Blair C. Waldorf (gossipmagnet) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-12-28 23:50:00 |
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Santana had set up the meeting via quick text messages. She wasn’t so much as inclined to want to work with Blair, but she had done a bit of quick research and the girl would have more background in doing certain events than she ever would. She bit her lip, trying to determine what to wear. Santana finally picked out a long black pencil skirt and paired it with a satin silver shirt that accentuated her body. She strapped on silver heels that added a few inches to her height and she was ready to go. Grabbed her peacoat on the way out, she went down with purpose. She hoped to be there early, before Blair got there. They were meeting on “neutral” ground, but Santana wanted to establish dominance. That she was the head bitch in charge. Getting down to the lobby, she casually walked into the coffee shop. A few of the employees recognized her and did the casual smile and wave. Her previous self had worked there. She didn’t know them, but she waved back. Her eyes scanned the tables. A smile slowly crept to her lips for a fleeting second before she saw Blair sitting in a back, corner table. Her smile gave way to a thin line, before the smile came back again. Grin and bear it she thought to herself. She walked over and looked down at Blair. “Blair” she said coolly. Blair had had to get up a little earlier than she would have wanted, but she had wanted to get there first. Santana was going to learn that she was the Queen B. She had a notebook in front of her, and a tablet, so she could write down anything that was important. Blair could be a party or event planner if she so wished, but she wasn’t sure that she wanted to be one. Blair’s hair was impeccable, and she was wearing a pair of black slacks, designer, of course, and a silk red blouse. She was wearing a pair of ballet flats, black ones. It was imperative that Santana was aware of what Blair brought to the table. Blair was already drinking a coffee, an iced mocha cappuccino. She sipped from it and gave Santana a cool smile. “Hello, Santana.” Blair said. She had not been surprised to hear that Santana wanted help with an event, but she was surprised that she had come, and that the other girl had actually asked. Blair crossed her ankles under the table. “If you need to get a coffee, I can wait.” Santana took in all of her nemesis. She hadn’t really had one since Rachel or even Quinn. Nice clothes, expensive tastes. She wondered how Blair was actually getting these clothes. She thanked her previous self for working and having good taste. “No, I’m fine” Santana said as she sat down. “If I want something, they’ll come and ask me. They know me here” she said, pulling out the chair and sitting down. She smoothed her skirt out and crossed her ankles. The skirt wouldn’t allow for much more than that. “Listen, there are very few things that I don’t know” she said, her eyes attempting to pierce Blair. “But what I don’t know is how to run a formal dance. And I’m not talking paper streamers from a high school cafeteria turned dance hall. I’m talking upper class, formal, money involved party that will leave everyone talking. I want to do it as a Valentine’s Day party. Fancy dresses and as close to nice suits or tuxes for the guy” Santana said, laying it out there. “Think you can help with that?” Blair held in her smile, she didn’t want to show how amusing that was to her, because she didn’t want Santana to think that she was getting to her. Blair set a cool glance on her. “Of course I can help with that.” She said coolly, if only Santana knew where she had come from. Blair was money, and she had organized all kinds of parties like this. “I am sure that there is a whole host of things that you don’t know.” She said, but her tone was calm, it was very catty. She turned on her tablet, and pulled up the notepad. “Well, you’ll want to get a good venue, for a good price. And you’ll want to make sure that you get a good band, no one uses DJs for a party like that.” Blair said, her tone serious and businesslike. She was determined to show Santana that she should listen to her. “You’ll want one that can play old standards, things like Frank Sinatra and Bing Crosby. If you want formal, that’s the way you need to go, you don’t want some grunge band or something idiotic like that.” “And you’ll want a good menu, with hor dourves, and more than one course. Keep the salads light, so when they get to the main course they won’t have filled up already.” Santana’s inner self pictured her slapping the girl across the face. Outwardly