"I never thought it would be done to me."

It was her last bittersweet words to Chuck. He'd used her so carelessly. If he had only opened up to her and told her what was wrong. If he had told her to seduce Jack, she would have.

Then he tried to turn it against her. Making it out to be her fault? She went to Jack to save Chuck's empire not destroy their relationship.

Instead of spending the night crying into her pillow, she was here…in random bar drinking her weight in neon blue fluids. Each one scorching her throat in a new way. The tears she had swallowed might not be helping either.

Several men had tried to approach her in the hour she had been here. She made snide remarks to them all and sent them away. The bartender kept throwing worried glances over at her and was scared to give her more drinks when she ordered.

What the hell was up with her? She was already almost drowning in tears, why did she have to be so good at holding her booze? Anyone else would be far gone drunk and passed out by now, her though…she was only slightly tipsy.

"Ma'am, you've got a stronger stomach then most men I serve." The bartender laughed towards her.

Blair managed a smile, "Can I go ahead and pre-order another?"

"You might get drunk this time." He pulled the towel from his shoulder and began to dry his hands from washing dishes.

"Good. I hope it makes me drunk. I'd like to be drunk. Anything beats being sober." Her eyes focused on the last of her current glass.

She swirled the liquid around and around in the glass. Then without a second thought, downed it.

"Nothing sexier than a woman who can hold her drinks." A sly all to well known voice to her ears commented. "That dress makes the one I bought you look like a garbage bag."

Blair carefully eased her eyes over to look at the older man.

Maybe it was a mistake grabbing the first thing out of her closet. That first thing being a tea length pale blue halter top dress with some clear beads sewn around the bust.

"What do you want Jack?"

"What? No insults to hurl? No more puns to be made out of my name?" Jack had a wowed look on his face as he took the bar stool next to Blair's.

"Hang around long enough and I'm sure they'll come." Blair noticed the bartender had exchanged her empty glass with a full one.

"You're just going to sit here and drink yourself into hysteria? Or out of it to be more accurate." Jack ordered himself a drink.

"Why not? I'm not going to sit cooped up in my room listening to Nate and Serena have wild birthday sex." Blair scoffed towards Jack and swirled her drink with the small straw in it.

"You'd rather publicly embarrass yourself by…well you're not drunk which, I must add, is amazing. What number is that?" Jack took a swig from his tumbler.

"I don't know. I lost count around 7." Blair chocked up a laugh.

It hurt her already tender throat terribly.

"What a woman." That must've been Jack's way of complimenting.

"Why are you here?" Blair quizzed, taking a small sip from her glass.

"Chuck kicked me out of the hotel. Seems he had one good thing going for him. My fun ended when my prize no longer carried her prideful look. When she attained a somewhat broken look I wasn't sure it was worth fighting for anymore." Jack winked at her.

"Thanks," She snarled, "I almost forgot how you Bass men love to shove it in my face that I'm not worth it."

Just as she lifted her drink up to chug it, Jack's hand pushed hers back down.

"I never said you weren't worth winning. Just when you wouldn't respond to me, I didn't want to force you. How awful would it be for us to have sex and you say Chuck's name?" Jack removed his hand from her wrist then took a long swig from his own drink.

Blair looked at the man next to her in a different light. She didn't hold the fact of their disastrous New Years together against him. She didn't see him as the man who had almost ruined her boyfriend…ex-boyfriend…Chuck's empire.

He was just a man. And she was just a woman.

"Jack."

"Hm?" He raised a curious brow at her. Maybe she had finally gotten her insulting spirit back.

"You've got 2 minutes to make me forget why I'm trying to drown myself in alcohol. It do or die…there is no try." She stiffened her back as she made her proposal.

"I already told you-"

"If you don't, I'm going to find someone else who can. I'm hurting and I just need someone to help me forget."

"You'll just regret it in the morning and make me swear not to tell Chuck or any other soul."

"Maybe I'm too drunk to care."

"You're not drunk at all." Jack laughed at her.

"After I finish this I might be." Her attention diverted back to her drink. If he was just going to laugh at her she was going to go somewhere else. Maybe even home to drag Serena out of her 'Happy-birthday-Nate-sex' to sit up and talk and cry with her all night.

Just as she was about to lift her glass again, Jack's warm hand touched her bare knee.

"I'd prefer you not to be drunk. You were completely wasted on New Years. I want to see the real Blair Waldorf."

"She's almost dead from emotional starvation." Blair knew her tears were brimming again.

"Its Thursday. We have all weekend to heal and gorge." Jack stood and offered her his hand.

Trying to debate through her swirled mind, her hand placed itself in his willingly.

"Promise you're not going to turn on me as soon as I get you out of here?"

"So long as I don't have to think, I wont." Blair swallowed the very last bit of her regret and followed Jack's lead.

She didn't have to feel bad. She wasn't with Chuck. Chuck had hurt her. Used her like a prostitute to gain back his empire. Lied to her. Ruined her self image.

"Where is your coat?" Jack was lifting his coat from the rack by the glass door.

"I didn't wear one. I was so steamed I just left the house like this. I didn't feel a bit cold." It hurt as bad when she laughed this time.

"Here take mine. Its not that far to the hotel." Jack took his coat and draped it over her shoulders.

"Thank you Jack." She whispered, keeping her head tilted down to hide her tears.

It wasn't wrong, but it felt like it. She shouldn't care, but she did. It couldn't hurt, but it does.

WOW! I totally hated tonight's episode! It made me wanna throw things at the TV. I have no idea where this story came from. I just sat down and started writing. Chuck does deserve to be hurt now. Never should have done what he did. Ok! Now please tell me what you think. Spring break is over and school is back!!! Ahhh!

RAWR