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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.

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And they launch into a full on brawl right there in the coffee shop, Raleigh throwing Chuck against the counter and coming after him with a snarl.

Chuck gives--

--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.

Raleigh practices. He got a lot of it out there working in construction and he's had his share of boxing, and he might have a bag in his living room that he uses.

He get shit in the gut and he growls, throwing Chuck off of him and shoving him towards the wall.

Yeah Chuck's a graduate student.

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?"

"The fuck is that even supposed to mean?" He snaps, hands flexing into fists as he watches Chuck sway in front of him.

Honestly, Chuck's just really good at pushing buttons.

"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.

"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.

"Oh, yeah." Chuck laughs low as he's knocked back into the wall, running his tongue over his blooded teeth. "Guess I'm the only one here with a few unresolved issues."

He kicks out a his legs, trying to knock him down

"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.

"Sounds right!" It's let out in a wheeze, a grunt as he's shoved to the floor and the air's knocked out of him

He knocks his head back for a second before trying to roll them, yanking sharply on his hair again as he writhes.

"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!"

"Nah!" maybe he just wanted to brawl, maybe he thought it was too easy to push his buttons and thought he needed to unwind.

Chuck jerks up with a sneer and twists his hair harder.

"Or what? What, can't even handle a little hair pulling?

Godammit. Raleigh snarls and grips at Chuck's shirt and gives him a shake.

"God -- just let go!"

Chuck surges against him, smirking right in Raleigh's face.

He's still holding onto his hair.
"Make. Me."

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.

--oh so that's what was poking into his leg.

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.

Damn you, Hansen. Damn you for provoking him, for pushing him, for picking a fight. Damn you for dragging out his emotions and fuck it all he's got a girlfriend, finally, after so long he'd finally taken someone out, made an attempt and now--

He's roughly making out with Chuck Hansen on the floor of the fucking coffee shop.

Asshole.

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.

He's making out with Chuck and he likes it, tongue demanding entry past his lips to tangle with his, hips driving down into Chuck's, a hand lifting to fist tightly in his hair and--

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!"

Chuck doesn't even have time to shout after Raleigh before he's gone, pushing past the stupid customer who can't read signs. "My dad's going to kill me," he mutters, sitting up and picking the apron off the floor.

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.

At first Raleigh declines the invite to come back, because yeah, his punkass son is not someone Raleigh needs to be around.

For multiple reasons that Raleigh isn't going to go into details about.

And no, he doesn't want an apology. He does agree to come back, though - only on the promise that he's scheduled around Chuck's study times so they don't have to interact.

He cancels his date, too. She's pissed.

Fuck everything.

Yeah, Chuck gets chewed out by Herc. If he could get away with it without looking ridiculous, he'd probably ground his kid.

And he sort of gets it, he might not have been the most sensitive of people when it came to inciting the fight, and maybe Raleigh wants to cool off before seeing him again but--not at all? Really?

And now Mako's on a lot of closing and is treating him coolly which is. Whatever.

He stays out of Raleigh's way, going so far as to waiting an extra couple of hours after his shift before going into the cafe to get work done.

Of course, semesters end, and Chuck picks up a couple shifts at the cafe for extra cash, and while Herc and Stacker are careful not to schedule them together, there is the awkward shift-end shift-start pass by.

And maybe a shift gets covered without asking who they'll be working with.

Oh, great.

Great. Raleigh walks in for his shift, sees Chuck, and has half a mind to walk right back out because there's no way they're gonna be able to fucking function around each other for a few hours.

And yeah, really. Why would he want to see Chuck again? Jerk.

Chuck rolls his eyes heavily and tilts his head forward.

"Hey."

He'd wanted to apologize, actually. He might've wanted to get into a fight but that was a really stupid way to go about it. The look on Raleigh's face has him bristling on the defensive automatically.

"If you wanna skip, Tuesdays are slow," he says flatly. "I won't tell Herc." If he'd rather not be around Chuck, Chuck doesn't want to be around him while he's radiating not-wanting-to-be-around-Chuck.

"It's fine."

He's already tying the apron around him, his gaze on Chuck equally flat.

They can work together, right? Just so long as they don't talk. People who don't like each other work together all the time.

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