Chuck Bass is a mother chucker (cbasshole) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-04-01 15:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, chuck bass, rapunzel |
Who: Rapunzel and Chuck Bass
What: Just Chuck being his usual basshole self
Where: Coffee shop
When: Recent!
Rating/Warnings: Low
Status: Complete!
Chuck was not having the best day. Since moving to California he had been determined to prove that he was worthy of running Bass Industries. Outshine not just his uncle but his father as well. However on occasion he slipped up, fell back into his old ways. Usually stopping by Victrola satisfied his urge to go out and party but the previous night it wasn’t enough. He had gotten carried away, now he was paying for it. Dealing with boring business meetings was bad enough, but dealing with them hung over? As close to torture as Chuck ever wanted to get.
Getting out of his first round of meetings Chuck checked his watch. It wasn’t even noon yet. This day was going to drag on forever. Coffee was definitely needed. Of course he could have his assistant get it for him, but fresh air would do him some good so off to the nearest coffee shop he went.
Bad idea. Upon entering the coffee shop he frowned. This place was full of what he assumed were ‘hipsters’, all in skinny jeans, hoodies, with way too many tattoos and weird hair. There was one girl who looked somewhat normal although her hair was on the long side. The very long side. No matter, Chuck would just ignore them all get his coffee and get back to work.
That worked out until he was in the area to pick up his drink, next to long haired girl. Who of course got her name called before him. He was not a fan of waiting. And Rapunzel? What the hell kind of name was that. He should have known it would be something bizarre. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes in annoyance as he continued to wait for his drink.
There was a break between her classes, so Rapunzel had decided to make a trek out to a coffee shop to get herself a pick-me-up of the caffeinated variety. Her hair was up once again in a braid and she was getting pretty good at figuring out what to do. Usually she put in some decorations into it (usually flowers), but she hadn’t bothered to do that this morning since she had been running a little behind on things. But, she looked fairly normal in her tank top and capris and even put on shoes to go into the coffee shop.
There had been a bit of a line and she spent a long time debating about what she wanted until she finally made it up to the front of the line. After placing her order she wandered over to the pick up spot and sent a couple text messages while she waited for her order to come up. When her name was called she thought she heard a scoff from the nicely dressed man beside her. “Can I help you?” Is how she decided to address that little issue.
“Considering you aren’t a barista, no.” Chuck wasn’t even aware he had scoffed, thought he had just rolled his eyes although he wasn’t surprised. “What kind of name is Rapunzel anyway?” He couldn’t help but ask because seriously it was the probably the most bizarre name he had ever heard. And growing up on the Upper East Side, he had heard a lot of bizarre names.
“I wasn’t going to help you in that sense,” Rapunzel commented as she lifted her drink and took a sip, “And it’s just my name. Does it truly need a reason behind it?” She obviously wasn’t going to inform this scoffing man that her mother was a bit of a hippy since he didn’t seem like the type that truly appreciated hippies. There was a bit of meaning behind her name that she had managed to find on google, but none of it made perfect sense. It wasn’t that weird of a name especially since she had heard stranger names in her town.
Rapunzel was right on that front. Chuck certainly did not appreciate hippies. In fact he looked down on them, but then he looked down on most people. “In what sense were you going to help me?” Now he was curious. What could this girl with the freakishly long hair possibly do for him? “A name like that doesn’t come out of nowhere,” Chuck replied just as his name was called, well his first name. “Actually it’s Chuck Bass,” he corrected the barista as he grabbed his order taking a sip, which of course was wrong. “I asked for an extra shot of espresso.”
“Well, I was going to help you by allowing you to explain why in the world you scoffed at my name. And now it’s been said and I really don’t have to explain anything. There is this wonderful invention called Google,” Rapunzel answered back before rolling her eyes as the man corrected the barista. Oh he was totally full of himself and she was trying to resist the urge to dump her drink on him.
First of all Chuck didn’t owe this weird named, long haired girl any explanations. Second as far as his coffee order was concerned when he was paying for something he expected it to be done right which is precisely why he sent his order back. And third he did not have enough time nor did he care to Google her name. “I think I’ll pass,” he replied in a bored tone once his coffee was being taken of once again.
“Perfect, I’m glad we had this conversation then. But I would suggest Google, though. It may help you be less of a dick,” she commented as she gave him a shrug of her shoulder as she sipped her drink. She had no point to hanging around so she gave him one last look, trying to remember his face to vent about him later, and started to head towards the exit. No reason to stick around and continue to talk to this jerk.
There was another eye roll from Chuck as the girl walked away. She wasn’t the first person to call him a dick and she wouldn’t be the last. Honestly Chuck could care less. If his father taught him anything it was you didn’t make it far in the world by being soft.