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[im_chuckbass]

Chuck had managed to get his room in at least a marginally presentable state - the best he'd be able to manage, at least in the short term and without a team of decorators. His roommate was, thank god, fairly neat - if you didn't count the big fucking snake in the tank on his side of the room - and, more importantly, absent. He could only hope that

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[filmstarbeauty]

Let's be clear on one thing: Blair Waldorf had not gotten dressed up to slum it in a some sort of dorm room with Chuck Bass of all people. She'd only combed her hair and put on clothes that weren't you know the stuff that girls who went around eating tubs of butter would wear. This was nothing special and if it was, because well this navy blue dress had taken a small military effort to wrestle out of that box.

Plus she looked kind of hot in it. If she said so herself. Running her fingers through her hair for what felt like the umpteenth time and straightening her headband -- she was not nervously primping -- before knocking the door. Hard. And a little bit angrily. "Dammit, Bass if you bail on me, I will kill you."

[im_chuckbass]

"Thought you were getting cold feet, Waldorf," Chuck said as he opened the door. "Good to know I was wrong." Stepping back for a moment, he appraised her with a slow glance before letting her into the room. "Not to say the wait wasn't worth it..."

"Drinks are over there," he said as he sat his own glass down. "Help yourself. I recommend making the first one strong - that way you won't mind the next few so much." He'd long since stopped wondering if there'd ever be a day that he wouldn't miss a cold glass of premium gin, and simply accepted it as a fact of life. While she was occupied, Chuck flipped open the lid of his laptop and hit play on iTunes. Might as well enjoy the few comforts of home that he'd brought along.

"So." He picked up the pack of cards he'd scavenged from the games closet and opened it, sliding the cards out into one palm. "Your deal, or mine?"

[filmstarbeauty]

"I'm not in the door yet, I could still ditch you," Blair pointed out, which of course didn't stop her from entering the room. It was kind of nice to see that everyone room in this place was sporting the same drab industrial interior that she was forced to deal with. No one was allowed to one-up her on that sort of style front.

Beelining for the drinks, she stopped as she picked up a glass frowning at the snake. "You don't live with some sort of like psychotic killer do you?" Or samurai warlord or whatever this place played host to. She wasn't sure. "And you can deal. You better shuffle those damn cards."

[im_chuckbass]

"All appearances to the contrary aside, no." Chuck split the cards and began to shuffle. "He's British, comes from an old family - aristocrats, I guess. Keeps to himself, and doesn't like this place any more than we do. Could be worse." Much worse, in fact; Chuck had been witness to innumerable examples of just how bad it could've been over the past two months.

Setting the cards on the bed, he downed the rest of his drink in one smooth motion. It was far from good, but it would get him where he was going, and as far as Chuck was concerned the sooner he arrived the better. "Any particular game in mind?" he asked. "I could make some suggestions, but with your ensemble tonight I don't think that strip poker would last more than a few hands."