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Chuck was late, as well as drunk, when he finally found himself stumbling towards Eric's birthday party. But hey, little E was an Upper East Sider, he should know that you never showed up to a party on time, right? Desert island or not, some things never changed. And the bottle, well, that had been a necessity after this afternoon, when the bookshelf had decided to present him with a Retrospective on the Bass Legacy, spelled out in newspaper after magazine article after newspaper. He'd seen that, hooked a detour through his dormitory, and been half-lit since. More like fully lit, actually, now that evening had fallen. As he walked, only stumbling occasionally, towards the party, he took another swig from the bottle he was carrying.