![]() ![]() “I’m drunk,” he told her, “Leave me alone.”īlair laughed, and they both sat silently for approximately thirteen seconds, and then, “tell me, Chuckles,” she began, with emphasis on the last word. Chuck rearranged himself on her bed, finding himself spread-eagle over the front edge. “That’s what you think,” Chuck retorted, “I could have you so bad, so bad that…” unable to find a suitable response, he trailed off aimlessly mid-sentence. “False, Chuck-O,” Blair slurred mockingly. “Irrelevant,” he said, “I could have any girl-any woman-on this planet.” “If you could spend twenty-four hours with anyone on the planet-a girl, I mean-who would you have tied to the bedpost?” She raised her eyebrows in what was supposed to a suggestive fashion. Luckily for him, she was too inebriated to notice, much less muster up enough energy to care. “Curious about what, exactly?” He flipped over onto his back, messing up the previously the immaculate perfection of Blair’s bed, folding covers and indenting pillows. “Are you now?” Charles Bass replied, voice muffled from the fabric his face was pressed up against. “Okay,” she said, in-between giggles and sips of cognac, “Okay. Chestnut songs of love and empowerment filled the room.īlair Waldorf was sprawled out on the aforementioned carpeting, red tights bunching at the knees, school uniform skirt wrinkled and out-of-place. Lights were low and the two remaining occupants had changed the XM radio several times, finally resting on an old R&B station. By the time eleven forty-five rolled around the night before Thanksgiving break of sophomore year, the floor was littered with napkins, cups and empty bottles.
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