Jan 25
"Boys, boys, boys-," Chuck greeted loudly and proudly, handing out the bottles of beer he'd managed to get from the bartender. If there was one thing that he was grateful for (not counting Claire, love of his life, apple pie of his eye), it was his best boys. They'd been together since the crib, more or less, and now their own kids were sure to follow in their footsteps. It was all pretty cool.
"Look, I'm not sayin' I'm not having fun, but Felicity must seriously think we have amnesia or something. Like nobody here remembers what she was like in high school, hello? No offense, Ethan. All I'm saying is, give us some real frickin' sized appetizers." @broho-jesse