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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 4, 2009 21:04:17 GMT -5
*Chuck and Adrienne were in their carriage, heading home from the ball. After the roof, he shuffled her out of there rather quickly. He didn't want people to see his young, virtuous date to be seen oddly inebriated lest he wanted her father to skewer him with his war bayonet.
By this time, he had downed a significant amount of champagne and he was beginning to feel its effect. He sat there lazily with his head off to the side, staring blankly at her.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 4, 2009 21:06:30 GMT -5
"Alors, qui est plein maintenant?" *She asked, chuckling to herself.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 4, 2009 21:10:53 GMT -5
"Well you're not exactly sober either," *he pointed out.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 4, 2009 21:13:15 GMT -5
"Well I'm getting soberer!" *She insisted. Indeed, she hadn't been drinking since the party.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 4, 2009 21:17:03 GMT -5
"More sober," *he corrected half heartedly.*
*Chuck sat there, staring at her again.*
"I envy you," *he admitted quietly.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 4, 2009 21:20:20 GMT -5
"C'est un peu de mélancolie que j'aperçois?" *She asked, raising an eyebrow.* "Pourquoi?"
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 4, 2009 21:27:05 GMT -5
"Maybe..." *he muttered, deep in though.*
*He inhaled deeply.*
"You've got it all."
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 4, 2009 21:29:44 GMT -5
*She frowned.* "How do you mean? I'm a prude who teaches in a second-rate school and gets called 'ice queen' when people think she's not around. A fat dowry's nice and all but it's not like there's any satisfaction in that."
*She didn't sound very upset about any of this. Truth be told, she got a lot of enjoyment out of her job; more than anything else she did.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 4, 2009 21:34:32 GMT -5
*He shook his head and motioned to her house which was still quite far off but nonetheless visible.*
"Over there, you've got everything: a home, a title... a father that loves you."
*His voice was a whisper, barely audible over the sound of the carriage wheels on the cobble stone street.*
"You belong."
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 4, 2009 21:48:51 GMT -5
*She sighed.*
"If you knew the half of it... but isn't everything like that? The grass is always greener on the other side."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 4, 2009 21:54:09 GMT -5
"The only thing green on my side of the fence is the cash," *he said with a vague smirk.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 4, 2009 21:56:03 GMT -5
"You're digressing. If you've commented on the fact that it appears I belong, clearly you feel as if you don't."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 4, 2009 22:05:31 GMT -5
"I'm too much like my father to belong," *he sighed.* "Ran away all the way across the Atlantic thinking it would help me forget maybe even change..."
*Chuck shook his head.*
"Maybe it's genetic," *he mused mirthlessly.* "Even now, I feel that I'm pushing the people I care about away."
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 4, 2009 22:10:11 GMT -5
"Well putting an ocean between you is certainly not helping. But I think... working with children has helped me realize something. When we're very, very young, either we resolve to be like our parents, or to be totally different. That one decision, made unconsciously... it affects us as we develop, regardless of what how like our parents we were at the beginning."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 4, 2009 22:13:20 GMT -5
*Chuck looked out of a window emptily as he thought about what she said.*
"I wanted to be exactly like The Bart Bass," *he admitted.*
*He turned and looked at her.*
"I assume it's the same for you? The count seems very admirable."
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