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[im_chuckbass]

Chuck wasted no time in getting back to the compound. Plotting revenge had its time and place, but there were situations that begged to be dealt with right away, and this was one of them. He'd like to hear what she had to say for herself before he decided on a course of action, although he doubted it would make much practical difference either way

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[filmstarbeauty]

Blair hadn't exactly been in the mood to socialize while she waited for her nails to dry, so she'd grabbed a stack of magazines of questionable dates and fashionableness, and settled down to work. Not taking any time away from her leisure, she continued to casually flip through them, looking at things she'd not see for a long time when Chuck walked in.

"Oh look what the cat dragged in," she commented looking up for a moment as she made to check the tackiness of the polish. "Don't you have a stripclub to go haunt?"

[im_chuckbass]

"Not yet," he said, not the least inclined to dance around the point like they usually would. "I think you'd know better than anyone right now that I don't have any pressing social engagements." To be honest, it wasn't even the loss of Lyla in particular that was bothering him; he'd liked her, but she could be easily replaced. What troubled and pissed him off more was the commencement of hostilities that this whole affair signaled. It would be entertaining, yes, but eventually you had to wonder what the point was.

[filmstarbeauty]

"How terrible for you." There was no sympathy in her voice, no sound of remorse for her actions or really any sense that she remembered exactly what was stuck in his grill. Probably a monkey of some sort. She turned the page in her magazine. "There has to be someone you can bother, right? A van der Woodsen or Humphrey perhaps?"

[im_chuckbass]

He strode over to the bed and pulled the magazine out of her hands - not particularly aggressively, but it got the message across - and tossed it onto Serena's bed. "Ten minutes," he said. "You owe me that much, at least."

"I just had an enlightening conversation with Lyla," he said, folding his arms over his chest. "Who, incidentally, has been avoiding me for a week."