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Day three of being a girl, and though the novelty had, by this time, worn a little thin, Chuck hadn't yet entirely lost his patience with it. It could hardly last much longer, and he was still determined to embrace his policy of enjoying it while it lasted. To that end, he'd decided to make good use of some of the liquor that the island had mysteriously gifted to him, and throw a little party. Little was the operative word, here - only those people in their circle, and guests they saw fit to invite, of course. Luckily, it happened to be a beautiful evening, and the compound rooftop was entirely abandoned - until, of course, the Upper East Side arrived. Tumbler of scotch in hand, Chuck made his way into the small gathering to say his hellos properly.