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Blair Waldorf (queen_bwaldorf) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-11-22 19:32:00

Who: Blair Waldorf and Hannah Marin
What: Meeting while shopping
When: Sunday, November 22nd. Afternoon
Where: Fashion Island: Bloomingdale’s
Rating: Family Friendly
Status: Complete

If there was one thing Blair enjoyed above all else, it was shopping. Shopping almost always put her mind at ease when she was upset, but it was even better when she was already in a good mood, which she was today. Sure, shopping in Orange County wasn’t exactly like shopping back in New York and unfortunately, Blair couldn’t get to Beverly Hills as often as she’d have liked to go shopping, but she made the most of what she had and at the moment it was shopping at Fashion Island in Newport. More specifically Bloomingdale's.

Hanna was going to be so incredibly happy once the stupid cast came off. Really and truly. It was making things difficult. Like shopping. Blouses and skirts were one thing, but just the getting around part was not as easy as she’d like. But, her mom had to do something at Fashion Island and had brought her along, even said she could get something to cheer herself up. So here she was at Bloomingdale’s. She wasn’t quite sure what she wanted at the moment, so it was looking through the racks to get an idea.

Blair was looking through a rack, trying to decide between two different shirts, when she noticed a blond girl nearby who looked like she had good taste in clothes and not one to be shy, Blair held them both up so the blond would be able to see them, “Which one do you like better? I can’t decide. I’m leaning towards getting both, but I’m running out of room in my closet.” Blair was going to have to go through her wardrobe and decide which things to give away soon.

Hanna often was approached when in stores for the reason that she knew how to carry herself. And well, sometimes people needed second opinions. She did the same thing when she was out shopping by herself. She had a good eye for it and had her internship, but that didn’t mean a second opinion wasn’t necessary. Which was why she wasn’t even bothered when she was approached. Instead she just looked between the two, looked at Blair to get an idea of her colouring and what would fit best and then motioned to the one she felt would look best in both cut and colour.

“Definitely that one, though both are amazing.”

Blair looked at both shirts again for a moment before putting back the one that the blond girl didn’t choose, “You’re right. This one will look better.” Blair had a good eye for fashion, but even she didn’t mind a second opinion now and then. Normally that job fell to her best friend, but Serena was still back in New York and Blair hadn’t spent the time to make many new friends since she’d moved to California. Her time was better spent at school and her internship as far as she was concerned. “Thank you.”

Second opinions were always important when it came to choosing the correct top. So Hanna was more than happy to help. She knew some girls in high school who would purposefully choose the less flattering top as a means of sabotage since high school was rather competitive but that had never been her style. “No problem, glad to help.” And she was. Smiling, Hanna held out her hand. “I’m Hanna.” Because why not. She was an outgoing person as it were and who didn’t want new fashion friends?

If she were completely honest, Blair would have done something like that. Especially if she were going to an event with that other person and she wanted to be the center of attention. No one could say that Blair Waldorf wasn’t above sabotage if it meant she would get all the glory. “Blair Waldorf. It’s nice to meet you, Hanna.” As she moved around the rack to better talk to the other girl, Blair noticed her cast and her eyes widened, “What happened to your leg?” Blair also didn’t have much tact at times either.

Most people expected Hanna to be willing to sabotage in the name of popularity, but even as she found her niche in school, she never wanted to lose herself. Not that she really knew who she was if she were ever honest with herself. Here or in the dreams. But that was neither here nor there. She was good at seeming perfectly put together.

“Likewise.” And then the question about her leg. Well, might as well go the slight truth slight lie route since her mom wasn’t around. Mostly she just didn’t need to mention the whole sleep walking bit she was using for people who weren’t dreamers. “Hit and run. Totally lame.” She had no problem with the lack of tact. Hanna was fairly blunt most of the time.

Blair’s brows rose at the answer, “You got hit by a car?” Blair couldn’t imagine what it’d be like to get hit by a car, but she had a feeling that it hurt a lot. “Was the idiot looking at their cell phone instead of the road when it happened?” Wasn’t that how most accidents happened?

It definitely hurt a lot. Hanna was just relieved that the cast got to come off at the beginning of December. Honestly, it was driving her a bit insane. Her leg itched, she hated the limited mobility, she had to make fashion choices around it… Really, it was a hassle. “It wouldn’t surprise me.”

Well. Technically it was a very purposeful hit and run, but that was way too complicated to explain. So idiot on a cell phone? Definitely a good enough reason to use as it was believable.

“Some people just shouldn’t be given licenses.” Living in New York, Blair had seen her fair share of bad drivers and she didn’t understand how some of these people had gotten driver’s licenses. Blair hadn’t done much driving of her own in New York, but now that she lived out in Orange County and didn’t have a driver like at home, she had to drive herself around and it was the other driver’s around her that worried her more than her own driving abilities.

“They really shouldn’t.” Hanna knew she was easily distracted, but she was able to keep her focus on the road. And even though the injuries were actually from A trying to kill her because she knew too much apparently, the blonde had seen enough bad driving to know that it was completely plausible that she could be hit by someone too attached to their phone and just not paying attention. And Hanna always kept her phone with her. Even if the text messages sometimes felt like threats. At least the alert before she would see if it was some message from the dreams or just a text.

“Well hopefully you don’t have much time left in that.” Blair gestured towards the cast before looking back up at Hanna, “I’m sure that’s got to hinder being able to do a lot of things.” Hanna looked like a girl who liked to go out and have fun and Blair didn’t think she could have a lot of fun with a heavy cast on her leg.

“Thanks. And beginning of December. Believe me, I'm counting down the days.” And hours. Because casts were horrible. “It really does.” Nose scrunching up in annoyance, the blonde shrugged before looking at the time. “I should let you go though. It was nice meeting you.”

“Well good luck with that.” Blair glanced at her watch as well to check the time and nodded, “It was nice meeting you too, Hanna.” There was a part of Blair that hoped she saw the blond again, because in a way she reminded her of Serena, “Maybe we should go out dancing when you get that off.” She smirked and turned to go.