Originally, I wasn't going to write from Blair's perspective in this story, but I had too much fun thinking about Blair getting drunk at a bar to not write this.

Interlude--Blair's POV

The next night, Blair went out with the girls again. She was frustrated with herself—the whole day all she could think about was what Chuck had said and she just wanted to forget about him. Besides, its not like he meant it—the he was worried about her. Chuck was the most selfish human being alive, he probably didn't care if she was alive or dead. He just said that to screw with her.

Which is why Blair forced herself to forgot all about it…well, at least until she started drinking.

This wasn't like her. Blair Waldorf was classy, she didn't slum it at clubs on the weekend like her best friend who hadn't returned her phone calls all well. Blair didn't really like drinking, she was just stressed out, annoyed…and maybe a little sexually frustrated.

Which doesn't exactly explain why she already turned down two guys that night. Blair may have been horny, but she wasn't willing to settle for some lacrosse player with frosted tips and a fake tan. She needed someone tall, dark and…smirking. Damn it! She scolded herself, No, not smirking. Handsome. Chuck was definitely not handsome. Well maybe a little. Oh, who am I kidding?

She regarded the shot in front of her for a moment before throwing it back. She tried not to cringe as the liquor hit the back of her throat. How a certain scarf-wielding pervert drank this poison on a daily basis, she'd never understand.

"So can I get you another one of those?" some sleazy guy asked her. Blair rolled her eyes as he not so subtly leaned over and looked down her shirt.

Seriously do I look that desperate?

"Will you excuse me? I have to go call the babysitter" she said, walking away.

That's when she bumped into Hazel, Penelope and Is.

"B, what is your deal? That's the third hot guy you've turned down!" Penelope said.

"The rest of us should be so lucky" Hazel quipped under her breath.

"What? No, he was gross. I mean is there something in the water tonight or what? If Chuck knew how many guys were hitting on me, he'd totally come down here and beat them up" Blair said.

Whoops! How did he pop back into her subconscious?

Hazel and Is exchanged a glance.

"Um, are we thinking of the same Chuck Bass? The Chuck we know has gotten sucker-punched more times that he can count" Penelope said.

"Well, yeah, but he would do it to protect me" Blair said defensively, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"Um, maybe back when he was sleeping with you" Is said "Guys are only nice when there's something in it for them."

"Not uh, he said he was worried about me just the other night" Blair said.

Stupid, stupid Blair! Stop digging your own social gravestone!

"Wait, when did you and Chuck talk?" Hazel asked.

"Um, last night" Blair said, looking at her peep-toe shoes "When I said I was going to the bathroom."

"Oh my God, girls" Penelope said "I believe our Queen lost her drunk-dialing virginity last night."

"To Chuck. Shocker" Hazel said.

"Why are you making it sound so bad? So I called an ex, so what?" Blair asked, downing another shot.

"Well, why didn't you call Nate? He's more of an ex than Chuck" Penelope asked.

"Cause Nate's boring. And unlike you, I don't still carry a torch for him" Blair told her.

"No, you carry one for that Basshole, which is even worse" Penelope said.

"Hey, you don't even know him!" Blair cried.

"Don't I? Summer before sophomore year. Ask him about it sometime" she said with confidence.

The thought of Chuck and Penelope having sex made Blair shutter, so down went another shot.

"Oh big deal, you hooked up. That doesn't mean you know him at all. Chuck is one of the sweetest, funniest guys I've ever known" Blair confessed.

Oh My Effin God did I just say that? What the hell is in these shots anyways? Truth serum?

"He's also a huge jerk who maliciously destroyed your reputation via Gossip Girl" Hazel told her.

"Oh yeah, thank God you guys totally had my back with that disaster. Oh wait…"

"You deserved what you got" Penelope sneered.

"Yeah, you're right I did. Because that whole thing was partially my fault. You don't know the whole story, how bad I hurt him" Blair said on the verge of tears.

Why the hell was she crying? She didn't feel upset. What was going on?

"You know what Blair, save it. You're completely trashed. We'll call you a cab and you can give your sweet, funny lover-boy another buzz" Penelope taunted.

"Fine, and you can continue to pine after Nate like the pathetic groupie you are" Blair told her.

She grabbed her bag and got ready to storm out.

"Oh, and before you weasel your way into Nate's bed, P, you should know that he's got all the right equipment, but has absolutely no idea what to do with it" Blair spat out.

"I'd be more than happy to teach him" Penelope offered.

"I'm sure you would" Blair said, leaving the bar.

She would go home, get ready for bed, and NOT call Chuck.

...That was the plan at least.