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Post by Adrienne on Jan 19, 2009 22:59:33 GMT -5
*By some act of God, her father was still out. He'd been called to Paris on business for a few days.*
*Adrienne had spent all night angry at him. Even as she slept she'd been angry... but that morning, the anger had morphed into numbness. Whatever it was her heart was attempting to feel, she rejected--it was better this way.*
*That was how she could help drag Chuck inside without punching him in the face first. It was how she managed to keep a cool head as she half-dragged him to the bathroom, where she promptly stuck his head under the faucet and turned the knob for cold.*
*She turned to his valet.* "I can handle it from here. Thank you for bringing him back."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 20, 2009 17:52:54 GMT -5
*The valet nodded and left.*
*Chuck on the other hand was rudely awakened by the ice-cold water. Everything was out of focus and far too bright.*
"Jesus--" *he hissed, pushing her away with a considerable amount of force.*
*Still completely out of it, he tried to block the water from the faucet but only sent water spraying everywhere. Even wet, he smelled of hash, alcohol and probably four different kinds of perfumes all at the once.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 20, 2009 17:54:49 GMT -5
*Sober, he would have overpowered her. As it was, his efforts weren't exactly coordinated. She put a hand on the back of his neck, pressing down on a pressure point to make him keep his head under the running water. When she let up, it was only to pull him back and throw a towel at his head.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 20, 2009 18:08:35 GMT -5
*With a string of slurred profanities coming out of his mouth, he ripped the towel off his head and collapsed onto the bathroom floor. He was still conscious but not enough to get up.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 20, 2009 19:18:44 GMT -5
*Rolling her eyes, she grabbed him under the arms, managing to drag him down the hall and (mostly) onto his bed. She unbuttoned his vest, which it seemed was inside-out and missing two buttons, took off his shoes and socks and left him there, all without saying a word.*
*There she left him, unwilling to be around him any longer.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 20, 2009 19:34:53 GMT -5
*Somewhere between the perpetual feeling of getting spun around in a centrifuge and hazy memories of the night before, Chuck fell asleep. When he came to the next morning, he found himself on the floor, feeling very sick and without any memory of how he got back to his room. Groaning, he dragged himself into the bathroom, popped a few pills and got cleaned up.*
*When he came out of his room, aside from a busted lip, he looked as if nothing had happened.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 20, 2009 19:38:06 GMT -5
*Without Enjolras, the house was quiet save for the delicate clinking of silverware downstairs, where Adrienne was eating breakfast, the rustle of Rose's skirts as she lit the fires, and the birds outside.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 20, 2009 19:49:21 GMT -5
*For some reason, he valet was no where to be found so he went looking for the maid. He walked casually into the room with his vest in his hands. His gait was as confident as ever as he walked right past Adrienne. Completely shameless and not caring. Why should he feel the slightest tinge of guilt anyways?*
"Rose, would you be a doll and replace the buttons on my vest? They seem to have fallen off," *he requested, this tone smooth.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 20, 2009 19:52:29 GMT -5
*Rose took the vest and looked at it, making her left hand (and the wedding band on it) apparent. Her husband, Michel, worked in the stables and around the property, and was quite muscled and large. She was used to the way Chuck talked by now, but it never hurt to remind someone what the limits were.*
*Looking back up to Chuck, she nodded. She gestured to the incomplete row and her eyes questioned--as if to say "all of them?"*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 20, 2009 20:01:56 GMT -5
*Chuck grinned to himself as she showed him her wedding band. As if that would stop him if he actually had his mind set on it but... he wasn't interested.*
"While I'm a fan of variety," *yes, that too sounded like an innuendo.* "I can't say the same for my buttons. So, if you would, I'd be eternally grateful."
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 20, 2009 20:06:48 GMT -5
*She nodded, bobbing a quick curtsey and bustling away, leaving Adrienne and Chuck alone.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 20, 2009 20:13:31 GMT -5
*Staying where he was, he turned to Adrienne, figuring that saying nothing would be an automatic confession of guilt.*
"Good morning," *he said as any other person would greet someone at breakfast.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 20, 2009 20:15:11 GMT -5
*She nodded in his direction.* "Good morning."
*But it wasn't her usual pleasant tone... today, her voice was cold and devoid of any feeling. Really it was a miracle she was speaking to him, but she'd figured the silent treatment was a little bit immature.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 20, 2009 20:22:44 GMT -5
*Unseen, his cocky demeanor was replaced with something that resembled hurt for a moment. But it was gone just as quickly as it came.*
"Sleep well?"
*He didn't even know why the hell he was still in the room.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 20, 2009 20:26:43 GMT -5
*She tilted her newspaper down and fixed him with a withering stare. It wasn't a glare, precisely, but it was a warning. Her face remained calm.. but her eyes burned. She didn't speak... she didn't know why the hell he was still in there either, and made it clear.*
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