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Yancy's always been the sort of unattainable older guy that Chuck grew up unable to really be friendly with, let alone anything else. He was more of a parent to Raleigh and Jaz than a big broth, at least while they're in school, and Chuck was barely friends with them.

Sort of, yeah, and he's a little surprised Yancy's still speaking to him after the fights he and Raleigh got into once or twice.

They reconnected after Chuck got into college and moved into an apartment close to campus. He hangs out with the Beckets, sometimes collectively and sometimes individually.

And he and Yancy are close enough to text each other about personal crap (like girls who want to invite you to her uncle's funeral for the fourth date) and for Yancy to help get Chuck into bars and drink it out.

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Chuck's always been way too young for him to fuck around with in any kind of way. He's younger even than Raleigh, and it shows, though sometimes Yancy wonders if Raleigh isn't mentally on Chuck's level with the amount of fights they get in.

Still, the kid seems to settle when he gets older and they get a little closer, a little friendlier.

Enough so that Yancy picks him up, and takes him to a local bar and winks at the girl behind the counter, and Chuck isn't ID'd once.

"Cheers," he says sourly, holding up his beer, "to the worlds most awkward impending conversation ever."

Chuck's boyhood crush has...mellowed. Enough that's it's still a low, simmering attraction, but not so much that Chuck mutters and glares at the floor when he's around him.

"Cheers," he smirks, knocking his glass against Yancy's. "To cowards."

Yeah he's definitely tugging on his chain.

"Lucky I don't punch you off that barstool."

It's fine, he can take a little ribbing, whatever. He just needs a few hours to figure out what the fuck he's gonna say to this chick.

Because seriously who does this.

"Luck's got nothing to do with it."

Chuck grins into his beer as he drinks. That's probably fair, but also probably drinking with a friend isn't going to help him come up with anything articulate.

Not that Chuck's complaining.

Seriously stop complaining, punk.

"My self-restraint then," he says with a little smirk, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. And no, drinking with Chuck isn't going to help but he'll feel a little calmer. Maybe.

"Yeah let's go with that one, i like that one."

He leans and knocks his shoulder against Yancy's shoulder. Calming yourself down is totally helping. Totally.

"Think I do too."

He lapses into a comfortable silence and nurses his beer, but buys Chuck another round. It's the weekend, but he's also on his bike so -- getting too hammered isn't a good idea.

Getting Chuck hammered though, that's okay.

They can take a cab if Yancy gets super hammered.

"How'd you even manage three whole dates, anyway?" Wasn't there something early on that indicated she'd be pulling something like she is now?

"Two," he corrects, and he shrugs his shoulders. "I dunno. She seemed okay at first but then by the end of date two it was pretty easy to tell it wasn't going anywhere. For me, anyway. Then two days later - today - she texted me with that."

"Now, i don't do a lot of dating," which is true, he'll sleep around a fair amount but he hasn't really gotten to the feelings part of it, "so what did you say at the end of date two?"

He'd like to thank Yancy for being an unending source of amusement tonight.

"So I've noticed." Yeah Chuck he knows about your habits just like he knows about Raleigh's he's just the type that knows everything about everyone. Big bother syndrome or something.

"I dropped her off, she tried to kiss me. I leaned back. She didn't look happy, and went inside and slammed the door. So I didn't really...get to say anything."

"Are you always this smooth?"

Chuck smirks as he takes another drink, and then pauses.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Shut it kid." He rolls his eyes and gives Chuck's shoulder a playful shove.

"What part?"

"...nevermind."

He shoulders him back harder and grins crookedly.

Well, alright.

Chuck nudges him back and Yancy shakes his head, and signals that bartender for another round.

"So tell me what's going on with you. Distract me from my woes."

"Oh no a pretty girl wants to see you again your life is so hard," Chuck teases him with a gentle elbow in the side.

"Eh, not a lot." He'll drain his drink and reach for the next one when it arrives. "School."

He rolls his eyes.

"C'mon, that's a crap answer. Give me something better than that. What're you studying? How long til you graduate? You even old enough to drink yet? That kind of thing."

"Mate, you know those questions." Chuck elbows him lightly in the side. "Those answers." It's not like they never see each other.

"I've still got like another year and a half," he half sighs. "Whatever. At least I'm not in the dorms any more."

He takes the nudge in stride, smirking over at the younger man. Throw him a bone here Chuck.

"What dorm were you in before, anyway?" He asks, tipping the beer back before signaling for another round. "Don't think you ever mentioned."

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"I lived in the T. So named by the students because the building's shaped like a giant T." He gestures vaguely in a sort of T like shape.

"Which you would've known if you'd ever visited me." Chuck pretends to scowl at Yancy. In reality, he doesn't expect Yancy to have had any interest in visiting a college dorm. or Chuck, at that time.

Yancy snorts - he can tell Chuck's kidding (or at least, he better be), and he rolls his eyes.

"Please. I had my fill of dorm life already."

"You mean you don't miss a drunk group of assholes coming home at four in the morning the night before an exam?"

Chuck grins lazily and wraps a hand around the new beer set in front of him.

Nevermind Chuck'd been known to be among them once or twice.

"Can't think of a lot of things that irritated me more."

Seriously, Chuck.

"Cars honking at eight in the morning."

What?

Chuck tilts his head back to start at the new beer. "Should we be eating something in between these?"

"Good point. That's another one."

He takes a swig.

"Yeah, sure. If you're hungry. I think they've got bar food here." Wings, burgers. Stuff like that.

"I'm thinking more to stop old guys like you dying of alcohol poisoning," Chuck kicks at Yancy's seat and smirks.

And orders a plate of wings for them both.

"I think by the end of the night, if I haven't knocked you off that bar stool it'll be a miracle."

But the wings are appreciated. He is kind of hungry.

"Aw, you like me really." Chuck ruffles Yancy's hair. "It's like having Raleigh home."

Wings are awesome.

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