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Chuck saunters into Pacific Roast with his backpack flung over his shoulder. There are perks to being the son of one of the co-owners of a corner coffee shop/cafe, and free drinks are one of them.
No free fresh pastries, unfortunately, though if it's still there by the second day it's fair game.
Which is awesome for Chuck's study-induced sweet tooth.
...and would be less awesome for his waistline if he wasn't as active as he was.
There's someone unfamiliar behind the counter, but that's not too surprising, Herc had said he and Pentecost were looking to hire some new blood since losing all three of the triplets to better jobs (not begrudging, nobody wants to barista forever). Chuck just drops his bag into his favorite armchair, staking his claim at the table before making his way to the counter and nodding at the stranger in greeting.
"Hey, mate, can you get me a flat white? Thanks." And, without waiting for a response, heads back to said staked table to unpack his books.
No free fresh pastries, unfortunately, though if it's still there by the second day it's fair game.
Which is awesome for Chuck's study-induced sweet tooth.
...and would be less awesome for his waistline if he wasn't as active as he was.
There's someone unfamiliar behind the counter, but that's not too surprising, Herc had said he and Pentecost were looking to hire some new blood since losing all three of the triplets to better jobs (not begrudging, nobody wants to barista forever). Chuck just drops his bag into his favorite armchair, staking his claim at the table before making his way to the counter and nodding at the stranger in greeting.
"Hey, mate, can you get me a flat white? Thanks." And, without waiting for a response, heads back to said staked table to unpack his books.
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Chuck's smirk is smug, a feral glint in his eye as he pushes him again.
Herc wouldn't fire Raleigh for fighting with his son, he'd know who started it. Chuck might be banned for a little while, though.
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Raleigh stumbles again and he shoves him back, patience snapping.
"Don't touch me."
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He can't really say why he likes pushing Raleigh, his buttons or literally him right now. Maybe it's one thing to do with him getting an actual fire in his eyes as opposed to the almost zen calm he has even when arguing with customers.
So he grins, baring his teeth, and shoves him a third time. "Make me."
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He knows it the second his fist flies through the air and connects with Chuck's jaw.
It's just one of those things. He's sorry, too -- his girlfriend is gonna be pissed.
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Chuck curses when he's punched, taking a step back and cradling his jaw with one hand for a scant moment before he's rallying and leaping at him.
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--well not as good as he gets because while he's a brawler and fights dirty, he doesn't really get a lot of chances to practice that and Raleigh...
Yeah so Chuck gets punched in the gut a few times before he's wrapping an arm around Raleigh's neck and kicks up into his stomach in return, letting out a grunt.
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He get shit in the gut and he growls, throwing Chuck off of him and shoving him towards the wall.
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He snarls back as he's shoved, struggling wildly against his hands. "That's it," he spits at him, blood smeared over his lower lip. "You sure it's me you're so ready to punch in the face?"
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"The fuck is that even supposed to mean?" He snaps, hands flexing into fists as he watches Chuck sway in front of him.
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"Seemed pretty eager to come to blows with me," he mutters, trying to regain enough balance to get Raleigh by the hair and shove him into the wall in return.
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"You pushed me first," he growls, shoving him back. They're probably making a fucking mess in the place and RAleigh's going to have to clean it up.
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He kicks out a his legs, trying to knock him down
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"So that's it, then? You piss me off, provoke me so you can work your shit out on me?" Raleigh goes down but he grabs Chuck and jerks him to him, twisting his body so Chuck's back hits the floor, RAleigh on top of him.
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He knocks his head back for a second before trying to roll them, yanking sharply on his hair again as he writhes.
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"That's the only reason? Are you fucking kidding me?!" Maybe RAleigh should just quit because goddamn this is not wo--
shit Chuck stop pulling his hair. He twitches a little and hisses, hands gripping the front of Chuck's shirt.
"Stop. Stop it now!"
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Chuck jerks up with a sneer and twists his hair harder.
"Or what? What, can't even handle a little hair pulling?
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Godammit. Raleigh snarls and grips at Chuck's shirt and gives him a shake.
"God -- just let go!"
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He's still holding onto his hair.
"Make. Me."
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There's always been something about Raleigh's hair being pulled and ever since he'd met him, there'd been something about this little shit head that had a knot in his gut.
He doesn't know if he wants to punch him in the face or kiss him.
So he settles for a rough shake, then dragging him in to roughly kiss him, teeth clicking against Chuck's.
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Chuck's surprised, to say the least, but he doesn't shove him off. He does kiss back though, mouth opening easily under Raleigh's with a rough sound.
He's even surprised enough to let go of his hair, dropping his hand to his shoulder instead.
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He's roughly making out with Chuck Hansen on the floor of the fucking coffee shop.
Asshole.
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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.
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What the Fuck some stupid shit--
Fuck this.
Raleigh pushes himself off of Chuck and takes his apron off and wads it up, throwing it on the ground and he just.
Stomps out.
"Consider this my resignation!"
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He gets the moron out of the door and actually locks it what the hell Becket, that should have been the first thing, and then goes through closing alone. He knows what to do, he's worked it and he's helped out enough times. Though it takes him longer than it should tonight, and not just because he's cleaning up the mess he and Raleigh made; he's dragging his feet sullenly.
Because he's gotta tell Herc Raleigh quit. He says it's because they got into a fight though, no need to go into details.
Raleigh's going to get a call from Herc apologizing for his dumbass son and asking him to come back. He'll schedule him around Chuck's study times so he doesn't even have to see the kid. Also he'll make him apologize if Raleigh wants.
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Mouthes RALEIGH's neck not his own ugh ugh why I don't tag while I'm tired
Lmao I assumed XD
it bugged me /o\
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