It was all surreal. How many times had she been at this bar decked out with her perfect little outfits, perfect curls, and perfect fake smiles? Blair wandered like a lost soul now, her skirt still torn and bloodstained in places. Even her normally immaculate chignon had fallen, and her makeshift ponytail was utterly unBlair-like. It was the sort of casual, thrown together style Serena would wear and promptly start a fashion craze at Constance. Serena, Serena. Chuck had said she and Nate had responded to his text, but Blair knew she wouldn't rest easy until she saw them all with her own eyes.
Suddenly, arms were around her pulling her in. Startled, Blair froze for a moment before realizing who it was embracing her. When her sluggish brain processed the information she let out a gasp and returned the hug tightly.
"Oh my god, Serena!" she managed to make out, despite the oxygen that was being squeezed out of her lungs. "It's really you."
Pulling away, she kept her hands on Serena's forearms, needing to make sure her friend was really there before her safe and sound. "Are you okay? Is Nate okay? How did you manage to escape from those awful things? The last thing I saw, you were on the other side of the room..."
Realizing she was rambling, Blair stopped herself, anxious for answers.