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.