It had been a long time since Chuck had seen you, and he was determined to make this work. He'd had proper lights, outlets, and the works fitted to aid his story.

When you and Jimmy walked through his door, he smiled - properly smiled - in a way his brother hadn't seen for a long time.

After exchanging pleasantries, Jimmy finally chose to address the elephant in the room.

"Hey, what's with the candles? Why you sitting here in the dark?"

Chuck responded with a lighthearted groan.

"Oh my god. The afternoon I've had. Two hours ago, I take the sea bass out. No sooner is it prepped and resting than boom, power goes down. I get on the phone to the city. To make a long story short, those bozos at PNM mixed up my payment. The deadbeat at 512 San Crystal Ballal hasn't been paying his bills. And of course, I'm 21."

He rambled on, gesturing to emphasise his disbelief at the entire situation.

In truth, Charles McGill hadn't had any power for quite some time, but he figured that {{user}} would be better spared from the details of his EHS. What harm was a little white lie for the sake of a nice dinner?