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Caritas; Thursday Evening

Almost a week had passed and Chuck still wasn't feeling any better about the situation he had been put in. He was dealing, but he knew he had to get over this brooding thing soon, or at least learn to cover it. He hated people hovering over him and, let's face it, the emo thing was annoying, even to him.

He settled down behind the bar with a bottle of scotch, figuring that was a step in the right direction to get him in a better mood.

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"It's...it's something I'm going to have to deal with for the rest of my life," Chuck said, holding out his hand so he could take Jaina's glass for a re-fill. "But I'm dealing with it. So, no, you don't have to worry."

She handed over the glass, realizing she'd probably worry anyway. "Sorry you have to deal with it," she said anyway.

"Thanks," he said, smiling a little as he mixed another vodka tonic. "I could tell you what happened, but you'll need to keep in mind that I'm perfectly aware of how much of a soap opera storyline it sounds like."

"You haven't heard my family history," she said dryly. "I can deal with a soap opera storyline."

"Fair enough," he said, sliding over her second drink. "Okay, so, last week with all the dead people? My dad showed up. Which was nice, believe me. But he revealed that my mother, whom I have thought was dead my whole life, is actually alive."

Chuck knew he could have made that sound a whole lot more dramatic, but he just didn't have the energy or the mind power at the moment to be all Serena about the situation.

"The bottle makes more sense now," she said, wincing. "Are you going to get in touch with her?"

"No, I'm not," Chuck said firmly. It had been what he was thinking about most of the week. "She had wanted to put me up for adoption, and when my father decided he wanted to keep me, she left the country. I doubt she's changed her mind over the last eighteen years."

And if she had, Chuck would naturally think she was after his money.

"I don't get why people do those kinds of things to their kids," she said, shaking her head. She'd thought it was bad enough that her mom just was too busy with saving the galaxy to raise her. "It's her loss."

Chuck smiled again. "Thanks. Like I said, I'm getting over it. You have nothing to worry about. And even if there was something to worry about, the Winchesters have the hovering thing covered while you're gone."

"I don't hover," Jaina protested, smiling. "I ask into things casually."

"Riiiiight," Chuck said. "Word it any way you want, it boils down to hovering."

Not that he minded it when people hovered anymore. Better than being ignored.

"Think of it as my equivalent of not letting you puke in the bar," she said, because she was remembering the other week forever. Of course, she was going to be finishing her second drink soon and was going to end up drunk tonight<.i>...

"That's...oddly sweet, thank you," Chuck said, laughing a little. He looked down at her glass. "I'm still not going to let you puke in this bar, you know."

"I'm not going to," she assured him. "I'm handling it really well, even. Things aren't even spinning yet." Oh, give it time.

"And you've already had two drinks, I'm impressed," Chuck said. "You might be building a tolerance after all."

"Just wait till I stand up," Jaina assured him, finishing off her drink. "This is going to hurt tomorrow."

"Well at least you know what you're getting into," he said. "You want another one?"

She looked at the empty glass and said, "Suuure. I can throw my phone at Rose if it's too much." Scarily, her aim would still probably be decent if she did decide to throw electronics around the bar. "And then we can take bets on what I remember when I have to leave."

"Drunk dialing and swiss cheese memory isn't what I'm worried about," he said, going to re-fill her drink anyway since he had difficulty cutting people off. "I just want to keep you in decent enough shape so you can get back home later."

He had spent nights in the lounge before and it's not pretty.

"If a Jedi can't get home after a few drinks, that's kind of sad," she decided, and as she shook her head, ooh there was the spinning room effect. "Because I'm not staying at the bar, that's a lot sadder."

"It really is," he agreed. Chuck knew it was probably a bad idea, but he gave Jaina that third drink anyway. "The lounge isn't as comfortable as it looks."

"You could always make Tino walk after me if you're really worried," she told him. "And you say that like you know the lounge is uncomfortable." Which would probably be why he said it. Yeah, she was maybe a little drunk.

"I may have slept in there when I felt...less than capable of making it back to the dorms," he admitted. "You definitely don't want to sleep in there. If I get worried, I'll walk you home. Tino's a creeper."

"...I kind of want to be able to say Chuck Bass walked me home," Jaina realized. "Just because."

Chuck grinned because, wow, she must be drunk if she's saying things like that. "I can definitely help you out with that goal. I love giving people bragging rights."

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