Blair Waldorf / Gossip Girl / M'ways

[mmausten]

Spotted: Blair Waldorf, alone and looking very confused, in a bar that to its credit, isn't exactly on the Upper East Side.

"Dorota! Would you be a dear and tell me exactly where we are?!" she snaps, turning around to find no door and a distinct lack of her maid. A look of determination and mild disgust appears on her face, and she steps

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[coulddo_nowrong]

Nearby is a handsome young man - a college sophomore at Harvard, to be precise - eyeing her with interest.

New people are fun. Especially when they're pretty girls.

"Are you lost?"

[bossofallofus]

Blair's first instinct is to deny everything.

"Of course not," she replies, slightly lying.

[coulddo_nowrong]

Brightly: "Oh, you've been here before, then."

He does not hide the fact that he knows she's lying. He does, however, smile conspiratorially over it, letting her know that he has no interest in embarrassing her.

At the moment.

[bossofallofus]

Her lips purse slightly into the thinnest of smirks. It's so thin it could almost be a smile. Almost.

"Well, not exactly," Blair admits. "It's possible I may have passed by a time or two."

She's lying about that, too. Under normal circumstances, Blair Waldorf wouldn't be caught dead in a place like this.

[serena_rising]

The last person Serena expects to see when she walks in to the coffee shop is Blair Waldorf.

What possible reason would Blair have to be in Connecticut?

Then Serena realizes that she's not in Connecticut. She's in a bar. Somewhere.

Did she get drunk and forget where she was? Is this an alcohol-induced hallucination? She has no idea.

"B? What are you doing here?"

[bossofallofus]

Blair hasn't seen Serena in, well... she had left town rather abruptly.

But she knows how to properly greet a long-lost friend: slap a smile on your face and lie through your teeth.

"S. I knew I should've turned left on Lexington instead or right. This isn't Connecticut, I'm guessing."

[serena_rising]

"No, it's definitely not Connecticut," Serena agrees.

She knows the rules as well and plasters an equally fake smile on her face, pushing away the twinges of guilt over her tryst with Nate.

"It's also not the coffee shop I thought I was patronizing."

[bossofallofus]

"Making a run for your usual low-fat low-foam?" Blair asks. It's been a while since she's seen her, but she remembers those little details.

Another pause, and she sighs quietly.

"You look good, S."

[because_im]

In a vaguely sinister way, the young man who looks like he's been here a thousand times swivels around on his seat.

"Well, well," he says slowly, swirling his glass. "Look who's decided to drop in."

[bossofallofus]

Blair resists the incredibly strong urge to upchuck. (Pun intended.)

"Hello, Charles," she replies coldly.

[because_im]

Oh, now, now, B. Chuck will be on his best behaviour.

Really.

"Care for a drink?" A slow, knowing smirk crosses his features. "My treat."

[bossofallofus]

Blair has a very hard time believing that.

"Out of all the seedier places in New York City," she murmurs, "I had to walk into this one."

[pi_wakawaka]

Tiwa is a little ways down the Bar and grins at Blair,

"Why should it be cleaner? Fine how it is."

She will never be anyone's idea of terribly fashionable since she's too casual but there are a few beads braided in her hair as she smirks.

(OOC: Could resist, yay GG!)

[bossofallofus]

"If by fine you mean filthy, then yes, I suppose it's fine and dandy," Blair answers, none too politely.

[pi_wakawaka]

"Nah, its not filthy, couple of guys after playing rugby are filthy, this is character."

[bossofallofus]

"You certainly have an interesting way of defining things," she says, looking down the bar.