Word: Jar
Word Count: 100
Chuck's drunk and in Rome when he first bumps into Jesse. The Antichrist sips from a jar of British moonshine, and a hooker dangles off his arm, thoroughly enthralled with the small, yellow smiley tattooed on the back of his neck.
Chuck blinks and, when Jesse doesn't disappear, he realizes that it's not a vodka-induced hallucination and that he's really talking to Lucifer's pseudo kid.
"Hey Gramps," Jesse says, brushing the clingy woman away. She glances at him affectionately before scurrying off. "Drink?"
Chuck nabs the jar and downs it.
Dammit, this incarnation was too young to be a grandfather.