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So, as far as birthdays went, maybe this one was a little less terrible than it could have been. Or a lot less. Never so unsure in his sexuality as to turn away a girly drink, Chase had Kate and himself on their third round of daiquiris, and was feeling pleasantly buzzed. There was a breeze coming off the ocean as afternoon turned to late afternoon, and there was a lot of great old stuff playing on the jukebox, surfer tunes from the 50s and 60s, and he was hanging out and having a genuinely good time with a knockout who could easily knock him out.

Life didn't suck.

"I mean, I have definitely woke up as a six year old or whatever," Chase said, scratching his jaw, shaking his head a little.

"There is some wacky shit going down on funtime island, as you may have noticed from the tribbles that seem to be lying around everywhere? Cuz yeah, that's reasonable. Just want it on record- still no outbreak of Gremlins, because I am a good mogwai caretaker. Suck it, Zach Galligan."