Posterity
Author's Note: Probably the most random, not chronological story I've written. Each chapter is a different recollection in the lives of the UES, my version of the memories and holes leading up to the TV show pilot, some chapters will be based off lines in episodes and others will be competely random. Enjoy!
"Come on S, there's gotta be something to do. This is Manhattan, after all." Blair rationalized, rising from her bed and repositioning at her vanity.
It was another frigid Saturday morning and Blair and Serena had once again been faced with an itinerary dilhemna. With Blair's parents away at the country house for the weekend, Blair had invited Serena to keep her company, and the two eleven-year-old Upper East Siders were left under the care of Blair's live in maid, Dorota.
A mass of wavy blonde hair rose as Serena removed her face from a pillow on Blair's bed, casting a frustrated look towards the back of Blair.
"It's not that there's nothing to do, it's just nothing that we haven't done before." Serena sighed, pushing herself up from the mattress. "Shopping at Saks Fifth, Mani - Pedi's at the Korean Spa...I don't know B, it's just--" Serena paused, collapsing back onto the mattress and Blair's Egyptian cotton sheets, "--so repetitive".
Blair turned away from adjusting her Tasha Patent headband.
"Well aren't we cheerful this morning" Blair said sarcastically, "If our inadvertant Saturday routines are boring you, please feel free to suggest an alternative."
Serena sighed, obviously at a loss of ideas, and once buried her face in the pillow. Simultaneously, Blair's phone began to vibrate on the counter of her vanity.
Glancing down, Blair abandoned fidling with her headband and flipped open the phone, greeted by the voice of her long time boyfriend, Nate.
"Hey, what are you doing up so early this morning?" Blair questioned into the phone. "Aw, how sweet... Well, Serena spent the night here and she's being difficult in terms of activities..."
Blair threw a glance at Serena, still consumed by the pillow, and her lips broke into a smile, an idea filling her head.
"Hey Nate, why don't you just come over here. Dorota's out and Serena and I could so use the company, maybe we'll come up with something when you're here." Blair suggested, "... Alright, I suppose Chuck can come. He can keep Serena company. See you soon."
Blair closed the phone and swivled around in her chair, tossing the hair brush on her vanity at Serena playfully.
"Get up S, Nate and Chuck are coming over, and I doubt you'll want to be wearing that when they get here" Blair remarked, referring to the scantily-cut night gown currently clothing Serena. "..Actually, Chuck probably wouldn't mind... Eww. "
Grudgingly rising from the bed, Serena followed Blair to her walk-in closet to get dressed. As Blair was slipping on her new pair of Marc Jacobs flats the elevator door opened, and a relaxed Nate dressed in cackis and a Ralph Lauren button down stepped out, followed by a prestine Chuck sporting cakis, a button down, and an orange Armani sweater vest. Blair broke out into a smile at the sight of Nate, who not only served as her boyfriend, but unknowingly the inspiration for envy from the girls at Constance. Stepping into a hug, Nate was greeted with a standard kiss and an invite into the living room. Chuck followed, slouching towards a seat on a chair. Nate's attention diverted from Blair only slightly at the descent of Serena fom Blair's room, but then focus returned to holding Blair's hand. Serena chose a seat on the couch across from Blair and Nate, placing Chuck on a chair in between.
"So... Now that we're here, dressed, and all obviously bored, what do we do?" Serena started, breaking the silence hanging over them.
"I was hoping you two could answer that" Blair remarked, alluding to the two boys.
Nate turned towards her, "We thought you two had come up with a game plan... We were busy testing out Chuck's new virtual golf game, until it turned out to be defective."
Sighing, Blair stared down at the floor, combing her mind for some activity to entertain the four of them. Before their were two very bored girls, now, they had dragged Chuck and Nate into the boredom as well. Was there seriously nothing to do in the city that never sleeps?
"Where's Dorota?" Chuck questioned, examining his new 14-karat cufflinks.
Blair glanced over at him, "She's out for the day, running errands... She did make cookies though, they're in the kitchen if you want some." The details about the cookies were aimed more at Nate than Chuck, who was an established fan of Dorota's baking talents.
"Well then, I believe our answer to boredom lies in your kitchen." Chuck stated, his attention still aimed at fiddling with the cufflinks.
"Dorota's cookies are a form of entertainment? Wow Chuck, you have some good ideas." Blair chided.
