The night was young in the Upper East Side but many of the bars were already stocked with prep school attendants that technically shouldn't have been drinking. But who was going to stop them? Their parents were the CEOs of companies, Owners of chain hotels, clothes designers and overall people who have millions of dollars to blow on their over privileged children's behalf.
Many of these future trust fund junkies were at a particular bar called Pounce. It was a particularly new bar but these kids always wanted somewhere new to lurk so they didn't become too predictable. This bar sported the fully stocked bar with several drinks the owner concocted to knock you on your ass, a dance floor, great music that the other bars didn't stock, and real live lights.
These lights came in handy when Chuck Bass, the son of a business tycoon, was seated at the bar. He was wearing a navy blue blazer over a pressed white button down shirt, as always, a black bowtie and his trademark scarf around his neck. At the moment he was wiping off the sleeve of his blazer with a napkin after the bartender sloppily handed him his drink. Chuck, of course, called this man a few very inappropriate names and threatened his employment.
Chuck was still fuming when he heard the side door of the bar open. He turned his head, hopeful that his friend Nate might finally show up. Instead a person of the female persuasion walked through the door and ultimately caught Chuck's eye. She wasn't tall like most of the women Chuck was attracted to but she was beautiful.
She had an hourglass shape, although Chuck could tell from far away that neither her chest nor her butt were large. Instead it was her tiny waist that made her this shape. Her legs made up most of her body and they were gently muscled and very smooth. She had a bob that was stacked up in the back and red hair. She wore a light, emerald green, cotton dress that gently hugged the curves of her body and four inch heels that made her look as if she were a normal height.
Chuck flared his nostrils as he brought his drink up to his mouth. He was thinking about how he would love to see her in nothing but her heels. Visions of a night of booze, sex and drugs went through his head as the mystery girl walked behind the bar and disappeared.
Chuck finally took a small drink of his beverage when Nate slid onto the stool next to him.
"Sorry I'm late. My dad insisted that I show him my sailboat design," he sighed and gave the bartender his drink order. Nate turned his head over to face Chuck. When he saw the look on Chuck's face a smile started to stretch over his face.
Nate ran a hand through his light brown hair, "Who is she?" ,he asked knowing that Chuck was once again on the prowl.
Chuck rested the lip of his glass on his chin, "I don't know."