Blair Waldorf / Gossip Girl / M'ways

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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?"

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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.

[coulddo_nowrong]

"Of course," Reed smiles. "People do, sometimes. This is Milliways." He gestures rather grandly, encompassing the whole of Milliways. Including the Observation Window. "The restaurant at the end of the universe."

[bossofallofus]

Blair looks. And stops. And looks again.

"Pardon?" she says brightly, wondering if she's heard him correctly at all. He looks intelligent enough, but sometimes that can be misleading.

[coulddo_nowrong]

This is why Reed tends not to do the Milliways introductions. Getting people to believe in where they are is so - annoying.

His friendly expression doesn't slip, though.

"Yes, I know, it takes a bit of getting used to," he says. "Bar, can we have a drink for - I'm sorry, what was your name?"

[bossofallofus]

"Oh, I really shouldn't," Blair says, beginning to protest, but he seems so insistent. It'd be a shame to decline.

With a smile, she offers a gloved hand.

"Blair Waldorf. It's truly a pleasure."

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"The pleasure is all mine, Miss Waldorf," Reed says, taking her hand and holding it lightly for a moment before letting go. "I'm Reed Chandler, currently of Boston. Harvard, to be exact."

His favorite thing about Harvard is that it really impresses girls. And Blair looks about the age to be extra impressed.

[bossofallofus]

And impressed she is. It's certainly one thing to meet a charming young man in a seedy bar. But one coming out of Ivy League?

Blair's feeling a little better about her current situation.

"I hope you won't hold it against me, but my sights are set on Yale."

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Reed feigns a look of terrible disappointment.

"I don't suppose you'll give me a chance to change your mind?" he asks.

He may not precisely listen to the lectures he attends, or exactly do his schoolwork - that's Grahame's job, having a brilliant brother is finally coming in handy - but he can talk Harvard up with the best of them. Or fake it well enough, at least.

[bossofallofus]

"It isn't likely," she answers. "Generations of Waldorfs have attended Yale, and it would be terrible if I allowed myself to be swayed by a near-stranger that I happened to stumble upon in a bar."

A bar that doesn't even exist in New York, if what he's saying is true.

[coulddo_nowrong]

"Of course," Reed says. "I understand. Mustn't disappoint your family."

He understands that very well.

Also, it saves him the trouble of the Harvard spiel. He appreciates this.

"I'll still buy you that drink, though. What would you like?"

[bossofallofus]

She proceeds to remove one of her gloves, holding onto it in her bare hand.

"I think I'll just take a mimosa," Blair decides. It's still technically morning for her.

[coulddo_nowrong]

The drink appears on the Bar.

Well. A glass of orange liquid appears on the Bar. Whether Bar is opting to serve a proper mimosa to a minor is up to Blair's mun yet to be determined.

[bossofallofus]

Interestingly, Blair's canon has never had an issue with bars serving her alcohol, but this Bar is a different story.

She takes a sip, finding it to be simply orange juice, but manners prevent her from sending it back.