Again, the 'tender won't let him pay, so he leaves a big tip instead. "Come on, Chuck. You could go... ogle the guys at the surf shop or whatever." Standing, he offers her his arm as if he's some polite gentleman.

But part of him says why the fuck not. He's here, far from home, with a pretty lady on his arm. Why not pretend? Everyone else does it when they're on vacation. Maybe, just for an hour or two, he could drop bein' such an asshole and be a nice guy. See what it's like.

Wait. Who the hell's he kiddin'? Himself?

Maybe.

'Cause maybe he's just the same stubborn asshat who demolished Sector 7 and didn't think twice about it. Or maybe he's a guy who grew up a little and deserves a break.

...nah.

"Race you over there. Just kidding."