A/N: Here's the third drabble-y ficlet in this collection. I guess you would assume Chuck and Blair are already together in this one. Enjoy! R&R! Thanks! –Mac
Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl.
Sleep It Off
Chuck was lounging on a couch, sipping at his drink and watching the other people at the party come and go, drink and laugh, stumble and slur. He observed Serena and Dan dancing close, Kati and Is chatting drunkenly with a couple St. Jude's underclassmen, Little J blatantly flirting and Nate being his usual oblivious self. There was one figure unaccounted for, and he was about to make a second sweep of the room to look for her when she dropped down on the couch beside him.
"Chucky!" Blair exclaimed, her face just inches from his. He could feel her breath, warm against his cheek, and smell the strong scent of alcohol.
"Blair," Chuck returned, "I do believe you're drunk."
Blair rolled her eyes, "You don't know anything, Bass."
"There are a few things I do know in life, Waldorf. Money, women and alcohol." Chuck responded, leaning his head so he was looking right into her eyes. "You are smashed Blair."
"Okay, maybe I'm an insy teensy weenie little bit drunk." Blair giggled and leaned against Chuck's chest. "But is that so bad?"
Chuck tensed when Blair began to curl against him, but at her question he relaxed, "No, Blair, it's not bad. You could benefit from kicking back and letting go every once in awhile."
"I'm an uptight bitch, aren't I?" Blair asked, tilting her head up toward Chuck, pouting slightly.
"Yes you are." Chuck answered, and Blair frowned. He then added, "But that's what I like about you."
"You like me, Chuck?"
"More than that." Chuck murmured, causing Blair to smile. She suddenly pushed herself up and kissed him. Her hands framed his face as her lips meshed with his.
As she pulled away, and settled back against his chest, she sighed, "I'm definitely drunk."
Her eyes fluttered closed and her breathing evened out. Pre-Blair Chuck would have shied away and left the girl passed out on the couch. But not this time, not with this girl. He slowly wrapped an arm around her shoulders, trying to not disturb her, and settled inn to let her sleep it off against his shoulder.