AN/ at the end of the chapter

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Charles Irving Bartowski was drunk.

Not a little drunk, not a happy go lucky drunk, a whole lotta drunk.

The type of drunk that somehow always seems to end up with a crappy youtube video of you puking into a something you wish you could get the smell out of when you became sober.

He didn't even plan on having a drink, let alone getting plastered.

When Ellie and Awesome gave him and Morgan their tickets to fly to Australia for a week when Awesome broke his leg while diving out of a plane with a glider strapped to his back and a snowboard onto his feet at this new artificial mountain slope that just opened that he had to be the first in line for, and last as they closed it for repairs right after.

Besides, as Ellie pointed out repeatedly, he just broke up with his long term girlfriend Jill and needed to get away, see something new and to go recharge his batteries.

But no, he was not planning to get this drunk.

Morgan had to go try the local cuisine the moment they checked into the hotel, and he had to drag his sole mate along.

Why Chuck agreed to meet Morgan into the bar in the first place was still a mystery, but there he was sitting down with an appletini.

Chuck made a mental note not to let Morgan order the drinks again.

Morgan however was in seventh heaven going on about some sort of desert. The look he has in his eye was like a man who had not eaten in a month looking at a all you can eat buffet.

That's when it all went to crap.

A loud slam from the back of the bar made him glance around.

Jill

Or at least it was enough Jill like to make him order something Morgan recommended.

OK, maybe after that he was thinking about getting a little drunk.

That was late, it was dark out side.

Now, not so much.

What happened next he could not remember as he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the bed he did not recognize, in a hotel room he did not recognize, the blonde goddess wearing nothing but his "Nerd Extreme" shirt standing over him holding a gun that he did not recognize?

Wait.

Goddess?

Gun?

Oh crap.

That was his last thought as he felt something hit him on the butt and his eyes fluttered closed.

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A/N

Again, nothing in the Chuck universe is mine, and I make nothing but silent fanfare (those who get where this comes from, forgive me.)

Totally non beta'ed.

This is my attempt to try to get my Chuckies Angels block done so I can finish Castle full of Bones. Got done most of my heavy time consuming life responsibilities in September and I've trying for weeks and nothing so I decided to just write a bunch of plots out see where it takes me. This one seemed kind of fun, so I went with it.

No idea if I will contuine this, I'm leaving it open to the whim of the public.

Again, I think all authors, including my crappy self, enjoy getting constructive feedback, but I'll take the good, the bad, and the growling Casey.

And than you for taking the time to read my crap.

JC