Redirection
"So, how did you get that tux?" I grinned. There was nothing I loved more than a flustered Chuck Bass. The smooth 'player' being locked on the roof and without his clothes was even more priceless.
Even better, little Humphrey had done it too. I was slightly torn, whether to be proud of her for confronting and tricking Chuck Bass, or to be angry and annoyed at her for disobeying orders. I like to be optimistic; I will ignore her transgressions for now.
"Wasn't it cold up there too? I can't imagine that the shrinkage would have done you very good had you two hooked up," I added, breezily, as if commenting on trivial matters like the weather.
I left him sufficient pause to react to my words and counted in my head for the reaction that was bound to come. One, two…thr-
"-excuse me, then, Miss Waldorf."
"You're excused, Bass."
A lengthy pause ensued as I waved over my driver to take us back to my home.
"You have a penthouse? Why don't we test that 'shrinkage' theory," he shot me a heated gaze and I rolled my eyes.
As stupid as it was, I trusted Chuck Bass. Our families had been friends for years; his father and my mother were at one point really good friends when we were younger. Of course, our parents had done worse than we ever had. It was only natural, I trusted Chuck, after all those years of bonding.
"You're heinous, but you're avoiding the tux question," I directed the conversation back towards a safer direction.
"I paid for it."
"In what, might I ask?"
"Dignity."
Spotted; C and B getting out of a limo together and into B's penthouse. Who knows what they're doing? XOXO Gossip Girl