She walks into her town car, satisfied with what she did to him, to his silly girlfriend, and with the scandal she caused. She doesn't care anymore if that would be bad for her reputation. If people can go through their lives not carrying about anything why should she care about a tiny slap on the face of her ex boyfriend? She arrives at the empty penthouse, Eleanor is in Paris and Dorota is having a day off. She pours herself a big glass of Dom in the middle of the day. She didn't get drunk at the party, so she feels like she owns it to herself. The drink starts taking over her and she feels better. Her head is heavy but she likes it. She realizes that she can barely look clearly, but it doesn't stop her to have another glass.
"I hate you" – She sighs out loud, while sitting on the window bench, observing the city outside. She knows that with the slap she firmly closed the door between Dan and her. She knows that actually she closed it the day she walked away from him, but now she's drunk and she likes to think differently.
"I haven't been slapped like that…well never" – She thinks she hears things now, but when she turns around he is there in front of her. His tie is hanging loosely around his neck and his shirt has two buttons open. He is handsome probably ten times after the summer in Rome. She thinks that she probably had a lot of Dom, since she didn't hear the elevator dinging.
"Do you want me to slap you again?" – She starts giggling. –"Where is that creature you were with at the party?" – She doesn't hide her jealousy.
"I don't know."
"Argh…Humphrey…" – She sighs. – "Imitating the life of Chuck Bass doesn't suit you!" – She turns her head and looks through the window.
"It started suddenly. We both know it was sex only. She has some guy she loves back home…a boxer or something. I was too boring for her." – He says, sounding too apologetic.
"That's not what she said." – Blair takes another sip from her glass. – "I heard you were an animal…a beast" – She roars at the end of the sentence, she doesn't really know why, but it makes her laugh. – "Humphrey a beast…" – She laughs hysterically.
"What is the level of your damaged soul, this time?" – He asks.
"I am perfectly fine. No damages. No Chuck Bass. No boys, no job, no friends, no enemies. Nothing. Just me, myself and I." – She turns her head and looks at him and for a second she is convinced there are two of him. – "And if feels great! Better than great. I don't have to worry about anyone, about Chuck getting busy with MILFs, or me doing something or saying anything wrong…I don't have to worry if Serena decided to play a decent and moral just to make me feel like a whore…I don't have to worry if you are willing to do her in the same place where my Nate did her…years ago…" – He doesn't say anything, just listens. – "Oh look, my glass is empty, be a lamb and refill it"- She shakes the empty glass in front of him, till he takes it and puts it on the coffee table. – "Be a lamb…" – She giggles. He sits next to her, takes her feet in his lap and she becomes serious. – "Come on. Start your monolog. You are a bitch Blair! You broke my heart! I gave you all I had, but it wasn't enough. I can't compete with Chuck Bass! I had to get you out of my head with other girls. I hate you so much!" – He looks at her as he used to. His eyes are dear and warm saying a lot, and it finally comes to her senses that there wasn't anyone in her life that was looking her with so much love and admiration.
"You are a bitch Blair!" – He starts, saying the words mechanically. – "You broke my heart! I gave you all I had, but it wasn't enough. I can't compete with Chuck Bass! I had to get you out of my head with other girls. I hate you so much!" – He repeats her lines and she nods with her eyes closed. "Except I don't. I mean I don't hate you." – She opens her eyes.
"I'm sorry for slapping you" – She whispers. – "It felt good you know, because I have never been more pissed off or…jealous…"
"You were jealous?" – He asks and a little smile forms on the corners of his lips.
"Oh come on Daniel!" – She blurts out. – "I'm not made of stone" – He doesn't want to take it for granted, but she is drunk and he knows that she is beyond sincere when she is drunk.
"Do you love me?" – He takes advantage of the situation. She giggles.
"You won't trick me, you Brooklyn rat!" – She sighs. But then, she closes her eyes and starts talking. – "I realized that I did, when I went after Chuck."
"You realized what?" – He wants her to say it.
"That thing" – She says, her eyes still closed.
"What thing, I don't know what you're talking about" – He smiles and puts his hand on her ankle.
"You know…what you said" – She is leaning her head on the window and doesn't open her eyes.
"I've said lots of things I don't really know what exactly you mean"
"That I love you god damn it!" – She yells irritated and when she opens her eyes he is having a satisfied smirk and she hates it. – "I will slap you again, lose that face"
"Your feet are cold" – He says the most random thing that comes to his mind.
"So what's gonna be now? You are willing to take me back? I'd understand if you don't. If you do this charade just so you can hear me saying it…Because if you do, I hate you in that case!" – She sighs, and he can't help but smile how adorably drunk she is.
"I've been invited to go back to Rome next month." – He says.
"Why?" – She asks.
"Because they were waiting for Blair Waldorf this summer and I brought them Georgina Sparks." – He smiles.
"Oh come on" – She smiles back.
"No, it's sort of a semester in Rome for creative writing, and I thought I should go again, to actually clear my mind, not being angry and…
"Can I come with?" – She giggles.
"Could you wait for me to say it? Wanna come with? For real this time?" – He asks.
"What did I just say?" – Blair smiles and he moves closer to her and she practically sits in his lap.
"You won't change your mind when you'll sober up?"- He asks naively. She puts her arms around his neck and buries her face in his neck.
"I won't Humphrey" – She mumbles. – "I'm sick of myself and everything, I just want to argue with you and tease you and you know…just…" – She lifts her head and they look into each others' eyes.
"Kiss?" – He dares to ask. She leans in and answers his question with a kiss and he can feel her red cherry lip gloss mixed with Dom and his butterflies are so alive, he thinks they'd rip his stomach off.