Chuck doesn't go out drinking very much anymore, at least not as often as he used to. Laura doesn't mind that he drinks, or so she tells him, and all he can really do is take her at her word, but he still tries not to do too much of it when he knows he'll be around her. They have no plans tonight, though, and following an afternoon at the gym, he's gone to one of the bars he most commonly frequents, something which has more to do with his having never been thrown out of this one than it does with the place itself. He's not exactly picky about where he does his drinking, after all.

When he hears a familiar voice call to him, he sighs instinctively to himself, though there's no bite behind it. He doesn't actually dislike Sweeney. It's just that old habits die hard, and he's stubborn as hell, and he has no intention of ever saying that out loud.

"Yeah, why not," he says with a shrug when Sweeney's made his way over. With a gesture towards the board on the wall, he adds, "Didn't know you were such a darts player," fairly certain as he does that there's going to be some sort of ridiculous explanation for it that may or may not be true.