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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 19, 2009 21:33:31 GMT -5
*Chuck looked. Any straight man would have.*
"Hmm..." *he said, wrinkling his nose thoughtfully.* "Not... really."
*Their seats were close and he leaned in even closer, expecting a smack or something else to admonish his proximity.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 19, 2009 21:34:45 GMT -5
"Distracted, at least?"
*She'd practically expected him to lean in. In fact, she couldn't decide whether she'd been trying to make him or not.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 19, 2009 21:38:00 GMT -5
*He looked up for a moment, as if you invoke a thought.*
"Moderately... Although I'm not entirely feeling indulged."
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 19, 2009 21:39:55 GMT -5
"In which case I don't think I'm going to be any more... indulgent."
*She seemed to realize just at the end of that sentence how very close they were, and made no move to change that. She sucked in a breath and, like a deer in headlights, stayed where she was, eyes searching his face.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 19, 2009 21:47:07 GMT -5
*Chuck didn't move either.*
"Where's your father?" *he asked, risking throwing off the moment. He really needed to know.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 19, 2009 21:48:25 GMT -5
"He's... in town. Sending a telegram." *She blurted, unsure why she didn't just pull away.*
*She was only going to get hurt if she didn't.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 19, 2009 21:57:37 GMT -5
"Good."
*Previous moments and awkwardness completely forgotten, he slowly began to close the gap between their lips.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 19, 2009 21:59:50 GMT -5
*But they weren't forgotten on her part. Her stomach seized with something between guilt and want and distantly related to dread as she pulled away, sitting up and turning.*
"I can't do this." *She said, almost inaudibly.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 19, 2009 22:18:30 GMT -5
*Things didn't come flooding back until after she finished speaking. He froze and it took him a moment to move back. He said nothing and did nothing except stare at her, confusion mingling with a strange sense of guilt.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 19, 2009 22:19:46 GMT -5
*She stood and moved to leave, looking over her shoulder and opening her mouth as if to speak... but she was silent. Her mouth closed and she turned around to leave.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 19, 2009 22:34:03 GMT -5
*Chuck sat there, staring at where she was seated.*
*He couldn't do it this dance anymore. He need a true distraction.*
*With a slow gait, Chuck returned to his room, mind empty the entire way. He summoned his valet to prepare the carriage and then he was gone.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 19, 2009 22:38:11 GMT -5
**LATER**
*Adrienne had finally mulled things over and had decided that she couldn't do this anymore. She'd said it earlier but... she had to make it final. She went up to his room to... she didn't even know. Confess? Apologize? Go through another round of torture?*
*But it didn't matter. When she knocked on the door there was no answer.*
"Chuck?" *She called. His valet was passing and she stopped him.*
"Have you any idea where Monsieur Charles is?" *She asked.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 19, 2009 22:42:14 GMT -5
"Mister Bass--" *the valet sighed as he hesitated.* "Is at an establishment that... Simply put, madame, he's currently at a brothel. But if anyone asks, you did not learn of that news from me."
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 19, 2009 22:45:49 GMT -5
*Something in the pit of her stomach dropped out. The rest of her insides twisted and it felt as if her heart was attempting to riverdance her spleen, and it was very possible she might throw up.*
*She should have known. She'd known from the beginning that she'd only get hurt, but some part of her... some small, idealistic corner of her heart had hoped. She'd been a fool.*
*She nodded to the valet.*
"I see. Thank you. Inform me when he returns."
*Her overwhelming urge to vomit had given way to numbness. Her face was pale and her expression blank as she moved off to her room.*
*She hadn't expected it to hurt this badly.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 19, 2009 22:55:46 GMT -5
*There was no news of him the entire night. All of morning passed by and still here hadn't returned. It wasn't until noon that his carriage rolled in front of the chateau. His valet hurried out and opened the door. Nothing. He actually had to step inside and drag him out.*
*Chuck was listless, barely even conscious. His clothes were a mess put on all wrong and he reeked of alcohol and hash. The valet was having a rather hard time trying to get him inside the chateau.*
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