"I need you chuck." After finishing the round he wordlessly left the table, Blair followed, he sat down at one of the casinos many bars; she took the stool next to him.
"No you don't. You need to be Blair Waldorf, and I need to be Chuck Bass. Chuck Bass cannot exist with Blair Waldorf by his side." He lifted his glass to his mouth, the rest of the scotch went smoothly down his throat, "I'm going to leave now, don't follow, stalking is unbecoming of you." As he stood, Blair also stood intent on following him. "Don't, it's not going to work. Keep your chips Blair, you can have your pride also if you quit now." He left, this time she didn't follow.
A strong hand clamped her shoulder, Jack.
"Giving up so easily? That's not very Waldorf. Besides you know Chuck's bluffing, he can't quit you." His words drew out slowly.
"When has anyone ever known me to give up? I just need a new plan that's all." What she didn't let on was how hard her confidence was to fake, she was scared, maybe Jack was wrong.
"You know I've always found Jealousy works quite well." He breathed into her ear, caressing her arm.
"While a thoughtful offer," disgusted she removed his hand from her arm and back away "I don't believe attempting to make Chuck jealous with one of the reasons we are in this place, and his uncle will do any good."
"I'm still me Blair, always will be, and had to try." He mused, handing her a room key and informing her of where Chucks room was, just in case that came up in her next plot.