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[miss_waldorf]

This is Blair Waldorf~

I can't take your call right now, but I might get back to you if I wish. Laissez-moi un message après le bip! [Beep!]

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[basstardchuck]

Why is D afraid to talk to me and convinced you went Dark Side?

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[basstardchuck]

No need for U to befriend D again. and as U wish. I wont tell a soul.

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[miss_waldorf]

how r u?

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[basstardchuck]

Good

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[basstardchuck]

Keeping myself occupied and out of my apartment helps.

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[miss_waldorf]

u havent told me anything about it. care to talk?

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[basstardchuck]

Sure it wont turn into an argument?

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[miss_waldorf]

i'll put my missiles down for the hour. promise.

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[basstardchuck]

then I suppose I can do the same. Where? Yours or mine? I assume not public.

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[miss_waldorf]

yours. be there in twenty.

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[basstardchuck]

I'll have drinks ready.

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[miss_waldorf]

Blair Waldorf's schedule was packed, but a quick call to her PA and the next two hours were freed. It meant a bit of overtime, but what's a little sacrifice for a friend in need, right? Only she didn't know what Chuck was to her or her to him. Childhood friends, she told herself, and friends support each other through thick and thin.

Taking a deep breath, she knocked twice on his door.

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[basstardchuck]

With scotch in hand, he went to open the door. Unlike with Dawn, he didn't make Blair wait, wondering what's taking him so long. He wasn't entirely sure why he agreed to the meeting in the first place. The topic of what happened during his stay on the Upper East Side wasn't exactly one of his favorites.

He opened the door and nodded his greeting. He stepped away to let Blair in. "Can I offer you something to drink?" he asked out of habit.

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[miss_waldorf]

Her eyes went straight to the drink in his hand. Chuck Bass could hold his scotch, sure, but considering recent events, she wasn't particularly happy about him drinking. She threw a glance down the hallway to make sure no one saw them before going through the door.

Blair walked into the living room before taking off her sunglasses. "No, thanks. It's still my work hours."

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[basstardchuck]

"I do have coffee as well, if you're interested...: he told her. He noticed the look she gave him when she saw the scotch. He briefly considered putting it away, but then he would have to find a way to keep himself distracted around her... And there would definitely be an argument then.

He followed her to the livingroom, making himself comfortable on the couch. Ah, the couch, he's been here so briefly and already so many pleasant memories connected to it.

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[miss_waldorf]

"Your coffee could be used in biological warfare," she spat, knowing the words would inflict no harm on him.

Blair looked around the spacious room before following suit and taking a seat on the couch opposite his. Ew, couch. Ew, Dawn. Ew, Dawn and Chuck on couch. She tried not to think about it. "Bart. It wasn't--" in her head, all the worst possibilities came to mind: suicide, murder, freak accident. No, their lives might have been filled with drama but surely in death they could have peace. "What was it?"