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Post by Blair Waldorf on Jan 7, 2010 17:46:02 GMT -5
Blair, in her state, could barely speak when she caught sight of him. Then said state of inebriation gave her the courage (or perhaps stupidity) to sneer, "Chuck Bass? Back in New York?" Except she sneered only to keep from crying, and her s's were slurred, and New York sounded a little too much like 'N'york'. Some hurts didn't heal, and the one he'd inflicted certainly hadn't.
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 7, 2010 17:52:14 GMT -5
Although nearly incoherent, Chuck recognized the timbre of her voice instantly. He turned to her then to the bartender who along with a slightly worried expression held up five fingers.
"Blair," he said almost under his breath.
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Post by Blair Waldorf on Jan 7, 2010 17:55:53 GMT -5
"Js'go 'way. 'S'what y'r best at," she said angrily.
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 7, 2010 17:59:01 GMT -5
He quickly excused himself from his friend and walked over to her.
"What are you doing?" he whispered harshly. People were starting to stare and that was the last thing he wanted for either of them.
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Post by Blair Waldorf on Jan 7, 2010 18:01:30 GMT -5
"Oh, drowning my sorrows. Y'sh'd know, y've done it enough."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 7, 2010 18:04:21 GMT -5
"I never did five gin martinis in a party like this."
It was true. Maybe six and beyond but never five if he remembered correctly.
"Who are you here with?" he asked, glancing about him. They weren't only starting to look but also whisper.
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Post by Blair Waldorf on Jan 7, 2010 18:05:55 GMT -5
"I told you t'go away."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 7, 2010 18:11:53 GMT -5
"Quiet down," he insisted.
Oh great. The hostess was eying them with a rather perturbed expression on her face. After a second or two of debate, he took Blair by the arm and pulled her in the direction of the door. Leaving was smarter than waiting to be thrown out.
"Come on. I'm driving you home."
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Post by Blair Waldorf on Jan 7, 2010 18:12:47 GMT -5
She yanked her arm away, teetering a little but regaining her balance quickly.
"Don't touch me!" She spat, glaring murderously, but there was a desperation in her voice.
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 7, 2010 18:18:26 GMT -5
Chuck let go.
"Mrs. Hawkins over there has been staring at you since I came over here. You know who she is. If she throws you out, not even Serena's connections are going to get you into these parties. Calm down and leave with me."
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Post by Blair Waldorf on Jan 7, 2010 18:21:01 GMT -5
" 'f I leave, I leave of my own accord." She said fiercely, and stalked away from him, towards the door.
Then she remembered that her driver had the night off, because she'd come here with Serena. There were no cabs around.
She sat down on the curb, not even caring about her very expensive dress, and put her head in her hands.
Fuck.
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 7, 2010 21:21:37 GMT -5
A minute later, Chuck's limousine pulled up just a few feet away from her and his driver got out and held open the door.
"Get in, Blair. I'll drop you off," Chuck said with a sigh.
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Post by Blair Waldorf on Jan 7, 2010 21:23:46 GMT -5
She looked up, and though her eyes were rimmed in red, she wasn't crying. She was just really, really close.
"Why would I get into a car with someone I can't stand?"
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 7, 2010 21:31:04 GMT -5
"Because you're drunk," he replied bluntly, pretending like that was the only reason.
He couldn't keep looking at her. The guilt threatened to be all-consuming.
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Post by Blair Waldorf on Jan 7, 2010 21:32:20 GMT -5
"I hate you; don't touch me." She said flatly, rolling her eyes and climbing into the car with only a little bit of difficulty.
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