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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 12, 2009 0:47:17 GMT -5
*Chuck managed to walk up the ridiculously long spiral staircase without falling over... Although, that didn't exactly make it a pretty sight. To call what he looked like a mess would have been an understatement for sure and that bottle of vodka definitely garnered numerous glances. But he didn't pay attention to anything other than getting to the top.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 12, 2009 0:48:38 GMT -5
*Adrienne's ascent was much more coordinated, but she'd been waylaid by a spooked horse on the way here--traffic had conspired against her and she arrived at least ten minutes after Chuck had.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 12, 2009 0:55:49 GMT -5
*He was at the highest level possible. The wind was strong, blowing open the thin coat he had on. He ignored the chill and just drank with his hands hanging over the rails and his body leaning over in a disturbing angle.*
*Occasionally, when the bottle wasn't tipped into his mouth, he mumbled an off-tune and completely wrong version of Paris, Je T'aime D'amour.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 12, 2009 1:01:14 GMT -5
*She made enough noise on the iron staircase that he had to hear her coming. She was out of breath when she finally reached the landing, the wind whipping at her hair and nipping her face with chill, even on this mild spring day.*
"You know alcohol and high places aren't the best combination." *But she couldn't even work up the energy for her usual snark. It came out sounding tired and almost... entreating.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 12, 2009 1:04:41 GMT -5
*He didn't even look back. Instead, he just took another swig from his bottle.*
"And you need some exercise," *he slurred.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 12, 2009 1:09:46 GMT -5
"You're absolutely horrid when you're drunk."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 12, 2009 1:12:36 GMT -5
*It was strange how he was never surprised to see her. Even when she did come out of nowhere.*
"I'm 'absolutely horrid' most of the time..." *he said absent mindedly as he looked around himself.*
*For some reason--probably the vodka-- he thought it'd be good sport to climb onto the rails. He got up easily enough but standing straight up was another story.*
"...'Cause I'm Chuck Bass."
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 12, 2009 1:14:05 GMT -5
*She didn't shriek, but she did cry out.*
"Would you please get down from there!!?" *Her voice was suddenly desperate and her eyes flashed with something like pleading. Tough love was out the window--it was a long way to fall.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 12, 2009 1:16:49 GMT -5
*Chuck teetered for a moment before holding onto a column. He teetered a bit every time he took a drink.* "Why?" *He didn't sound snarky this time, but rather distant and thoughtful.* *A gust blew and his scarf flapped madly against him.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 12, 2009 1:18:31 GMT -5
"Because you're going to make a lot of mess and scare a lot of people and..."
*She paused, considering her words carefully.*
"And I want you to."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 12, 2009 1:23:14 GMT -5
*He turned and looked at her. Even through the fog of his drunkenness, it was apparent that he was surprised. Actually, he was more surprised at how her words made him feel. The feeling was strange, foreign... And he hated it.*
*Chuck turned to the city below him. He drew in a deep breath, then--*
"I'm Chuck Bass!" *he shouted at the top of his lungs, his arms up in the air.*
*At that moment, another gust blew and ripped the scarf right off his neck. It caught him by surprise and he almost lost his balance.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 12, 2009 1:24:35 GMT -5
"NO, YOU'RE AN IDIOT!" *She cried out, running towards him as if that was going to help. If he was going to fall, she wasn't going to get there in time to catch him.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 12, 2009 1:26:45 GMT -5
*He numbly watched his favorite scarf flutter to the ground, lifelessly.*
"No," *he said. His words barely audible through the winds.* "I'm his son. The one that he didn't want."
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 12, 2009 1:34:54 GMT -5
*Her heart did that funny twisting thing again.*
*This was bad, and she knew it. Whatever she was feeling needed to be suppressed, because above all she knew she was going to get hurt. But right now... right now she really needed to get him off of the railing.*
"You can't know that. Now would you please get down?" *Her voice, so often snarky, or stern, or even, was now simply caring. It wasn't something she was used to hearing from herself--but there it was. She cared about him. A decidedly bad realization to make when he was in very great danger of jumping or falling a very, very long way.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 12, 2009 1:40:27 GMT -5
*Chuck turned to stare at her again. There it was again. He hadn't heard anything that raw, that sincere yet and to hear it now, twice in one night? It made him wish he had heard it when he was sober or not on a ledge.*
"Did he, Adrienne? Did he care for me?" *he asked in a quite but clear voice, as if she would know.*
*He couldn't bring himself to say 'love' but needed to hear it from someone. Anyone.*
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