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Charles and Erik's Especially Groovy Night'So if by the time the bar closes, and you feel like falling down,
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I'll carry you home tonight'
The difference, Erik thought to himself, was that Charles drank to enhance the pleasure.
Erik drank to dull the pain.
His childhood, unlike his telepath friend's, was not filled with daisy chains and bleached-white mansions. Little Erik Lehnsherr had no opportunity to run, except in fear. No moments to bask in the sun, except when it was burning his skin while he pulled crops in the camp's massive plantation. He had no chance t-
"I LOVE EVERYONE IN THIS BAR!!"
Erik groaned under his breath, lifting his head from its position on the pub counter and risking a glance in the direction of the voice which had so rudely interrupted his brooding.
Sure enough, a pink-cheeked and red-lipped Charles Xavier stood a few meters away, arms spread wide and inviting, beaming brightly at his fellow bar patrons. He was drunker than when Erik had last checked, but experience told him that the telepath st