Re: [SORRY for the long delay!! I'm all moved now, though!]
Blair's tense shoulders relaxed slightly at Chuck's mention of his father. If anyone was ruthless enough and rich enough to deal with the chaos that had erupted in New York, it was Bart Bass. New money or not, he was nothing if not grimly competent.
She gave Chuck a strained smile, taking another fortifying sip from her glass when the television began emitting that awful buzzing. Wincing, Blair scooted further back against the cushions, trying in vain to escape the awful sound. Only when Chuck had turned it off, did she manage to look away from the suddenly white screen. Listening intently to Chuck's side of the conversation, Blair kept steadily drinking for wont of anything else to do. There were no minions to corral or boyfriends to charm. There was only Chuck and the now dead screen. It wasn't as if the television were their only link to the outside world, the Palace was hardly a remote island. But with no phone and now no televised news, Blair couldn't help but feel strangely disconnected. Hadn't she just been complaining about being in the dark? It felt now like she had been tempting fate.
"What a shame," she said with a half-hearted smile, trying not to reveal just how freaked out she was by this development. "I was planning on inflicting wedding shows on you all night. Now how are we going to pass the time?"