

"Why not?" Reed asks. "We're at the end of the universe. What do you think he did, call in some carpenters?"

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"I - I don't know. Maybe. Maybe there are specialists out there in the universe."

It's a big universe, after all.

But yeah. He'll probably have to get some answers from more helpful sources later.

If he decides to stick around, anyway.

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Reed shrugs and takes a long swallow of beer.

"Anyway," he says, "the Bar's magic and your first drink's free."

Even imparting actual information is more interesting to Reed than wherever that other thing was going. Chuck will have to find someone else who likes to talk in circles if he wants to have that conversation.

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Magic bars, now?

Oh, great.

Chuck groans.

"A free drink? Yeah. That sounds really good right about now."

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Bar will field this one: A full glass appears next to Reed.

He gestures toward it, because he can't resist a bit of showmanship.

"All yours," he says. "Welcome to Milliways."

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Okay, that was a close one.

He'd nearly dropped all of his manuscript to the floor again.

"Gr-great." Beat. "That was the magic part, wasn't it?"

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Reed gives him a look that says, with great eloquence, Obviously.

"Obviously."

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He leans forward to take his drink, placing his set of papers on the bar beside him.

"... what is it?"

It looks like a regular Earthly alcoholic drink, but ... maybe it's completely alien.

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Reed takes a careless look into the glass.

"Whiskey," he guesses. He could be wrong, he could be right. He doesn't know. He's a beer drinker. "It's not going to kill you. Why bother letting you in just to kill you with a bad drink?"

It would be a waste of a Door. And a drink.

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He takes a sniff.

Alcohol pretty much tastes all the same to him. It just gets the job done when he needs it, but otherwise ... he's no expert.

"Yeah. You're right. And you seem to be doing fine with your drink."

He picks up his glass and takes a tentative sip.

And waits.

Nothing out of the ordinary happens. (Thank goodness.)

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"Oh, this?" Reed asks after Chuck sips his drink. "I brought it with me."

This is not even remotely true.

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Chuck has the grace not to go sporfling all of his drink everywhere.

But he does turn a little green with panic.

"Wh-why did you wait to tell me that now?"

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Reed is the picture of innocence.

"I didn't think it was important."

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"Of course it's -"

He can feel his throat start to close up.

Reed's just gone and KILLED HIM. And he hasn't even finished writing the rest of his latest manuscript yet!

It's just -

Oh, wait.

Wait, he's okay.