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Chuck Bass (thirdbasebass) wrote in gossipghoul,

Like Blair, Chuck had also felt a certain renewed sense of security when he'd been able to shower and change into clean, classy, comfortable clothing. Obviously the experience they faced now was far beyond the ordinary, but that, Chuck thought, only entitled them to more creature comforts than usual. They'd lived through an ordeal, hadn't they? Therefore, they deserved as much pampering the circumstances would allow, and he was satisfied (for now) that their circumstances were rather adequate.

"That wasn't the first time," Chuck informed her, his voice suddenly assuming a strange, faraway quality that indicated he was being more openly contemplative than usual. "I took some from my father once. In third or fourth grade. I was... curious." Bart was always drinking it, after all. It wasn't hard to access, once Chuck had gotten tall enough to reach the decanter that was always half-full in his father's office. Of course, Chuck didn't have to add that he'd only made that mistake once.

Chuck nodded at her proposed toast and, at her expectant glance, actually felt a wave a strange, although not totally unfamiliar emotion - shame. "How careless of me," he chided himself, turning to his private alcohol collection. "What would you like to toast with?"