#CHAWIE... WE LOVE U...

[curseplay]

okay, they kind of know what they're walking into when they ask that. but it's just a pleasantries thing, something to make him feel thoroughly cared about . . . since they get the impression that's a rarity as far as the rest of the gang is concerned. she can only nod when he snaps like that, hands immediately landing on her hips. fair, paris thinks, that's fair. the moment of silence they spend trying to think of something to say [ other than just up and walking out the door, ] is evidently enough time for him to cool down. they take a seat next to him, leaning against the bartop. ❝ just a little bit, but that's cool. i can kinda get why dick was your default, ❞

the whole operation get charlie a date with the waitress thing wasn't really going to plan, which is kind of a bad look for paris considering how confident they'd been that they could make it work. her mind wanders very briefly to dee . . . helping her realize that she is very much not the expert on women she claims to be. but maybe she can make up for being a shitty wingman by being a good friend. ❝ look, dude — charlie, i . . . i'm sorry about all this. i think you're really neat. and that's why i thought this would be a piece of cake, 'cause of your neatness, ❞

@curseplay sent : how are you holding up ? / for charlie!

he's sat at one of the high top tables in paddy's, hunched over the table a bit, nose stuck in a mug of beer. he lets out a heavy sigh at paris' question, followed by a roll of his eyes. "oh, just lovely. fuckin' peachy." he snaps out, taking a long drink of his beer before setting it back down. yes, paris had done nothing wrong, but charlie was feeling a lot of things today. he recognizes this and he lets out another sigh, this time it's a bit softer. "sorry ... that was like ... wow i sounded like a dick there huh ??" he asks with a tilt of his head, finally looking up to meet their eyes.

he had asked the waitress out and she had said no ( again ) and the gang had been extra on edge this week, dennis especially for some reason. felt like everything was spiraling, like he was the reason why everything was so shit. deep down, he knew that wasn't really the truth, but the shit the gang said to him never really helped. "guess i'm ... not holding up really that great." there's a pause then, and he lets out a breath of laughter. "shocker, right ?? it's ... so fuckin' stupid, dude."