Ihaven´t written in a while so all CONSTRUCTIVE crytizicism is accepted as long as it is constructive.

Chuck Bass was walking down 42nd street towards his father's hotel. It was a cold winter day and he had gone out to buy a pack of cigarrettes. The hotel bar had ran out of his favorite brand. Like dealing with the fact that Balir was in love with Nate wasn't enough, he ran out of Benson & Hedges. Normall he would send somebody to buy them for him, but for some strange reason he decided to go get them himself.

When he was two blocks away from The Palace it started snowing. He hated winter, it made him feel more alone than he already was. By the time he arrived at the hotel he was soaking wet and freezing. Things couldn´t get worse

Chuck!he recognized his father's voice and decided things could actually get worse. He rolled his eyes and turned around.

Hey dad, what are you doing here?

Well Lily and I decided to shorten our vacation because tomorrow I have an important meeting with an Argentinean bussinessman

Really? So you are leaving for Argentina? When?Chuck asked with a little cynicism in his voice.

I´m not going anywhere, he's coming here, in fact he'll be staying in this very hotel. Now if you excuse me I must leave for the airport, Augusto Bernasconi and his daughter are probably arriving at this very moment

And with that he left. Chuck didn't pay a lot of attention to the two girls who were looking at him and got into the elevator. He would pray for winter to be over soon, if he ever did that. Moral vas such an ambiguous thing for him. The last time he stepped in a church was the time his grandmother died, 12 years ago. Bartholomew Bass wasn´t that much of a church goer either. Maybe his mother was, he could never know, she was gone and gone for good.

When he was on the elevator a couple of things hit him. First the two not at all ugly girls who were ataring at him from the bar.

"I don't feel like it" He thought to himself and pressed the elevator button numer 16. The second thing was his father marrying Lily van der Woosen. Maybe that marriage would last, and having Serena living under the same roof could have it's benefits, Blair might be around a lot.
"Oh shut up" He was thinking like an imbecil. He never planned his life around anybody so why was he doing so for Blair Waldorf? She would never love him. A womanizer wasn´t her type.

The third thing was Augusto Bernasconi's daughter his father had mentioned. He always had a thing for asians, but latin woman weren´t so bad. Maybe this girl was the breath of fresh air he needed. Or maybe he could just screw her to piss of Blair. He liked the second choice better. But then again, he did not know what would be waiting for him that night.