Part 3: Chapter 6

Chase and Chris were at Tric. Chris was sitting at the bar while Chase mixed him a drink.

"Chris Keller is glad you let him wait out the storm here," Chris said.

"I didn't," Chase said. "I was leaving and you arrived when I was closing. I told you I closed and you kicked my leg."

"Let's not live in the past," Chris said taking a sip of his drink. "Yuck!"

Chris slapped Chase.

"You know the rules," Chase said holding up a money jar. "$20 in the jar."

Chris put $20 in the jar.

"So the other day I showed up at your apartment and you weren't there," Chris said. "This bikini model was there and we kind of hooked up. Then it turned out she had a husband and I had to dress really fast, climb out the window, and use the fire escape. My shoes and socks were left behind and Chris Keller had to walk home barefoot. "

"I haven't lived in that apartment for 4 years," Chase said. "I live in a house now. It's across the street from you. You helped me move in."

"Oh yeah," Chris said.

"So I've been doing a lot of thinking," Chase said. "So I've hired some more staff for the bar because I won't be here as often."

"Why?" Chris asked.

"I'm taking in a foster teen," Chase said.

"You?" Chris asked.

"Yes," Chase said. "Don't be so surprised. You watched after Chuck for 2 years."

"Who is this foster teen?" Chris asked.

"His name is Jonathan and he's 15," Chase said. "His parents died when he was 5 and he's been in an out of homes since. He arrives next week."

"Are you nervous?" Chris asked.

"Kind of," Chase said. "What if he doesn't like me?"

"He'll like you," Chris said.

"Thanks," Chase said.

"Now we need to get you a girlfriend," Chris said.

"How did this go from taking in a foster teen to I need a girlfriend?" Chase asked.

"You haven't dated anyone since Tara," Chris said.

"Yeah," Chase said. "Tara and I broke up when she didn't want commitment."

"That was 3 years ago," Chase said. "You need a girlfriend."

"No one wants to date a bar tender," Chase said.

"We'll lie and say you're that guy from Laguna Beach: The Real Orange County," Chris said. "Girls will be all over you."

"Chase Johnson?" Chase asked.

"No," Chris said. "Stephen Colletti."

Chase began to laugh.

"I look nothing like Stephen Colletti," Chase laughed.

"Yes you do," Chris said. "And I look like Tyler Hilton."

"No you don't," Chase said.

The lights went out and Chris screamed.

"Chase?" Chris asked in a scared tone.

"Chase isn't here anymore," Chase said in a scary voice.

Chris screamed at the top of his lungs.

"You scream like a little girl," Chase laughed.

"You're a jerk!" Chris shouted.

"Come on," Chase said. "Let's go see if we can get the power back on."

"Don't make me go down into the basement!" Chris screamed.

"Okay," Chase said. "Just stay in this haunted bar by yourself."

"Haunted?" Chris asked.

"Oh yeah," Chase said. "A few years ago on a stormy night like this, these teenagers snuck into the bar to steal some booze. They reached for the highest shelf when all the glasses fell on them. The janitor found their bloody corpses the next morning. They say the teenagers still roam this bar at night looking for someone to take their place. Well, I'll be right back."

Chase walked off and Chris quickly followed after him.

"On second thought," Chris said. "The basement doesn't sound that bad."