"No, I'm speaking of the contents of the kitchen cabinets. I'm sure your parents aren't exactly advocates of sobriety, Waldorf."
"So this is your miraculous plan? Break into my parent's booze and pray we don't get caught?" Blair questioned skeptically.
Chuck leaned forward, staring at her. "What?... You scared, Blair? Live a little!... Going against dear mommy and daddy got little Blair Waldorf worried?" He chided.
"Hey back off man," Nate chimed in, turning back to Blair, " Don't listen to him, we'll do whatever you want."
Nate's words fell over Blair, but Chuck's stare, still baring into her, had sparked a fuse. It was a challenge, and no one challenged Blair Waldorf, not even at age eleven. After a long stare at Chuck, Blair slid her hand from Nate's, cast a glance at Serena, and rose from her seat. Serena stood up as well, and followed Blair into the kitchen.
Once concealed by the walls of the kitchen, Blair turned to Serena.
"What do I do?" Blair asked, debating Chuck's suggestion.
Serena shrugged, "It's whatever Blair... But, in my opinion, you need to let loose a bit." Serena paused, placing a hand on Blair's shoulder, forcing the brunette to look her in the eye, "Come on B! If you think about it, we have the perfect opportunity to go crazy and have fun, with no risk of parents and the possibility of a good time... But it's all up to you."
Blair took a moment, still looking Serena in the eye before turning away and calling for Nate and Chuck to join them in the kitchen. Chuck swaggered over to Serena and Blair, meeting them in front of the cabinets while Nate paused over a plate of chocolate chip cookies, helping himself to a few. Chuck grinned, mischieviously looking at Blair.
"I have to say Waldorf, I'm quite surprised--" He started to say.
"Just be quiet and lets do this." Blair cut him off, opening the biggest cabinet and exposing the numerous bottles within.
Before the three lay numerous bottles of different colored liquids, each varying in size. Those towards the back remained unopened, while the four or five towards the front differed in amounts of liquor remaining. Then there was the bottle of champaigne, the only alcohol not unfamiliar to the three standing before it. The bubbly concoction had previously been reserved for Christmas and New Years, an allowance made by parents too inebriated to fuss over it. Yet as Blair, Serena and Chuck stood in front of the cabinet, carefully eyeing the spectacle of bottles, the combination of boredom and temptation was overwhelming. After several moments of quiet contemplation, Chuck turned to face Blair.
"So, are you going to get this party started, or am I going to have to?" He questioned, a subtle grin evident on his face.
Blair took a short breath, toying with the idea in her mind, finding herself in a Shakspearian dilhemna.
To drink, or not to drink?
Blair's eyes returned to the cabinet, the liquor bottles seeming to smile back at her just begging to be opened and their contents consumed.
"Just don't break anything, my mother'll kill me." She muttered, and with that Serena's and Chuck's hands reached greedily for the bottles, settling on the Grey Goose and champaigne in the front.
The next few minutes were a blur, consisting of Serena scouring Blair's cabinets for all available shot glasses and champaigne flutes, Chuck popping and meticulously pouring the contents of the champaigne bottle into individual flutes, Nate munching on Dorota's cookies, and Blair standing there, soaking in the full extent of what she had just agreed to. After several minutes, all four found themselves hovered around the center island of Blair's kitchen, each clutching a full and bubbling flute of champaigne. Raising all four flutes into the air, glass clinked against glass as each flute met a mouth, pouring the bittersweet carbonation into their throats.
And the drinking began.
Once the champaigne bottle was diminished to nearly a tenth of its original content, Serena opted to exchange her champaigne flute for a shot of Grey Goose vodka while Chuck stole Blair's orange juice from the refridgerator and mixed a screwdriver for himself and then later one for Nate. Within the next hour, several toasts were made, (each more obscure than the previous one) shots were thrown back, and drunken laughs were heard. As the four hung around Blair's kitchen, drinking and giggling from the unfamiliarity of alcohol in their blood streams, a tipsy Blair, who had restricted herself to one glass of champaigne and a shot of Grey Goose with Serena, turned to Nate, wrapping her arms around him.
"Blair... How about we go somewhere, more private..?" A buzzed Nate leaned in and whispered in her ear, a concealed smile on his lips.
