Something was niggling at the back of Blair's mind, even as the combination of a luxuriant shower and full access to Chuck's bountiful beauty products was rendering her nearly euphoric. This wasn't the first time she'd been in the suite, hell it wasn't even the first time she'd been here alone with Chuck. But she felt a hint of awkwardness at the idea that he was sitting outside while she was, well, totally naked behind the bathroom door. This strange self-consciousness where he was concerned was new, and while she suspected its origins, she obstinately refused to dwell on them.
Pink from the hot shower and still pleasantly buzzed from Serena's drinks, Blair waltzed out of the bathroom and promptly took a seat beside Chuck on the couch, acting for all the world like she regularly hung out with her boyfriend's best friend in a robe.
"Human again," she announced with a happy sigh, curling her legs up under her. The sleeves of the bathrobe were slightly too long and she busied herself with rolling first one up, and then the other. "You could charge admission to that shower."
Her smile faltered as she glanced over to the television, barely able to make anything out. The images were shaky, the anxious newscasters' voices garbled, and the screen continually went to black. Swallowing, she looked back at Chuck, trying to cover up her sudden burst of nerves. "You know... if this goes on for awhile, you'll have the black market in male beauty products cornered."