I hope you like it, I know that its a little bit convenient for them to be put in this position, but I figure it's a great way for them to be forced to thrash out their issues once and for all!
Please review! xxxx
The doors close. Both of the young men in the elevator regard one another, with a reciprocal mixture of distaste and suspicion.
Chuck is carrying a small bunch of red peonies.
Dan is carrying an Amazon-fresh boxed set of six Katharine Hepburn movies.
"She prefers Audrey." Chuck drawled, laconically. He prides himself that if there's even one subject he knows more about than the insufferable Humphrey, it's Blair Waldorf.
"I know." Dan didn't see the point in acting defensive. In the friend stakes at least, he'd long since won.
"What are you doing here, Humphrey?"
"We're having a movie night." Dan was deliberately baiting him, he would not back down over this. He had more right to be there than Chuck, which on the UES was certainly saying something. And for the place to be Blair's building was even more surprising.
"I don't think so." Chuck almost laughed.
"Considering what you've put her through the past few months, if might be wise to be a little less cocky." Dan's tone was sharp, and it made Chuck look up at him for the first time. So that was the attitude he would adopt. Very well.
"What would you know about Blair and I." It wasn't a question, it was a dismissal.
There was a short silence.
The elevator stopped, midway between the eleventh and twelth floors. Chuck exhaled impatiently and pressed the button, twice. Dan looked at him more than a little self-rightously.
The lurch took them both by surprise, as did the sudden lights out.
"What?"
"Shut up, Humphrey." Chuck snarled, turning to the console again and hammering on the Alert button.
"Chuck, it's late, the maintenance guys will be at home."
"You might not have noticed, Humphrey, but places like this have round the clock staff. Especially in the city that never sleeps."
Cliche, Dan judged.
Prole, Chuck reasoned.
Both of them took out their cellphones.
"Nada signal."
"Damn."
It seemed that their positioning between thick floors and within the elevator shaft had blocked their only means of attracting attention.
Either way, and whatever the cause of their current predicament, Chuck Bass and Dan Humphrey were now stuck in a lift together for the forseeable future.
The first reaction was concussive maintenance. Mostly on Chuck's part - beating every surface as though it might help matters. Dan helped with the shouting. Chuck considered making some comment about Dan's fists of fury actually being handy right about now, but decided against it. They were not and never would be friends.
Nobody came to their rescue.
"Face it, Chuck. We're pretty much stuck here." Dan leant against the back wall of the elevator, and sighed deeply.
Chuck grimaced. "This cannot be happenning."
"Why the rush to get rejected?"
"Rejected?"
"If she has even the slightest bit of sense..."
"Careful, Humphrey. Confined spaces and longstanding vitriol are not happy bedfellows."
"Chuck Bass, of all people." He almost laughs at the irony of it, the heavy-handed plotline that fate has dealt him.
"This is going to be a long night." Chuck leant against the opposite wall, staring balefully at the wall.
Dan nods, for once agreeing. Bitterly.
What did you think? Only had time for a short opening, but will try and write some more later...