Their eyes met across the room with an intensity that was hard to be matched, not to be confused by a look shared between lovers, but between conquerors. Their bodies moved swiftly through the crowd as they brushed passed people, one pair of lips muttering apologies under her husky breath while the other remained ruthless and unforgiving. They both stopped just outside what could be considered the dance floor, before simultaneously turning their heads and placing their attention on a dark-haired beauty that seemed perfectly content with her makeshift dance partner.

Whenever he moved, she moved faster, just like a snake pulling back sharply before they snapped at their prey. Chuck Bass noticed the stealth in her lanky, androgynous body, as well as the charm. Both wore a lopsided grin on their faces tucked snugly at the corner of their mouths, though Chuck would definitely argue that his was better. But what did he know? He was clearly biased. They were both here for one reason and that reason was dancing her heart out with unworthy arm candy.

Shane McCutcheon was usually the one that lingered on the outskirts of the crowd and drew them towards her with her sultry, charming stares. Just like moths to a flame. But after the incidents with Papi—which truth be told, probably saved her from a case of unnecessarily clingyness and two dozen voicemails—she had learned not to let opportunities pass her by… especially if it was Jenny Schecter, who was usually willing to play along. Hell, she'd kissed Alice once out of spite. Now, don't get me wrong, Shane loved her best friends, but it was something she never wished to see repeated, simply because it was… Jenny and Alice.

Chuck Bass was sure that it was Blair Waldorf, whom he'd seen dancing up close before when she gave him a private show. Sure, so she was drunk (and so was he), which led to that incident where they had a steamy make out session in the back of his limo, but no other lady in the Upper East Side had curves like that. He was sure of it and he was willing to put his ego on the line against his experienced adversary.

The game was simple: win over the girl's heart to prove which was the stronger sex.

A lot of people might confuse Shane as a male, but Chuck could see right through her swagger. But really, what did you expect from the guy who lost his v-card to Georgina Sparks? Exactly. He leaned over the counter of the bar to order a drink for confidence, not out of weakness, but tradition, before he downed it in one swift chug and got to work. He'd never seen this stranger before, but he wasn't about to let anyone takeover his town.

Shane's lips curved into a steadfast smirk when she noticed his need for a boost. But he was young and he had no idea what he was getting himself into. Yes, the ladies were allured by the player, having this idealistic view that they would be able to change his ways, but Katy Perry's hit seemed to have sparked a new revolution (not so much for her though, as she'd known as far back as the playground days). She kissed a girl and she liked it. Alot.

It was just a few seconds, but their shared target had disappeared from their view, now hidden somewhere in the masses of collective heat as the music throbbed through the dance floor, feeling every beat thumping beneath them right through their dress shoes — or all-star converse, if you were Shane.