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[im_chuckbass]

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

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[up_off_thefloor]

Late was one thing, but after Chuck's non-appearance at his own party, his absence at Eric's was definitely felt, at least by the guest of honor. He'd covered his concern by insisting he needed a jacket before heading for the oompound to check on Chuck, make sure he was okay.

All things considered, when he found him it was something of a relief. "Chuck! Hey, I was wondering where you were," he admitted, smiling cautiously as he drew nearer to his obviously inebriated (but what else was new, really) stepbrother.

[im_chuckbass]

"Here I am," Chuck said, gesturing exaggeratedly with the bottle. "I'd ask if you started without me, but as I started without you, it'd really only be fair." If there was a part of him that felt bad for showing up drunk or cared what Eric thought of it, it was a part that was quieted remarkably quickly by enough scotch.

"I didn't get you anything. Unless you want some of this," he said, proffering the bottle. "In that case, it's your lucky day."

[up_off_thefloor]

Eric shook his head, watching Chuck with a tolerant but wary look. "No, thanks. Why don't you come have something to eat? There's pizza..."