"Come on, S, is this really necessary?" Blair said, tapping her foot as Serena tied a blindfold around her eyes. Blair could feel the scarf get tighter as Serena pulled it and started to tie it. Blair's eyelashes fluttered against the fabric as she tried to see through the black material. "I promised I wouldn't peek or open my eyes."
"It's a hundred percent necessary," Serena giggled as she gently placed her hand on Blair's back and started to guide her towards what Blair assumed was the door. "You are a control freak-"
"Hey!" Blair protested.
"It's the nicest way to put it, B," Serena laughed. "Seriously, you wouldn't even let me plan your bridal shower without looking through every single detail."
"I'm sorry but your taste in flowers and pastries is absolutely horrendous. I wasn't about to have a bridal shower with the fifth best bakery in Manhattan," Blair scoffed as she heard a door open and was pushed down into a chair. "Serena, I thought you said we were going out."
"We are."
"Then why are we still in the hotel suite?" Blair said, moving her head back and forth as though she was looking around. Blair could hear Serena laughing a little bit away from her and bit her lip, "Serena… tell me right now what we are doing in this hotel room? I was promised vodka and tequila and dancing."
"Well, there is going to be dancing…" Serena laughed as Blair felt something, or someone to be more precise, touching her.
Blair yelped, surprised at herself for how child like she sounded, as she felt bare skin (a hand? a leg?) against her leg. A few seconds passed before she felt lips against her neck. "Serena, I said no strippers!" She reached for the blindfold but her hand was slapped away by whoever was pawing at her.
"They're not strippers," Serena countered, "they are exotic dancers."
"I don't care what they are," Blair said, her voice getting louder as she put her arm out, hitting a bare chest. "I want them out. This is not what I was promised." She could hear Serena trying to not laugh. "This is not funny, Serena!" Blair reached for the blindfold and pulled it down. She whipped her head around to see Serena's face buried in a pillow as she was trying to stifle her laugh. "What the fuck, S!"
"Turn around, Blair," Serena said between gasps.
Blair slowly turned, preparing herself for the worst before she found herself face to face with Dan, and a laughing (fully clothed) Nate in the corner. Blair whipped the blindfold in Dan's direction. "You guys are the worst!" she said, covering her face with her hands and feeling her cheeks burn.
Dan was laughing as he walked towards her, catching a shirt from Nate and shoving his head through the hole. "Come on, Blair, it was funny."
"Humiliating," Blair shook her head.
"It was just the four of us," Dan shrugged, kissing the top of her head. "I was expecting a lot friskier."
"I'm a kept woman," Blair finally started laughing, holding up her ring hand. "I can't believe you played along… or that you are here. I thought you guys were going to Vegas." Blair looked past Dan at Nate, "I thought you were taking him to Vegas."
"And miss the exotic Island location and a chance of making Blair Waldorf blush?" Nate said, arching his eyebrows. "I wouldn't miss that opportunity for the world."
Dan took Blair's hand and pulled her up from the chair, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Come on," he said, kissing the side of her head, "let's go have fun one last time as single members of society."
"Shots, shots, shots," Blair demanded, hitting her fists against the table. The four of them were joined at the bar by some of Blair and Dan's friends including Penelope, Isabelle, Kati, Jenny and some of Dan's friends from college. A plate of tequila shots, including salt and lime, were placed in front of her. Blair started to hand them out, taking the one that was the least full for herself. She wanted to be drunk, sure, but she wanted to be the least drunk out of the group. "Who has a toast?"
"To my brother settling down with the reformed devil," Jenny teased, leaning over the table to ruffle Dan's hair.
"To my best friends getting hitched," Serena said, hitting Blair's shot glass lightly with her own.
"To no longer worrying about single Blair scooping up all the men," Penelope smirked.
"To myself," Blair said, raising her shot glass high, "and maybe a bit to Dan."
Dan rolled his eyes and counted down from three before the group of them took the shot and all collectively shuddered. "You are the sweetest," he said, turning his head to Blair and scrunching up his face.
"I heard thats why you proposed."
"Was that it? I thought it was all your connections to the literary world. You know, I'm thinking about publishing a sequel."
Blair playfully shoved his shoulder, "You know they are all busy with my career. Who even knows what a Dan Humphrey is anymore?"
"And living in Brooklyn has brought me from insider to a full circle outsider."
"To Brooklyn," Nate said, laughing, as another round of shots appeared like magic on the table.
Blair was leaning on Dan, his arm snaked around her waist as they leaned against the wall of the club. "I'm drunk," she said, stage whispering to him as she rested her chin against his shoulder.
"Are you? I could not tell at all."
Blair pressed her lips against his cheeks, "You're right. I'm very sober." Blair laughed as she pushed herself off the wall and started to walk in a straight-line, her index finger pressed against her nose. "Look at all the tricks I can do."
"That line you are walking," Dan started, squeezing one eye shut as he pointed in her direction, "is definitely not straight. Maybe even the opposite of straight."
Blair shook her head, "No, it's straight. I'm following the curb."
"I think that curb curves."
They both heard the door open from the club and Serena and Nate walked out looking worried. "There you are," Serena said, looking from Nate to Blair and Dan. "We scoured that club for you."
"I needed fresh air," Blair said, stumbling slightly to Dan who help out his arms. "And my Prince Charming decided to rescue me with his joyful company."
"We should get you two home," Nate said, eyeing Serena before putting his phone to his ear to call the hotel for a car. "How many shots did you convince people to buy for you, Blair?"
"I told them it was my 21st birthday," Blair said, her back against Dan's chest. "People will buy you anything if they think it's your first time legally drinking. Not so much if they think you are getting married to a Brooklyn hipster."
"Or an Upper East Side Princess," Dan said, squeezing her shoulders.
"If they found out you," Blair said, turning to face him and pressing her index finger into his chest, "were marrying me… I bet you they would buy you as many shots as they could for congratulations."
"Come on," Nate said, chuckling, leading them gently to the car that pulled up. "Princess and hipster, let's get you back to the room before one of you gets sick on all those free shots."
Blair sat curled up on the bathroom tile, a pillow beneath her head that Serena had nicely placed there when she put the two of them to bed. "I do not feel so great," she moaned, pressing her legs against the cool tile. She toed Dan's chest, "What about you?"
"Hey," he moaned, "I was just getting back to sleep." Dan rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. "I think the tequila here must be made with something stronger than we're used to in New York."
"That must be it," Blair laughed, "not the amount of shots we took."
"I blame you."
"I feel like I'm going to hear that a lot," she said, pressing her face down on the pillow."
Dan pulled on her foot, "Come here."
Blair practically crawled to him, curling up against him.
"I might blame you for a lot, but I'm glad I'm marrying you." Blair could feel Dan's hands running through her hair and started to close her eyes. "And I'm glad I was here and not in Vegas."
"I'm glad you are the only one that saw my sobriety test performance," Blair said, sighing as she closed her fingers around Dan's. "And I'm glad that you're the one I'm marrying." Blair turned her neck to Dan's face, pressing her lips against his. Blair heard the door to the bathroom open and saw Serena's face from above. "Look, Dan, an angel."
"You two look rough," Serena said, laughing. "I was going to tell you we're going to the pool for breakfast but maybe we'll see you around lunch time."
"Make it dinner," Blair said, closing her eyes. "And Serena?"
"Yes, B?"
"No tequila."
