Fiction: Raise Your Glass, Chuck Bass (Request)
Title: Raise Your Glass, Chuck Bass (request)
Author: fadedpresence
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Characters/Pairing: Chuck/Blair
Prompt/Place: Prom
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 420 approx
Summary: It's prom night for the Upper East-Siders, though Chuck Bass is flying solo.
Note: A request for papered.
She’s looking stunning in her dress. But who is he kidding? Blair Waldorf always looks stunning. She could wear a dishcloth and still take his breath away. In fact… Blair Waldorf wearing only a dishcloth might be interesting…
He shakes his head with a sigh to himself, a soft grin playing on his lips. He takes a small shot of something, not bothering to ask the bartender what’s in it. It’s sickly sweet, with a bitter aftertaste. Much like Blair Waldorf, actually.
“Chuck Bass, flying solo on prom night…”
Chuck grins, raising his shot glass to the passer by. Asshole, he mutters as the person winds back into the crowd.
Why is he doing this to himself?
Because he’s a glutton for punishment, that’s why.
Chuck takes another shot, sitting - almost collapsing - onto a bar stool in defeat.
Blair and Nate are hand in hand, spinning effortlessly on the dance floor. No doubt they’ll be awarded Prom King and Queen. Roles they were born to play. Would he stick around to watch that as well?
Probably.
He watches Blair fan herself, a smile spread about her face as she swats a gloved hand in front of her eyes. She’s flushed, her cheeks rosy and her eyes bright as she says something to Nate. He nods and then Chuck realizes she’s approaching him, approaching the bar.
He sets the shot glass down on the marble counter and swivels around on the bar stool. She doesn’t even see him when she orders her drinks.
“Two, please,” she clarifies, a sharp nod asserting authority. The bartender raises a brow and gets to mixing her order.
Blair clicks her tongue and drums her silk covered fingers against the countertop. Patience has never been Blair Waldorf’s strong suit.
“Blair,” Chuck says, drawing out the word in a long drawl. She sees him and scoffs.
“Ugh,” she says, grimacing. “Have you been drooling over me all this time?”
“Drooling?” he scoffs. “Who said anything about drooling?”
Blair shoots him a withering look, before scooping up the two glasses that have just arrived for her and Nate. She tilts her head sideways with that trademark sarcastic smile, pushing away into the crowd.
“You look beautiful, by the way!” he calls, the music drowning out his words.
Blair pauses, turning towards him hesitantly. Her eyes meet his for a sheer moment, her expression blank and maybe a little touched. She soon realizes though, narrowing her eyes and scowling instead. Chuck smirks, raising his glass to her.
Yes, he is definitely drooling.
Author: fadedpresence
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Characters/Pairing: Chuck/Blair
Prompt/Place: Prom
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 420 approx
Summary: It's prom night for the Upper East-Siders, though Chuck Bass is flying solo.
Note: A request for papered.
She’s looking stunning in her dress. But who is he kidding? Blair Waldorf always looks stunning. She could wear a dishcloth and still take his breath away. In fact… Blair Waldorf wearing only a dishcloth might be interesting…
He shakes his head with a sigh to himself, a soft grin playing on his lips. He takes a small shot of something, not bothering to ask the bartender what’s in it. It’s sickly sweet, with a bitter aftertaste. Much like Blair Waldorf, actually.
“Chuck Bass, flying solo on prom night…”
Chuck grins, raising his shot glass to the passer by. Asshole, he mutters as the person winds back into the crowd.
Why is he doing this to himself?
Because he’s a glutton for punishment, that’s why.
Chuck takes another shot, sitting - almost collapsing - onto a bar stool in defeat.
Blair and Nate are hand in hand, spinning effortlessly on the dance floor. No doubt they’ll be awarded Prom King and Queen. Roles they were born to play. Would he stick around to watch that as well?
Probably.
He watches Blair fan herself, a smile spread about her face as she swats a gloved hand in front of her eyes. She’s flushed, her cheeks rosy and her eyes bright as she says something to Nate. He nods and then Chuck realizes she’s approaching him, approaching the bar.
He sets the shot glass down on the marble counter and swivels around on the bar stool. She doesn’t even see him when she orders her drinks.
“Two, please,” she clarifies, a sharp nod asserting authority. The bartender raises a brow and gets to mixing her order.
Blair clicks her tongue and drums her silk covered fingers against the countertop. Patience has never been Blair Waldorf’s strong suit.
“Blair,” Chuck says, drawing out the word in a long drawl. She sees him and scoffs.
“Ugh,” she says, grimacing. “Have you been drooling over me all this time?”
“Drooling?” he scoffs. “Who said anything about drooling?”
Blair shoots him a withering look, before scooping up the two glasses that have just arrived for her and Nate. She tilts her head sideways with that trademark sarcastic smile, pushing away into the crowd.
“You look beautiful, by the way!” he calls, the music drowning out his words.
Blair pauses, turning towards him hesitantly. Her eyes meet his for a sheer moment, her expression blank and maybe a little touched. She soon realizes though, narrowing her eyes and scowling instead. Chuck smirks, raising his glass to her.
Yes, he is definitely drooling.