Oh, good. They were staring out their zombie survival course with stealing from each other. He laughed anyway, though. There was plenty more where that came from. He had some in his pocket, some at home. It would take more then a hissy fit to stop him from getting high. Although the next time Serena tried that he was going to throw her damn purse over a roof, and see how happy she was about it.
Or her weave.
He checked his phone as they talked about Chuck texting Serena. Sure enough, he had a text from him, too. He sent a couple message back and forth, mumbling, “Fuck, Blair,” when he realized that he hadn't called her; he was only just beginning to realize how serious their situation was, and he was stoned, so he hadn't thought to call. He dialed her number; busy signal. No one had busy signals anymore; calls must not be going through. Texts seemed to be working, though, so he sent one.