The door to the black town car opened at the small 5’4” brunette stepped out. After being stood up by Chuck Bass in France, Blair had decided to hunt him down. He was not at the house, he was not responding to her phone calls or her texts. The brunette was becoming impatient. For the entire week she had gone around searching for him, unsure of where he was. Secretly, she was hoping to catch him with another girl so she could get all pissed off in public and cause a seen. So far, luck was not on her side.

Blair’s heeled feet touched the pavement as she walked up to the doors of Victrola, the club owned by the infamous Chuck Bass. She was hoping that maybe he would be in there, seeing as it was his family’s club. If not, than she would just enjoy herself alone for a bit, drinking and dancing with whoever happened to look her way.

As she entered, Chuck’s face was obviously no where to be seen. With a sigh, she made her way up to the bar, plopping her purse down on the counter and turning to the bartender. “A Cosmo,” she told him, without even waiting for him to ask her what she wanted.

Blair was bored. Her Cosmo arrived and she tipped the glass towards the bartender in thanks before taking a sip. It was perfect—not to strong but not to weak either. Blair liked to taste her liquor, not cringe at it. Another sigh escaped her lips as she turned around on the stool, searching for the boy who had completely skipped out on their trip to France.

No one..still.

This girl was not one to be messed with, and Chuck knew that. He knew the type of girl Blair was and he knew that when she was pissed, she WILL get revenge. Mister Chuck Bass was going to be put through hell the moment Blair got to him.

Blair?

He stomach lept as she turned to see her ex boyfriend [aka the leading man of her Audrey Hepburn fantasies] Nate Archibald, leaning against the counter top looking completely blurry eyed. “You’re wasted,” she said flatly, her eyes looking him up and down. Still as handsome as ever. “What are you doing? I thought Mr. Nathaniel Archibald was spending his summer up in the Hamptons.”

Blair took another sip of her Cosmo, her eyes staring at the glossy stain her lip gloss left at the edge of the glass. Ew. She reached for a napkin and wiped it away. It looked weird on the glass. Blair continued to wait for a reply from Nate, who just received probably his 7th drink of the night from the bartender. Nate always was quite the drinker when he was out with his friends.

The parties are always better up here

True. Blair couldn’t deny that. The Hamptons was fin, but most of the time it was infested with old married couples. Not exactly fun for the teens, you know? When he asked if she was alone, she placed her glass on the counter top and smiled. “Seems like it. Why?” she asked. She knew he wasn’t.

[i]Blair finished off her drink and placed the empty glass of the countertop. One side of her mind was telling her o order another, but the other was telling her not to. She didn’t want to be drunk if Chuck was to suddenly show up. No, she wanted to be sober when she had her fiery encounter with him. He wouldn’t take a word she says seriously otherwise. Not that he took her seriously, anyway. He stood her up after all. That was the first time Blair had been hurt since losing Nate.

“What about you? Why are you over here if all your friends are over there?” she asked him, raising a freshly waxed eyebrow. He finished off his drink and ordered yet another. “You’re drunk enough, Nate,” she stated, watching as the bartender handed him what, could have been, his 7th drink.

Surprisingly enough, Nate actually stopped drinking when she had said he was drunk enough. Blair was slightly caught off guard. He hadn’t given a damn about what she thought about his drinking habits since the two had broken up. She was mightily surprised in him. Blair raised a thin eyebrow at her ex boyfriend, a small smile tugging at her features.

Could it be possible that Nate could still, maybe, have feelings for her? Was it possible that, despite everything that had happened, he may still want her? Only one way to find out and that was to get him drunk. Well, more drunk than he was already. Yeah, ti was wrong, but it was the only way she was sure she would get the truth.

Her manicured hand reached for the glass he had pushed away and she placed it in front of him again. “Then again,” she said with a smile. “A few more drinks never hurt anyone.” She called the bartender and ordered a few shots of vodka. She might as well pretend to get drunk so he would too. It was the only solution. “I’m glad you decided to come over here, then,” she told when he said that he wanted to be over here.

What she was doing was absolutely wrong. Couldn’t you go to jail for intoxicating a person purposely? Then again, Nate was already drunk out of his mind. Like she had said before, a few more drinks never hurt anyone. Unless you passed out..or got in a car crash. But let’s not think about that, okay?

The bartended came over with the shots of vodka Blair had asked for a she game him a small smile. “Drink up, Mr. Archibald,” she told him, raising her shot glass I the air before downing the strong drink. I'm glad I came over here too Another smile curled her lips and she placed her empty hand atop his. “I’m glad to hear that,” she told him, her brown eyes looking over at his group of friends. “They don’t seem like they need you anymore anyway. I can use the company more.”

{{blech..suckyyyy}}