[February 15th, the Catscratch Club]

[turnthebadinme]

Spotted: Nate Archibald, birthday boy extraordinaire. When in doubt, it's been said, turn to the local strip club. It may not exactly be tea and cupcakes or dinner at Socialista, but with the alcohol flowing and friends around, who cares? I'm sorry, was that sappy? Call me nostalgic, but put these Upper East Siders in a club and I just know all my

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[turnthebadinme]

A lot had changed since the last party Serena had helped orchestrate. Blair's birthday had been a success socially. Looking back, it seemed to her that all the trouble had started there, even if she knew that wasn't true. It had all started to unravel earlier than that. The argument with Dan, though, had only been the first stepping stone. The fight between all of them, the weeks of silence, the disappearance of some of her closest friends - after that, it all tangled together. This was the first party without Lyla, the first without Octavia or Dan. Writing out the guest list, she'd itched to add their names only to realize all over again there was no point.

She did her best to focus her attention on keeping the party running smoothly instead. Her new wardrobe had provided the perfect dress for the occasion and Christian Lacroix heels to match, and she took refuge in the good cheer a good outfit could provide - not to mention a couple of drinks. It was a party, after all, and she was surrounded mostly by friends. This once, it couldn't hurt.