though, she simply smiled and looked at what Blair was showing her. The girl did know her stuff, but Santana wouldn’t tell her that. “And how much would you budget for something like this?” Santana asked calmly, smiling at Blair the whole time. That was something that Blair wasn’t sure Santana wanted to know. “There is nothing that isn’t worth it if you’re willing to pay.” Blair said, smirking a little. “Maybe it’s better if you tell me what you have allotted, because if you can’t afford certain things, we’ll have to adjust for that.” Her tone was clearly “you probably won’t be able to get something really good.” She sipped her coffee calmly. “I’ll have to take it up the chain” Santana said. It was one of the things she wish she had more control over, the money aspect. But she also wasn’t going to go all crazy and blow money on excess. “That’s why I’m trying to get an idea and see where flexibility could be” she said coolly. Something about Blair just set her on edge and ready to pounce. And not in a good way. “Well, it could get costly. But it would probably cost about 50,000 dollars. That’s just the minimum, but most of it would be to rent the place where you’d be having the ball.” Blair replied, her tone calm, she wasn’t going to let Santana rattle her. “If we were in my New York, my name could open some doors… but I still might be able to, apparently there’s a show and books about me, I have some “fans.”” That was certainly true, and Blair had to admit, she didn’t mind. It got her some minions out of it. “Fine” Santana said. “I’ll see what the budget can be for next year.” she said with a bit of disdain in her voice. “You have fans?” Santana asked mockingly. “I’m surprised” she said. “You’re the star of the show?” Santana asked, though she wasn’t really caring about the answer. “One of, apparently.” Blair replied. “The books, too.” She said, unable to keep a bit of pride from coming into her voice. Blair wasn’t exactly one to turn down fans, even if she thought the books and the show weren’t worth her time. “I guess the show is cancelled, though, the actress who plays me was done and wanted to do new things.” Santana half heartedly listened to what Blair said, except that she smiled when she heard the show was canceled. She nodded to one of the counter staff that she was ready for a drink and they smiled and gave a thumbs up to Santana. She turned her attention back to Blair. “Oh Blair, I’m so sorry your show got cancelled. Maybe they just didn’t have anything else to do that couldn’t be done on a Real Housewives show” Santana said, smiling. Blair snorted. “Like I care that it’s cancelled. It would be one thing if it wasn’t getting ratings anymore.” She said, rolling her eyes. If Santana thought she was getting to her, she wasn’t. Blair sipped her coffee, keeping a self satisfied look on her face. “I still have lots of people who care what I do, and who care that I’m here. I don’t much care for the ones who keep asking if I feel the same about Chuck, but that’s not important.” Santana smirked. She knew that the girl cared. She had to have cared. Santana would care if they were cancelling her show - even if she wasn’t the person she saw in it anymore. And she wondered who Blair knew here. It’d be nice to know what her social network was, simply to know who backed her. A barista brought over a to-go container of something and Santana winked at him, pulled a ten-dollar bill and giving it to him, before shooing him away. “Blair” Santana said, “Let’s do this again, shall we? I’ll see what numbers the Youth Center can come up with and we’ll circle back around when I’ve got something solid” Santana said, as she stood up. “It’s been your pleasure” she said. Blair laughed outright when Santana told her that it was her pleasure. Blair wasn’t the least bit concerned about what Santana thought. She knew that the other girl wanted her to, but frankly, she just didn’t. Blair didn’t think it had been a pleasure for the older girl, but it had been for her. Blair really thought that she had won that battle, and she’d have fun remembering that. “Sure, sounds fine.” She said, smirking. Blair ran her hand through the ends of her long brown hair. “Just let me know, okay, Santana?” She asked, the smile on her face definitely Queen B style. She sipped her coffee, looking at Santana like she was something a cat had caught in her paw. Santana turned and strode out, fuming. Her inner Lima Heights self was cursing a storm at her for not having been prepared enough to take out this lesser competitor. Next time, she thought to herself. Next time, she’s going down, she thought as she headed back to her apartment to lick her wounds. |