lair looked up and into the eyes of… Chuck Bass？ What the hell？ Where was his pinky ring？ Or pet monkey？ Blair had heard that Chuck had transformed； but seeing it in person was so shocking she almost forgot her tragedy of a life。 His dark brown hair was cut close to his head； and his dark eyes looked serious and friendly at the same time。 He wore a blue cashmere sweater； khaki pants； and loafers。 He looked surprisingly good。
“Hi；” Blair said finally。
“Good to see you；” Chuck said enthusiastically。 He slid onto the metal bar stool next to her。 “Jameson on the rocks；” he ordered。 “And we’ll also have a grilled cheese。 And the hummus plate；” he added。
“I’m not hungry；” Blair said shortly； hoping Chuck would get the hint and leave。 After all； she hadn’t e down to the bar to socialize—she’d e down because her drunk ex…boyfriend was in her bedroom and she had nowhere else to go。
“Well； in case you change your mind。 You want to talk？” Chuck asked。
Blair considered。 She and Chuck had never really gotten along； but they’d known each other forever； and someone was better than no one。 “Have you seen Nate this break？”
“I have。 He’s been a little… bent out of shape。 Have you？”
Blair nodded。 “He thought it would be a brilliant idea to e here。 To find me。 And then crawl into bed with me。 Which was fucking perfect； because five minutes later； my boyfriend came into the hotel room and got the wrong idea。 So let’s just say I’ve had a shitty night；” Blair said tightly。 She grabbed a cocktail napkin and began shredding it。 Tiny pieces of paper rained down on the oak bar like snowflakes。
“That’s rough；” Chuck exhaled。 He stared into his drink contemplatively。
“I just don’t know why he always does that。 He always fucks up my life