A tipsy Blair nodded, and the two slipped off, up the stairs, into her room. Closing the door clumsily behind him, Nate turned to Blair, who was bracing the side of her unmade bed for stability in her acohol-induced haze. Nate attempted to make his way over to her, but stumbled along the way, and allowed himself to stumble to the floor. Blair slunk down against the end of her bed to join Nate on the floor, the champaigne generating a greater buzz with each movement. Leaning against the bedpost for support, the two came together, Nate putting his arm around Blair, laughing foolishly as he accidentally bumped her in the head.
"Watch it N-Nate..!" Blair warned, bursting into a fit of giggles.
He smiled and promptly apologized, pulling her closer to him. She was warm against him. It felt nice. Really nice. Turning his face towards her, Nate leaned in, his lips meeting Blair's, and then promptly departing again. As always. A simple kiss, nothing more. She opened her eyes to meet his, a mixture of booze and attraction drawing her to him. Instinctually he moved his hand up to her face, pulling their heads closer and closer together, to the point where both could feel the other's hot breath upon their lips.
"Blair..." Nate whispered subconsciously, pulling her lips once again to his.
This was it. THE kiss. It felt so right, in Nate's mind, to attempt something more. Using his hand to pull her mouth closer, Nate slipped his tongue into Blair's open mouth. He explored her mouth, and she in turn, his. This was different, this was unchartered territory. At eleven, Nate had only heard about making out from those in the upper grades at St. Judes. And now here he was, finally caving to the fascination of Blair's mouth. It was hot, and probably would have been awkward if the champaigne and screw driver had not clouded over their bodies. Nate smiled into Blair's mouth as they deepened the kiss, his tongue further probing Blair's.
Today was definately not boring.
While Nate and Blair had disappeared upstairs, Chuck and Serena had been left with eachother, and all the alcohol. Chuck sipped his screw driver, choosing to savor the taste rather than down it to transfer from tipsy to trashed. Serena, on the other hand, in her semi-drunken state, had taken it upon herself to clean up the alcohol; by means of consumption. After her second glass of champaigne, and two shots of the Grey Goose, the taste of booze, of anything really, had disappeared. Giggling and slurring, a very intoxicated Serena bounced around Blair's kitchen. A buzzed Chuck smiled, finding himself physically drawn to Serena.
"So... I take it you're a fan of the Grey Goose" Chuck said casually, watching Serena fiddle with the damp rim of a shotglass as she leaned against the center island.
"Idon'tknow..." Serena giggled, rubbing her flat stomach, " If I could taste ittt... I'm sure it would be yummmy yummyyy"
Chuck's eyes glinted and his grin widened as an idea came to mind.
"I'm a fan too Serena," He said softly, stepping closer to her, "How about I get to taste it... On you?"
Serena gave him a confused look, swaying in her drunken haze.
"Lay down for me?... So I can try it?" He pretended to beg, his smile widening as Serena obediantly laid down on the counter.
Chuck set down his screw driver, and pushed up the bottom of the 7 for All Mankind top of Blair's Serena was borrowing. She giggled at the removal of clothing covering her naval, and as Chuck tried to push the cloth further up, she smacked his hand.
"It tickles, stoooppp" She laughed, grinning at him "Hurrayyy upp Chu--"
Chuck nodded and filled the shot glass she had been fiddling with Grey Goose and then poured it over her belly button. She shivered upon the touch of the cold liquid. Leaving nothing to chance, Chuck leaned over and quickly sucked up the vodka, feeling it burn down his throat as he leaned back. Serena swayed as she sat up, reaching for Nate's half-empty champaigne flute and sipping it. Chuck remained standing next to her, the alcohol seeping into his system. The buzz was incredible to him, the idea that he could drink something bitter, feel it burn, and escape to a different feeling was fantastic. This was something he'd have to do again. Again, with girls. Chuck stared at Serena, suddenly filled with a strong desire to place his lips on hers, to do something that would satisfy the craving for girls that had only intensified with the introduction of alcohol. He had kissed girls before, tongue and all, and now he wanted to kiss Serena, a conviently hot and very drunk girl sitting right in front of him. Chuck clumsily placed a hand on Serena's thigh, clapping it down instead of smoothly placing it there. She went into a fit of giggles once again, swatting his hand away with a comment about tickling again. A swaying Serena soon slopped over, returning to lay on the counter, her eyes now closed, as she drifted off to a drunken sleep.
Chuck sighed, and went off to pour himself another drink.