From what Chuck Bass understood, it was supposed to be a cold day in hell before Blair spoke to him again. Well, turns out it didn't have to be cold, there just had to be generally crappy weather.
"What're you doing here?" There was nothing else for him to say. He was too tired to be witty (rain always made him groggy).
A small smile appeared on Blair's lips as she adjusted her seat on top of the limo. "Can't I just be here to say hello?" she asked, cocking her head to the side.
"No," he said. "What happened to hating me? It was just a few weeks ago that I supposedly had no friends."
"Oh, come on now. I was exaggerating. You know me," she laughed. True, Chuck did know her. He knew her well enough to realize that she had other plans than just catching up on old times.
"You don't hate me, then? Fantastic. Let's hop in to the limo and have a round of sex to warm ourselves up. It looks like you need it, unless you're really just that excited to see me," he taunted.
His plan worked and she gritted her teeth together. Sex talk didn't make her happy when she had other things on her mind, so he was able to wipe that fake Serena-esque smile right off her face. As he began to open his mouth and bask in self-pride, she took hold of his tie and pulled hard.
"You owe me," she snapped. If it weren't for the umbrella she was holding, he didn't doubt that her other hand would be helping to grip the tie harder.
He scoffed a bit and tried to regain his balance. "I don't owe you anything. I'm Chu--"
"You're Chuck Bass, which is exactly why I need you," she told him in a low voice that seemed to be filled with disgust as soon as she said 'need'.
Now he was intrigued. "What do you need me for?"
"It appears that I'm being blackmailed, by a lowly Brooklyn loner. Just figures that someone else from the bottom of the social ladder is trying to pull me down again."
"Humphrey? Say no more. I'm in for whatever you want to do to that son of a bitch," he said.
"Not Humphrey. God, you think I'd need you to take down him?" She had a point. Dan would be the easiest person to get revenge on. "Have you ever seen the movie Cruel Intentions, Chuck? Suppose that you're Sebastion, I'm Kathryn but with better style and the intelligence not to keep cocaine in a necklace, and that Annette is a poor little bitch with frizzy hair and her own pathetic excuse of a coffee shop."