[ Because that isn't going to backfire on Chuck when he gets too drunk to say no, either.

Raleigh drains what's in the glass, sets it beside him on the grass, and lies back, hands interlocked behind his head. Clearly neither of them are making plans to move anywhere soon, so he might as well get comfortable. ]

We could do that. [ His eyes drift closed. ] But then we can't drive downtown for hangover waffles in the morning, man, and I dunno if I can have that.