LBJ Cabin - Alcove A2 - Saturday Morning
For some it might have been a little early to be drinking scotch and staring broodily at the wall. It was early, even by Chuck Bass standards, but today was special. It was his birthday and, due to that, the same day his mother died. It wasn't exactly an easy thing to forget or to not make a big deal of. If by some miracle he had managed that, he would always have the inevitable phone call from his father to remind him. One thing Chuck could say about Bart, he never did forget dates. He also never forgot to add in a seemingly innocent statement or two about Chuck's mother that would make Chuck feel guilty all over again. Chuck knew he did it on purpose. Chuck took away his wife and Bart got revenge by making his son feel like a murderer.
Chuck's eyes trailed over to his dresser drawer where the framed picture of his mother was sitting and frowned. The fact that he brought it from the dorms to put in the cabin was a testament to his own masochistic streak. Maybe deep down he liked feeling this guilty. Well, not liked it per se, but felt it was deserved. Who knows, maybe he did kill her. His actions since then certainly haven't helped defend his innocence.
He knew he was going to feel better later in the day for his party. Really feel better and not just faking it for the sake of Blair and Eric. It was his birthday after all and that meant everybody had to pay attention to him and, really, that's always what Chuck wanted. Right now though he was going to sit and think. And drink few more glasses of scotch because, you know, that actually helped things. Really.
[For that floppy haired Winchester if you please. That Chuck's brooding is fine for broadcast but what about specifically is NFB]
Chuck's eyes trailed over to his dresser drawer where the framed picture of his mother was sitting and frowned. The fact that he brought it from the dorms to put in the cabin was a testament to his own masochistic streak. Maybe deep down he liked feeling this guilty. Well, not liked it per se, but felt it was deserved. Who knows, maybe he did kill her. His actions since then certainly haven't helped defend his innocence.
He knew he was going to feel better later in the day for his party. Really feel better and not just faking it for the sake of Blair and Eric. It was his birthday after all and that meant everybody had to pay attention to him and, really, that's always what Chuck wanted. Right now though he was going to sit and think. And drink few more glasses of scotch because, you know, that actually helped things. Really.
[For that floppy haired Winchester if you please. That Chuck's brooding is fine for broadcast but what about specifically is NFB]