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Chuck Bass (thirdbasebass) wrote in gossipghoul,
@ 2012-08-08 10:56:00

Entry tags:

blair waldorf, chuck bass

Who: Blair and Chuck
What: Blair needs new clothes
Where: Downstairs in the lobby, then in Chuck's room
When: Right after this
Rating: Probably lowish. Possible swearing.

Despite Blair's trademark prissiness, the corners of Chuck's lips turned up just slightly. He'd seen Blair drunk and annoyed before, and he'd thought it was pretty cute then, as now. Of course, this time that cuteness made his stomach churned with some emotion that he would really rather not think about, but he dismissed that pretty easily, although he did say, "Awww she's cute when she's angry." The sarcasm expertly layered into his voice should have diverted her suspicion that he was sort of half-serious, and hopefully it would get on her nerves even more. "Cute," he knew, was for kittens and puppies, not for elegant, classy, Audrey-Hepburn wannabes like Blair.

His eyes glazed over just a little at the idea of her in a French maid's outfit. "Mmm that'll be the day. A good day. But no, fear not. I can have something sent up for you." Given the nature of Chuck's fondness for a particular clothingless activity, he (or rather, the hotel staff) was used to having various assortments of female clothing on hand, in case something got lost or ripped. He was nothing if not a gentleman, after all.

Chuck watched her steady herself on the bar and offered her an arm, stepping lightly toward the elevator. Before he reached it, however, he paused and beckoned to his favorite security guard, speaking low and gesturing toward Carter and Dan as he gave him some instructions. He looked self-satisfied as the guard walked away, and he pushed the button for the elevator, which began its slow descent.

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Re: [SORRY for the long delay!! I'm all moved now, though!]

queenlyb
2012-08-31 01:40 am UTC (link)

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?"

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thirdbasebass
2012-09-01 07:35 pm UTC (link)

Chuck's already-knotted stomach squeezed tighter - all of the uncertainty (and maybe the alcohol) was starting to make him nauseous. The whole point of coming here was that it was supposed to be a safe place, but the fact that even the Palace could be affected by things like blackouts and lack of cell service was almost too terrifying to contemplate. All he wanted was his safe haven, that special place where everything was taken care of for him, as if by magic. Was that too much for a boy billionaire to ask?

Tonight, apparently it was.

Chuck grimaced at Blair's attempt to get under his skin and forced himself to continue playing the part he was born for. If he just acted as if everything was all right and nothing had changed, everything would be normal. Yes.

"You bitch," he said, shaking his head at her, although his tone contained more amusement than venom. He smirked. "I've got a couple of ideas." He held her gaze just long enough to make her squirm a little, then leaned forward, his face slowly approaching hers...

...and then leaning past it so he could reach into a drawer in the coffee table between them, so he could pull out a fresh deck of cards. He gave Blair a sly grin. "Can the lady play poker?"

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queenlyb
2012-09-06 03:54 am UTC (link)

Blair was busy inspecting her hair for split ends, her manicure for snags, trying to do anything to distract herself from the now darkened screen. Chuck's words once again brought her back to herself, but before she could smirk at the well deserved appellation, she found herself instead oddly transfixed by his unwavering gaze. Her mouth parted slightly as he leaned forward, her mind instantly conjuring up that brief, heated moment in the kitchen that they had shared. She held his gaze uncertainly, unable to budge a muscle or determine whether it was anticipation or panic that rendered her momentarily frozen.

Her lips promptly pressed together in disapproval as he slid past her to the coffee table. What was wrong with her? When did she suddenly start behaving like petrified prey before Chuck? She wasn't one of his random sluts or weak-willed conquests, she was his friend, or as close to a friend as Chuck was likely to have outside of Nate.

"Ugh," she announced in disgust, trying to hide her self-conscious flush at the direction her thoughts had momentarily taken. Basshole. "Of course I can. As long as you're not proposing strip poker, I'm game."

"What are the stakes?" she asked, making a grab for the cards in his hand. She didn't trust him to shuffle properly or not to cheat.

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