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Caritas; Saturday Evening

After spending the afternoon getting, ah, familiar with his scarf in the Biblical sense, Chuck decided to give Marion the night off and open up Caritas himself. It would give his scarf something to do that didn't involve sex and it would give him a chance to recover from the last few days. His face still hurt like a bitch.

"Chuck, Chuck? Can I play with Tino?"

Chuck placed his glass of scotch over his eye and gave his scarf a smile. "No, scarf. You don't know where that's been."

"Can you and I have sex again then?"

"Later, I promise."

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...well.

"Uh." Yeah, that was all Hannibal had.

The porn girls, however, looked a little more interested in hearing about this than fighting. "Was it fun? We only really see him one on one. He hides us most of the time."

The scarf seemed to be more interested in sex too. Big surprise. "It was so much fun! They're both really loud."

Chuck pouted. "I am not loud."

"Neither am I!" Hannibal protested. "Chuck's louder than me."

The porn girls ignored him because he was a giant liar and was loud. They'd been in the room during a lot of his sexual encounters.

"Chuck's a moaner," they offered, wanting to contribute. "And they both like to curse."

"Oh, you are way louder than me," Chuck insisted.

"They do curse a lot," the scarf agreed. "But Chuck can't curse a lot when Father Winchester is around otherwise he gets sexy punishments."

Chuck groaned.

Now, Hannibal was interested in this conversation. Chuck's scarf kind of a had big mouth. Hannibal grinned at her.

"And what else does Chuck do when Father Winchester is around?" he asked curiously.

"He gets on his knees--" And that would be Chuck covering up the scarf's mouth with his hand.

"Don't encourage her."

"Aww, Chuck, you won't let her tell us?" one of the porn girls asked, leaning over the counter a big suggestively.

Like they wore a lot of clothes.

"Not even a little bit? It makes us hooooot."

"You're porn; everything makes you hot," Chuck said as he enjoyed the view.

The man had a point and Hannibal gave each porn a girl in agreement. Everything had been making them hot even his protestations that he had a girlfriend. They just kept asking her to join.

"We could be hotter," she purred, doing nothing to disprove Chuck's statement.

"You don't get to sleep with them unless I get to join in," Chuck's scarf said.

"That could be arranged," the porn girls said together and Hannibal's head nearly hit the bar. Of all the things he'd expected today, this was not one of them.

He had a girlfriend, he had a girlfriend, he had a girlfriend THAT HE LOVED. See, he could do this.

Chuck did not have a girlfriend and thus was looking pretty damned excited about that. "I cannot tell you how happy this makes me."

"You realize that you're wanting to sleep with my porn, right?" Hannibal asked, checking to make sure all that bruising hadn't given Chuck a concussion. "The porn you've seen and all."

The porn girls, who didn't give up that easily, both slid their arms around Hannibal's shoulders. Maybe they could entice him into the group too.

"You seem to have had a bad time of it lately," one said. "I'm sure you deserve a good time."

"They're hot chicks. Hot chicks who want to pleasure me. I'm not seeing what's wrong here. There's something wrong with you," Chuck said. Wait... "Which would be possibly why you're having a bad time of it lately."

"There's nothing wrong with him," one girl said, rubbing Hannibal's back and leaning in closer to him. He leaned away which only put him closer to the other girl.

"Nothing wrong except I have a girlfriend!" Hannibal protested.

"We won't tell, will we, Chuck?" a porn girl asked him, smiling demurely.

"I had fun with Hannibal's girlfriend too," Chuck's scarf shared. "Only that time Chuck was the one tied up."

That time Chuck wanted to put his head on the bar.

"Oh god, I did not need to know that," Hannibal said, covering his eyes with his hands. Sure, he knew that Angela had been with Chuck but hearing it like that meant he wasn't going to get the image out of his head.

"And here we thought she was just a stick in the mud," a porn girl said, looking delighted. "She's into bondage, who would have thought that? We thought the door sex was as adventurous as she got."

"Okay, you need to stop talking about my sex life or you won't be getting laid tonight," Chuck said to the scarf.

The scarf just stared for a moment.

"...okay, you're getting laid tonight no matter what."

After Chuck's declaration, the porn girls looked expectantly at Hannibal like maybe Chuck's decision changed his mind.

"You are not getting laid, no!" he said, shaking his head. "No matter how hot you are! I don't care. No! I'm not single."

"Pity," one girl said, shaking her head. "We would let you do aaaaanything."

Porn girls. Of course they would.

Chuck raised his hand. "I'll sleep with all of you. And if I was dating somebody I'd still sleep with you."

This was why you were single, Chuck.

"You think you could handle all of us?" one of the girls asked while Hannibal groaned. "We wouldn't want to wear you out before we all had our fun."

Psh, they were just teasing. They'd end up sleeping with Chuck since Hannibal was a monk now.

"Of course I can. I'm the best."

Chuck's scarf nodded. "It's true."

One of the porn girls rubbed Hannibal's neck and he tried to squirm away without falling off his damn stool.

"You sure you don't want to join us?" she asked him. "I can put my legs behind my head."

Hannibal groaned.

"I can't believe you're going to sleep with my porn," Hannibal said, still trying to get away from wandering hands, including one that had found his freaking thigh. Jesus, porn was...porny.

"I can't believe you can't believe I'm going to sleep with your porn," Chuck said. "You have turned into a total girl."

Chuck looked at all the girls around him.

"...a lame girl."

"No, I just have a sense of self preservation," he corrected, removing the hand from his thigh. "I don't need to hurt Angela for a night of mindless fun."

"We wouldn't teeeeeeeell," one porn girl said, grinning.

"No, but the squirrels would and...no!"

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