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“How are you doing?”
“I’m great,” Missy said. “Hey listen, my sister works for a caterer,
you know, and she said she saw you a few days ago at a party she
was working at a gallery in Chelsea. She said that’s you in that
picture on all the buses. Is that true?”
“Yeah,” Serena said. “Pretty crazy, huh?”
“You are so rad!” Missy squealed. She glanced at Blair who was
glaring at her. “Anyway, what can I get you girls?”
“Ketel One and tonic,” Blair told her, looking her straight in the eye,
daring her to card them. “Extra limes.”
But Missy would rather lose her job than hassle Serena van der
Woodsen for being underage.
That’s the whole reason for going to hotel bars in the first place: no
one ever cards.
“And for you, sweetie?” Missy asked Serena.
“Oh, I better start with a Cosmo,” Serena said, and laughed. “I need
something pink to go with my dress.”
Missy hurried away to fetch the drinks, eager to tell the bartender
that the girl in the Remi brothers’ photo that was all over town was
sitting in their bar and they were pals!
“Sorry I’m late,” Serena told Blair, looking around. “I thought
everyone else would be here with you.”
Blair shrugged her shoulders and took a long drag on her dwindling
cigarette. “I thought we could hang out by ourselves for a while,”
she said. “No one really comes out until later, anyway.”
“Okay,” Serena said. She smoothed out her dress and dug around in
her little red purse for her own pack of cigarettes. Gauloises, from
France. She tapped one out and stuck it in her mouth. “Want one?”
she offered Blair.
Blair shook her head no.
“They’re kind of strong, but the box is too cool, I don’t care.” Serena
laughed. She was about to light up with a pack of bar matches,
when the bartender swooped in with a lighter.
“Thanks,” she said, raising her eyes to look at him. The bartender
winked at her and swiftly stepped back behind the bar. Missy
brought them their drinks.
“To old times,” Serena said, clinking her glass against Blair’s and
taking a long sip on her pink Cosmopolitan. She sat back on her
stool and sighed with pleasure. “Don’t you just love hotels?” she
said. “They’re so full of secrets.”
Blair raised her eyebrows at Serena in silent response, sure that
Serena was about to tell her all the wild and crazy things that had
happened to her in hotels while she was in Europe or wherever, as if
Blair cared.