They start early； those Upper East Side boys。
Bree knelt down and looked at the two little boys intensely。 ？You guys have really clear auras。？
Vanessa snickered。 Dan cocked his head and studied her。 She was basically the same： shaved
head； lots of attitude； but instead of her usual black jeans； she was wearing fancy…looking shiny
black trousers and instead of a black cotton tank she was wearing a semi…sheer black top that was
soft and delicate？it might even have been silk。 She looked almost feminine； and although it
sounded strange； sometimes Dan forgot she was just that： a girl。
？Want to go somewhere and talk？？ he asked tentatively
Vanessa shrugged。 ？If you can tear yourself away。？ Bree had the boys in her lap and was reading
their palms。
？We kind of have a lot to talk about； don？t we？？ Dan allowed。 Bree began to chant in Sanskrit。
That？s the understatement of the year。
all the world？s a stage
Because the apartment didn？t have any real furniture to speak of； the drunken crowd had turned
the large main room into an impromptu dance floor。 Blair had downed three Bellinis； so she was
ready to answer the call of duty and dance her cute little ass off。 Besides； she？d memorized the
party scene inBreakfast at Tiffany？s and knew what was expected of her。 Sure； Serena was
Holly？there was no denying that at this point？but that didn？t mean that she couldn？t have a great
fucking time； too。 She had plenty of booze and the party of her dreams at her disposal。
Not to mention a hot guy。
？Hey；？ Jason murmured in her ear。 ？It？s good to see you again。？
She shimmied a perfect imitation of one of the partygoers from the original movie？s big