This really wasn't how Chuck foresaw this evening going.

He's sort of surprised that he doesn't really mind as much as he probably should. But it turns out Raleigh isn't a shit kisser. Chuck's kissing him roughly, presses his palms against his back to hold him in closer and even sort of rocking up a little, to really get into the makeout spirit.

There's a jingle as the door opens and some complete moron sticks their head in past the CLOSED sign. "You guys open?"

"Fuck off," Chuck snarls at him.