Chuck Bass staggered into the Palace bar ready for a drink. He had been moving and 'settling in' all day. Not by request from his father, but from his new step mummy that he would move back to New York to live with the family. For the past 10 years Chuck had been attending boarding school in Switzerland, banished there once his father found him smoking pot at the age of 7, what can he say: he was an early bloomer. Since then he had bedded every girl and women he came across throughout Switzerland. Some people, like to play lacrosse, some soccer, but Chuck was more interested in other athletic activities.

He briefly met Lily his new step mother, and her son Erik, but not his father as of yet. It's probably better they keep it that way as long as possible.

As he walked over to the bar he spotted a brunette sitting by herself drinking a scotch on the rocks.

"That's a strong drink for someone of your size," he commented pulling up the seat next her.

She looked up from her drink and stared at him giving him a small smirk, then continuing to stare at her glass.

He eyes were gorgeous; she had porcelain sin and plump bright red lips: the things he would do to them. He chocolate brown curls were cascading down her back. She wore a tight red dress with an extremely low back, it looked expensive. He wasn't gay, but it was obviously from Bendels, anybody could tell she had class.

"Scotch, neat," he ordered to the bartender.

"I'm Ch—"

"Are you knew town? I've never seen you before," she asked now looking at him.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I moved in today," he replied as the bartender placed his drink in front of him. "You think know everyone huh?"

"Oh I do, know everyone," she grinned taking a sip of her drink. "And everybody knows me. You'll find this out up here, everybody knows everyone. We're real tight in the Upper East Side, cosy."

Chuck smirked and signalled the bartender for another drink for her.

"Well if everyone's as breath taking as you, I think I'll make friends quite easily," he flirted.

Chuck moved his chair closer to hers so that their knees were almost touching. He flung his arm around the back of her chair casually, trying not to make a big deal of it. He could tell she wasn't exactly the type of girl to fall for his tricks.

"So why are you here drinking all on your lonesome?"

"Why do you care?" She snapped. "If this is some sort of foreplay to try to get me in to bed don't bother, it won't help your chances anymore."

Wow, she's blunt. If honestly is going to be the theme of this conversation then he may as well continue with it.

"Yes," he smirked. "Then I was going to offer you a better drink than this. Because let's face it, this scotch is bloody awful," he whispered into her ears.

He may be an asshole, but he wasn't going to piss of the man supplying his alcohol.

She giggled and turned to face him more.

"So that really gets girls into your bed? Just listening to their problems?" she asked grinning.

"Well yes, but you have to pretend you relate to their situation," he explained.

"So that's it? You just wind up in bed together?"

He grinned at her, and took another sip of his drink.

She stared at him and shook her head.

"I'm just that good," he shrugged.

What happened next, he didn't expect at all. He felt her rubbing her legs against his. Her long, endless beautiful legs…

"So, how long are you in town for?" She asked innocently as if she wasn't turning him on at all.

"Not sure, as long as my fathers marriage lasts I guess," he said. Feeling might brave, he placed a hand on her thigh and began to draw circles lightly. He felt her shiver under is touch.

"How 'bout you, are you staying in the building?" he asked trying not to concentrate on his growing erection as she bit her lip.

"Just for a short while, mothers redecorating our place," she explained rubbing her legs further up.

"So you're staying by yourself?" he asked, pushing his hand up further on her thigh, playing with the hem of her short dress.

To people in the lounge; it only seemed like two people were sitting really close together, as Chuck was blocking the activities going on.

"Mmmhmm," she answered. "Want to see it? It's truly a lovely room."

"It would be my privilege," he drawled.

Chuck stood up and pulled her chair out for her, and payed for their drinks. He snaked an arm around her waist and led her to the elevators.

Oh tonight was going to be fun

A/N Hey guys, this is a Blair Chuck high school fic, season 1/pre showish. A lot of the characters are different, especially the story lines. Obviously, they're a bit out of character, but hey, change is good.

Chapters will be longer. I have already written the second chapter and will post depending on if anybody really likes it.

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