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had the same poster in the lighted advertising box on its roof. Blair
got in and slammed the door angrily. She could never get
completely away—Serena was fucking everywhere.
Serena reached for another cigarette and stuck it in her mouth with
trembling fingers. Suddenly a pinky-ringed hand proffered a Zippo
and lit the cigarette for her. The lighter was gold, with the
monogram C.B. So was the ring.
“Hey Serena. You look seriously hot,” Chuck Bass said. “What are
you doing sitting here all by yourself?”
Serena inhaled deeply, quelling her tears, and smiled. “Hey Chuck.
I’m glad you’re here. Blair ditched me and now I’m all alone. Is
anyone else coming?”
Chuck clicked his lighter shut and put it in his pocket. He glanced
around the room. “Who knows?” he said casually. “They could
come, or they could not come.” He sat down in the armchair where
Blair had been sitting. “You really do look hot,” he said again,
staring at Serena’s legs like he wanted to eat them.
“Thanks,” Serena said and laughed. It was kind of a relief to see
that Chuck was still exactly the same, even if everyone else was
acting like freaks. She had to love him for that.
“Another round,” Chuck called over to Missy. “And put everything on
my tab.” He handed Serena the twenty Blair had left on the table.
“You can keep that,” he said.
“But it’s Blair’s,” Serena said, taking the bill and looking at it.
“Give it back to her, then,” Chuck said.
Serena nodded and stuffed the bill into her red velvet handbag.
“There you go,” Chuck said, when Missy put the drinks down.
“Bottoms up!” He clinked glasses with Serena and poured scotch
down his throat.
“Oops,” she said, as her Cosmo sloshed onto her dress. “Damn.”
Chuck grabbed his cocktail napkin and dabbed at the stain, which
happened to be on her hip. “There, you can’t even see it,” he said,
letting his hand linger near her crotch.
Serena grabbed Chuck’s hand and put it back in his lap. “Thanks,
Chuck,” she said. “I think I’m okay.”
Chuck wasn’t even a tad embarrassed. He was unembarrassable.
“Hey, let’s get one more drink and take it up to my suite, okay?” he
offered. “I’ll tell the bar staff to tell anyone who comes to meet us
up there. They know who my friends are.”
Serena hesitated, thinking about what Blair had said about the
Basses not liking people in their suite anymore. “Are you sure it’s
okay?” she said.
Chuck laughed and stood up, holding out his hand to her. “Of course