A giggle escaped from Blair at Chuck's deviousness. She was doing her best to tolerate Lonely B for Serena's sake, but she shared Chuck's low opinion of both him and Carter. Well, what she had seen of this new Carter at least. He had always been on the peripheries of her social group, more concerned with corrupting the St Jude's boys than wasting his time pursuing pre-legal girls. But while Dan would never belong, Carter voluntarily excluding himself was even more irritating.
She brightened visibly at having made Chuck laugh, rather proud of herself. He might have an ever-present smirk on his face, but genuine laughter was harder to provoke in him. Smiling, she followed him into his suite, accepting the robe eagerly. The moment the clean, fluffy material reached her hands, she was suddenly desperate for a shower.
"No funny business, Bass," she instructed with a wag of her finger, nearly dropping the towels and robe in the process. "You can just amuse yourself with ordering me room service until I'm finished."
It never crossed her mind that there might be a time when there wouldn't be staff to clean her clothing, make her meals, or tidy her room. As far as Blair was concerned, they'd managed to survive the bizarre outbreak and could now look forward to a relaxing time at the Palace before the government--or Bart Bass--got everything sorted. She was one shower and change of clothing away from things being back to almost normal.