10:30ish - Charlie/Rae - Room A
Charlie rolled his eyes at her assessment. "Girls suck too.." he teased with a wink. Some better than others. In fact, Charlie was willing to bet good money that the blond currently dancing in front of him had a mouth like a Hoover! Scratch that.. a Dyson. Cyclonic action all the way.
He perked up at the mention of Rae's date with Fox. Rae quickly dismissed it though, so Charlie stored it away to bring up later. He might have forced her to talk about it then, but Rae went and stroked his ego, and there was nothing Charlie liked talking about more.. than himself. He grabbed Rae's hand and put it on his cheek. "The wife loves it. I hate shaving, but if it keeps her happy, I suppose I can whip out the razor each morning."