As far as days go, this one actually has been kind of good. Her hair's looking really cute, her curls not out of control due to humidity or anything and sure she's kind of dressed like Mary Ann from Gilligan's Island, but it's cute. In that retro-chic Gidget sort of way.
She's even smiling. Somewhere, someone kind of important, like Dante or Yves St Laurent, just rolled over in pretentious grave. That was, until she stopped, kitten heeled in the middle of the Compound, slack-jawed and stared at the figure in the hallway, shaking her head. "Oh no, no way. You're not here. I must have eaten some bad pie."
It just happened to a pretty big detail at that, and she lifted herself up on the balls of her feet, nodding slightly at him, resting her fingers on his shoulders.
"I know all your dirty little secrets. And I know how this place works. I could still take you down in a heartbeat, Island or no."
"What you're failing to take into account, Blair, is that I am your dirty little secret. And if that's not enough, I'm sure I could make up some very convincing ones that would ruin whatever mini-social empire you're building here." He was a little uncomfortable with how close that came to the truth, actually, and so he diverted.
"Besides, isn't 'what you don't know won't hurt you' one of your mottos? And before you get your panties in a twist, it's not about you, it's about Serena. Some of the stuff that's gone on..." He shrugged. "Well, I'm pretty sure that she wouldn't rather hear about it from me."
"Except the only person it would be a secret from is Serena, and she already knows all the vomit inducing details." The smile on her face now turned a bit more steely as she dug her nails into his shoulders.
"If you blackmail S, I swear to God, I will get a Texas football player or two to tie you to a fence and have dinosaurs eat your legs and stomach, okay? You're not allowed to do anything to her. I can handle your garbage, but she's off limits."
"Down, kitty," he raised his palms toward her in a placating gesture. "I'm not talking about blackmail or anything of the kind; what does Serena have that I want, anyway? If you must know, before the end of the semester, Georgina Sparks came back to town. It wasn't fun for any of us but Serena by far got the worst of it. All I am saying is that I'm sure I'm not the right person to break it to her. Promise." There. That should be enough to distract her while he figured out how to best use this situation to his advantage.
Releasing her grip on his shoulders just a tiny bit, she grimaced, almost a full out Elvis impression. "Ew, Georgie."
That girl had bad new crazy bitch written on her in even bigger ink than Blair did. And that was saying something. "I'm that that is all it is. You didn't sleep with her or something to distract her did you? Because otherwise we're taking you to the ocean and hosing you down right now."
"Please." The disgust on Chuck's face definitely spoke for itself. "Once was definitely enough as far as that bitch is concerned. Actually, you and I took her down pretty spectacularly. Got her shipped off to a 'boot camp for troubled teens.'" Chuck looked down at Blair and smirked, settling his hands on her waist. "Turns out we make a pretty good team - but then, you'd already know that..."
"Pity I missed the entire thing." With a half-hearted nostalgic sigh reminiscent of Audrey at her best, and tilt of her head as she smirked, Blair nodded. "That would be true. I'm going to hate myself a bit for admitting this, but I might have missed you, Chuck Bass. But it could be that the sun has gone to my head."
"That's probably the sweetest thing you've ever said to me," he said, looking down at her. "Who are you and what have you done with the real Blair Waldorf?"
"Probably, which is why you should shut up before I let the gay commandos strip tie you and make you run laps," she said with a smile. "And then they'll make you go fishing. Without drinks included."
"And I'm assuming sans the luxury skiff. Or even a thank-you in the morning," Chuck winced. "No thanks."
"So is this where you stay, or do you and Serena have one of those oh-so-'quaint' Land of the Lost style huts I saw out there when I arrived?" Chuck asked, knowing full well what the answer would be. Trying to separate Blair from a/c in this kind of climate was asking for a Manolo spike through the temple.
"We've got our own suite. Like we're staying in a hut. Have you seen the size of the mosquitos out there? They could eat a small child."
And they probably have. Blair doubted the record keeping abilities of this place sometimes. "Generic everything aside, as well as the industrial decor, our room is within walking distance of some very helpful young men."
"How helpful?" He raised his eyebrows, hoping that it didn't come off more earnest than he meant it. "I'm only worried about your health, Blair - you don't know where these people have been."
"Don't worry, until now I'm certain this place has never even seen an STD."
Which for all she'd heard the doctors bitch and complain about nothing to do, a good old fashioned break out of the clap would shut them them up really fast. She smiled. "Lucky for them, you're here."
"I always said I'd donate my body to science," Chuck said, leaning back against the wall. "Might as well start now; just point me towards a willing test subject." He scanned the hallway. One thing this place did have going for it was that the women were all definitely above average.
Blair rolled her eyes, disgust clearly evident on her face as she dropped her hands back to her side. "Well, don't let me stop you. Be sure to let me know when you've got someone infected, so I can stay on the other side of the island."
She's even smiling. Somewhere, someone kind of important, like Dante or Yves St Laurent, just rolled over in pretentious grave. That was, until she stopped, kitten heeled in the middle of the Compound, slack-jawed and stared at the figure in the hallway, shaking her head. "Oh no, no way. You're not here. I must have eaten some bad pie."
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It just happened to a pretty big detail at that, and she lifted herself up on the balls of her feet, nodding slightly at him, resting her fingers on his shoulders.
"I know all your dirty little secrets. And I know how this place works. I could still take you down in a heartbeat, Island or no."
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"Besides, isn't 'what you don't know won't hurt you' one of your mottos? And before you get your panties in a twist, it's not about you, it's about Serena. Some of the stuff that's gone on..." He shrugged. "Well, I'm pretty sure that she wouldn't rather hear about it from me."
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"If you blackmail S, I swear to God, I will get a Texas football player or two to tie you to a fence and have dinosaurs eat your legs and stomach, okay? You're not allowed to do anything to her. I can handle your garbage, but she's off limits."
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That girl had bad new crazy bitch written on her in even bigger ink than Blair did. And that was saying something. "I'm that that is all it is. You didn't sleep with her or something to distract her did you? Because otherwise we're taking you to the ocean and hosing you down right now."
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"That's probably the sweetest thing you've ever said to me," he said, looking down at her. "Who are you and what have you done with the real Blair Waldorf?"
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"So is this where you stay, or do you and Serena have one of those oh-so-'quaint' Land of the Lost style huts I saw out there when I arrived?" Chuck asked, knowing full well what the answer would be. Trying to separate Blair from a/c in this kind of climate was asking for a Manolo spike through the temple.
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And they probably have. Blair doubted the record keeping abilities of this place sometimes. "Generic everything aside, as well as the industrial decor, our room is within walking distance of some very helpful young men."
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Which for all she'd heard the doctors bitch and complain about nothing to do, a good old fashioned break out of the clap would shut them them up really fast. She smiled. "Lucky for them, you're here."
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Blair rolled her eyes, disgust clearly evident on her face as she dropped her hands back to her side. "Well, don't let me stop you. Be sure to let me know when you've got someone infected, so I can stay on the other side of the island."
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