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[filmstarbeauty]

When it came to objects in space and questions of what did and did not belong to her, Blair Waldorf lived by a very reasonable rule. If she wanted it, she went for it and if she didn't want it then it better move out of her way

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[turnthebadinme]

Serena swept through the kitchen, entering in search of something to drink and changing direction when she spotted Blair. Dropping a hand on Blair's shoulder, she grinned at her before glancing at the scattered papers.

"What's this for?" she asked, head topping to the side. Wanting a closer look, she slid into one of Blair's conquered chairs. "Are you trying to bury yourself in paper?" They'd been thinking about a couple party ideas, but Serena had been focusing on school instead of parties the last few weeks and had lost track to the point where she wasn't sure if this was something she'd even heard of.

[turnthebadinme]

[turnthebadinme]

"School ends tomorrow, B," Serena said. It didn't feel at all strange anymore to think of island school in the same way she might once have considered Constance, except that it was much better. "Seems a little late to start planning."

Then again, she had to admit, if anyone could pull it together at the last minute, it was them. They were seniors now, on a technicality. They were kind of due a prom.

[filmstarbeauty]

Dismissively, Blair waved a hand. Time was a totally relatively sort of thing. Besides it wasn't like she hadn't thrown things together with much more to lose.

"You say that like we haven't scraped together a party before. Time is but a detail."

[of_badfaith]

Waltzing into the kitchen with his nose in the air, Draco made himself a cup of coffee without even a passing glance to the girl and her boldly claimed territory. The coffee maker was just about the only thing he could work in that damned kitchen without utter disaster.

On his way to the table, he snatched up a banana, blowing steam from his cup, and then abruptly skidded to a halt. "You're in my chair," he said.

He'd laid claim on that very chair last week.

[filmstarbeauty]

Oh well that's unfortunate. The interruption, not the fact that she was apparently sitting in a chair that belonged to someone else. There hadn't been any glaringly obvious signs when she sat down, so her sitting there probably wasn't that much of a big deal.

Unless this guy was one of those wash-your-hands-a-billion-times sort of freaks. Arching her eyebrow, she looked up at him. "Get over it. There are other chairs."

[of_badfaith]

"You're right," he said with false, biting cheer, "And you're perfectly capable of moving into one of them."

It didn't seem to phase him at all that she was beautiful and looking at him as though he was something she'd just scraped off the bottom of her shoe. He was looking at her in the same way, of course.

[filmstarbeauty]

"Um...No." She made the false pretense of seriously considering that option. Hadn't he ever heard of the saying 'first come, first served?' Sure that never really meant much because fashionably late played in, but whatever.

"See a therapist if you're that committed to a chair. I was here first."

[thewordofweb]

"Blair, my dear, my darling Blair," I drone as I enter the room and extend the mug to her, turning pleading eyes on her and trying not to let my nose grow too clogged with phlegm, yet another cold coming slowly on. "If you give me tea, I will give you sexual favors, really."

[filmstarbeauty]

Wrinkling her nose and arching an eyebrow at the offer, Blair set her own mug down on the table before turning to face Kenyon nonetheless. Sighing dramatically when she saw the sorry state of him, she shook her head. "I'll get you tea, but pass on the rest. That's why you have a boyfriend."

[thewordofweb]

"Yes, I know, and we shall never be as such," I say just as dramatically as that little sigh of hers. I slump down into a chair and crane my head to one side to look at her. "What about blackmail favors? I'm pretty sure you can never have too many of those?"

[filmstarbeauty]

Standing up, she walked over to the sink grabbing the kettle as she did so. Filling it up with water Blair was more than a bit amused by the fact that Dorota would be so proud of the fact that she not only could make tea, but that she was actually doing so.

Having started it, she leaned against the counter. "Hmm. Give me some time to think on that? I'll get back to you. So what's with the cold? It was winter for like a day."

[drop_dead_fred]

"I know that face," said Fred, deadpanning a face of mock dread as he stopped dramatically in the door to the kitchen, hands splayed against either side of the doorframe as if he were trying to hold himself back from entering. "There is something dangerous going on in here-- is it safe to come in? I solemnly swear I only wanted a snack." He was gratified by her expression as she looked up at him; it wasn't nearly as annoyed as most people's might have been after that speech. He supposed maybe knowing he had won her in the auction might be influencing her to be more tolerant, but as even he didn't yet know what he wanted to do with their day together, it wasn't as if it were a threat. Not yet, anyway.

[filmstarbeauty]

A smirk supplanted the minor scowl that had been there just moments before. Turning to face the doorway, she gestured that it was indeed safe to enter. There were a list of people she would have thrown the mug at if they had started talking to her like that. Surprisingly, Fred wasn't one of them.

"Yes, yes. Of course you can. I'm not in the mood to bite today. I'm only thinking."

[drop_dead_fred]

"Well, it's my lucky day then," he replied, dropping his hands from the doorframe and clapping them together once as he entered the room, giving both Blair and her project a wide berth. He didn't want to push his luck too far, after all. He pulled the icebox door open and laid his nose against the side of it, searching out a snack with one eye and watching her with the other. "Dare I ask what scheme of island domination you're hatching today?"

[filmstarbeauty]

"It's hardly domination."

Though it could be. It needed a better type of motivation than just being fun and pretty and what not. At least it'd be something to do. Flipping over a page, she turned to face Fred and the refrigerator. "I'm planning a prom. Since classes are ending for the term and all of that."