302, Sunday evening

[gameknowsgame]

The move back into the dorms had been uneventful. Blair hadn't minded the cabins but there had been a certain lack of privacy. Also room for all of her things, which was just unacceptable

Comments

[my_tragic_past]

Kevin sauntered in with his single backpack of stuff and looked about. He hadn't been expecting a girl roommate.

Stepping back to recheck the number on the door, he asked, "Um, is this room 302?" As if the numbers were somehow lying to him.

[gameknowsgame]

Blair looked up. Boy. In the room. This had very bad odds for her.

"Yes, this is my room," Blair told him. "Which is 302. What are you doing in it?"

[my_tragic_past]

"Oh, ah..." He pulled out a small crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. "They told me I was in room 302 with some dude named," he squinted at his scribble, "Blain."

[gameknowsgame]

"Blair," she corrected him. "Blair Waldorf. Very much a girl, in case you needed the help in figuring that out. Clearly the office has made a mistake and your room is elsewhere."

Because Blair had already unpacked her stuff, so clearly the room was hers.