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Post by Adrienne on Jan 1, 2009 1:14:07 GMT -5
*She managed to drag him up the stairs and into a chair, where she promptly splashed his face with cold water.*
"Come on, wake up." *She said impatiently.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 1, 2009 1:21:56 GMT -5
*Chuck was rudely awakened and was NOT a happy camper.*
"What the hell?" *he said angrily.* "This shirt probably costs more than you."
*He wasn't entirely sober, no, but definitely more sober than he was in the bar.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 1, 2009 1:22:43 GMT -5
"Would you prefer the floor of a seedy bar?" *She asked, raising an eyebrow.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 1, 2009 1:24:52 GMT -5
"Any day if it meant getting away from an asexual novice," *he said as he shook the water out of his hair.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 1, 2009 1:25:34 GMT -5
"I can leave." *She said flatly, moving toward the door.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 1, 2009 1:27:35 GMT -5
"Like hell you are. You're paying for my dry cleaning."
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 1, 2009 1:31:25 GMT -5
"Send the bill along." *She said simply, tossing a look over her shoulder.* "I can leave a card if you don't know how to find my address in the phone book."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 1, 2009 1:37:25 GMT -5
*He scoffed and shook his head. The bill was a joke of course. He had too much money to let that happen.*
"This your place?" *he asked, wrinkling his nose as he looked around.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 1, 2009 1:39:34 GMT -5
*She snorted. Clearly he hadn't got the subtle sarcasm waves--she hadn't actually expected to pay for his dry cleaning. In addition, the thought of her living at school nearly made her choke.*
"Of course not. This is a dormitory, at a school, where I teach. My place is a townhouse in a decidedly more appropriate part of town for someone of my standing, and it is where I intend to return directly."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 1, 2009 1:46:27 GMT -5
"You teach? Let's hope it's not sex-ed," *he mumbled to himself.*
*Chuck went into his pocket and took out his cell phone which, for some odd reason, was working perfectly. He quickly dialed his limo driver's number.*
"Well, don't let me keep you," *he said to her with the phone to his ear.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 1, 2009 1:49:07 GMT -5
".... what is that? Is someone inside there, talking to you? Oh my God, is someone trapped in there? How on earth is he inside?!" *Her eyes widened and it was back to Adrienne-the-Dork. She even raised her hand to her mouth in horror.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 1, 2009 1:52:45 GMT -5
*Grinning, Chuck put the phone on speaker.*
"Yes, sir?" *Came the voice of his driver, loud into the room.*
"Ignore the squawking in the background and bring the car over to..."
*He paused so she could tell him where he was.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 1, 2009 1:54:03 GMT -5
*She snatched the phone and yelled into it.*
"SIR? SIR, ARE YOU QUITE ALRIGHT? PLEASE DON'T WORRY, I'LL HAVE YOU OUT IN JUST A MOMENT..."
*With that, she began an attempt to dismantle the phone and free whoever was inside.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 1, 2009 2:00:42 GMT -5
"HEY! CRAZY BI--" *he yelled, snatching the phone away from her and holding it up so she couldn't reach it.*
"Again, costs more than you. Tim is NOT in this things, he's probably miles away in my limo being bored with another one of these to his ear waiting for you to tell him where the hell I am so he can come and pick me up," *he explained, quite annoyed.*
"Sir? Is everything alright?" *the driver asked, finding that woman stranger than Chuck's usual pick.*
"It's fine. Miss What's-her-name hasn't really seen a cell phone before."
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 1, 2009 2:02:44 GMT -5
"What is that?!" *She stage-whispered, looking at it warily.* "Why is it talking if there's nobody inside?"
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