A/N: It will be a series of drabbles, not in chronological order

Disclaimer: CB are not mine and the idea and cover belong to chacecrawford on tumblr Blair Waldorf owner of the Hotel Empire and Waldorf Industries & Chuck Bass 'King C' of the upper east side and designer for Bass Designs.

"Don't you make clothes for straight people in America?"

He wasn't being rude. Not very, at least, because he knew what quality clothes were (Katherine did and that was enough to pass off as his good fashion sense) and that went beyond fashion. Everything on display in "Bass Designs" shop from pink shirts to collection of bow ties was so gay it was a bit scary. Just look at these neck scarves. Polka dotted, all of them.

The smile on redhead sales girl face didn't falter even for a moment, though. Probably because she was used to questions like that. Then suddenly her smile grew brighter and more welcoming, if it were possible.

"You know Tom would be upset if he heard you," a male voice behind him drawled. Marcus looked back to a dark haired young man. He was a bit shorter than him and dressed in a suite with a pink shirt. What normal person wears suite in such a weather? In the middle of the summer, and with a bow tie, no less?

"Excuse me?"

He did have to give Blair her due. The guy was dumb, homophobic and had no idea who Tom Ford was while wearing his spring collection slacks. And they said Nate was hopeless.

"So what with the accent?" he continued, disregarding Marcus' unimpressed look. "You English?"

Nobody dared to make fun of his accent. Blair found it 'endearing' and this guy was just rude so he snapped a "yes" at him and turned back to sales girl.

"I'm here to take Blair Waldorf's order." Something for her father and Roman for when they would visit, and seeing Bass collection it seemed logical she wanted it from here.

The redhead for some reason looked at the rude guy as if asking a permission.

He nodded. "Yes, of course." By the end of the sentence the woman was already halfway to second floor.

"So tell me, how is Miss Waldorf?"

Marcus grew more confused and uncomfortable by the second. There was something possessive in other man's voice that he didn't like.

"Who are you, anyway? And why would you want to know?"

"How rude of me. I'm Chuck Bass." The American seemed as calm as the bow tie he was wearing and took his time before adding. "She is one of our VIP clients and I daresay a friend".

And she said the first bow tie he sewed was beautiful even if its stitches were all crooked and visible. And he got her as the first person to take measurements from back when his thoughts of touching girls were entirely innocent. And she held him after his father ripped his prized jacket sketches. And she wore proudly the dress he made for her prom. And her lip gloss tasted like champagne and the cream slip was still high on his inspiration list. But her new boy-toy didn't need to know any of that.

It figured. The gayest guy he ever seen sold gay clothes for living.

They didn't say anything more to each other.

Silence between two man grew tensed so redhead's appearance was a relief. She gave him the package, thanked him and scurried off to somewhere.

As he was nearing the exit he heard Bass say "Have a nice stay in New-York and tell Blair I said 'hi'?"

Marcus said nothing and left. On his way to Waldorf's he thought about strange meeting with Blair's 'friend'. There was something suspicious going on. Should he consider that Bass a threat?

Marcus decided against it, for now. His new girlfriend, it seemed, just knew a disturbing amount of gay people.