It's a hell of a kiss to be shared while sitting at a bar. When her hands curl in his shirt, Chuck has to remind himself of where they are, something that takes more effort than it should, though he's not sure if that's because of her or because of the drinks. Probably both. They're a pretty goddamn heady combination. Grinning at her when she draws back, he gives a slight shake of his head. "So far?"