Before the Show | Tuck & Blair & (Anybody Else)
When he drew close she caught the scent of his cologne mixed with the unmistakable aroma of wine and coca on his breath; a reminder that he was far from sober, but it didn't really matter, did it? It was still him, still sweet, still understanding. Still wanting to be close. Even with all his inhibitions dulled, the connection Blair felt was there - no, knew was there - remained, and there was little doubt that it always would.
She took another sip of her fruity cocktail and she shrugged, like it was nothing, even though the nervous flutter in her belly had become something of a stone as the weight of her decision bore down heavier and heavier. "I wouldn't want you to work tonight anyway," Blair said, matter-of-fact. "It's your party, after all. You deserve the few breaks you give yourself. You are the man of honor tonight."