"Out, out, out!" Nick said, handing out umbrellas. It was starting to rain. The couples all shared umbrellas. They were at the girls' favorite bar - Socialista. The line outside was really long, as in you-can't-see-where-it-ends long. The bouncers stood at the door, guarding the velvet rope and making sure that those who weren't so lucky as to get an open invite in stayed out.

"Hey there, would you like to let us in?" asked Harris showing off a goofy smile. Stormy ran over to where Alexis was and pushed Harris out of the protection of the umbrella.

"Hey, that's so not cool!" He grabbed the extra umbrella and stood under it on his own.

"Hey, Bobbie," smiled Alexis and Stormy at the same time, both flashing a gorgeous smile.

"It's been a while," Alexis pouted. "We missed you!"

"Hey, can you let us in? It's pouring!" Stormy groaned, showing him her hair which was beginning to get wet.

"Sure thing, girls," grinned the beefy bouncer. There was a chorus of "hey"s and "no fair"s when they were allowed entrance, but they simply ignored it. It wasn't their fault that they were gorgeous, privileged, and filthy stinking rich.

"Enjoy yourselves, chickies," Stormy grinned evilly as she strode to the bar. She and Alexis had both changed out of their dresses into the limo and into doubly gorgeous outfits that were perfect for an after-party. Stormy had traded in the red ball gown for a black jersey dress with side-ruffles by Moschino with black Wolford tights and a pair of black suede Louboutin platforms. "Get me the usual, Johnny." The bartender nodded before getting to work at Stormy's special mix which she liked to call Poison. She had made it up herself one time she came here and got drunk, mixing tons of different types of liquor until it tasted perfectly satisfying to Stormy's taste, and thus the Poison was created.

"Hey, Storm. What's up?" Stormy turned to see Donnie Cummings with little Nellie Baker. Nellie turned her head and Donnie barely whispered. "She's terrified. Help me!"

"Hey, Donnie. Hey, Nellie," smiled Stormy, holding up two fingers. "Two more, Johnny."

"You ditch, too? Kiersten was making everything suck," Donnie said, shaking his head.

"Yeah, she's getting old," Stormy said, rolling her eyes. She pretended to look to make sure if anybody was here and then stuck out her tongue, sticking her thumb in her mouth. Nellie laughed as Johnny placed three glasses - one of which was very intricate. "Oh no, Johnny. Give Nellie the spare." He nodded without saying anything and poured it into a glass that was almost as pretty and delicate as Stormy's. She handed them glasses and raised her glass. "Cheers!"

"Bottoms up," said Donnie, gulping it down and patting his chest.

"Oh, that was a bit-" Nellie coughed. "Strong?"

She shrugged. "My special mix, nobody can really take it besides...Anne-Marie?"

"Wow, she's good," Nellie said, setting down the glass.

"No, that's not Anne-Marie," Stormy said, pointing to the girl Nick was dancing with. The girl looked like a freaking hurricane of an exotic dancer, and Anne-Marie was much more graceful. She marched over and shook the girl.

"Hey, what the fuck is your problem!?" exclaimed the girl. Stormy stared at her. She sure looked like Anne-Mari from the back - with the same long beachy blonde tresses - but it was not. Stormy had a radar and always knew where her friends were.

"Who the hell are you?" she spat.

"Um, I'm Claudia Nefis? I go to L'Ecole," she said coldly with a French accent.

Stormy stopped and blinked. "There's the accent," she said, re-gaining her self and snarling. "Are you even French? Do you even speak French?"

"Oui. Ma mère et père sont français, chienne," Heather said, glaring at her.

"Je parle français, aussi, putain," Stormy smirked. "Au revoir." She waved Heather off before she turned to Nick.

"Uh, Storm?" he asked nervously, scratching the top of his pale blonde head.

"Nick. I'd advise you to explain things before..." She paused for a moment to think of the correct words. "...before I bitch-slap you, you ass!" She raised her voice and was yelling.

"Look, Storm, it's-" His words were cut off by the sound of a loud slap, resulting with a bright mark brighter than the red dress she was previously wearing.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to listen. Don't bother doing anything. And you know the drill. Everybody is off-limits." She turned and looked at the crowd who'd gathered around her. She blew at their fingers and did not make eye contact. They scattered and the only people still there were Alexis, Pete, and Harris. She grabbed Pete's wrist and checked the time on his Rolex.

"So, where's the after party? You're place or mine?" joked Harris, trying to cheer things up.

"Both. You'll go to your place, and I'll go to mine," Stormy said, rolling her eyes. "Let's go."

"Um, hey, Storms can I stay at your place tonight?" asked Alexis, praying that Stormy wouldn't ask further questions.

"Of course," said Stormy. "What about Brodes?"

"He ditched and went to the Hamptons for the weekend, so he won't be back until tomorrow morning. And my parents are out of town, too," Alexis said, feeling guilty. The only truth was that Brody went to the Hamptons, and for the same exact reason she wanted to stay at the Pierce's. She wanted to forget about her parents.

GOSSIP GIRL BLAST! :

Guess who just got bitch slapped by beauty's pregnant dog, S.

It was none other than the infamous N, who was seen dancing with someone other than A.M. at Socialista.

Why wasn't I invited to the after-party?

You know you love me,

XOXO

Gossip Girl

Alexis shoveled a spoonful of pomegranate Pinkberry yogurt and paused before eating. She turned around and saw Anne-Marie looking very topsy-turvy. Her forest green scarf was crooked, the buttons on her sandy-brown Versace trench were all wrong, and her hair was sticking up, even though she had on a hat. She had huge bags under her eyes as if she had been crying all night. This was bad.

"Anne-Marie, what happened?" she asked after choking down, ignoring the fact that she was paralyzed with brain-freeze.

Anne-Marie said nothing, but plopped down floppily as if she hadn't been taking, and now student-teaching, etiquette lessons since she learned to talk.

"What's going on here?" Kiersten asked as she sat down, her mouth growing wide as she saw her lay her perfect blonde head down on the grimy table.

Stormy un-looped her own scarf and laid the itchy, red fabric as Kiersten propped Anne-Marie's head up. "Annie, it's not the end of the world," said Alexis, trying to make her feel better.

Anne-Marie sat up for a second and Alexis lifted the hat, taking the bobby pins out of her own hair and putting them in Anne-Marie's as Stormy's long, expert fingers moved quickly to braid. She spoke dramatically and very theatrically as they worked. "My life is over. I love him. And I thought he loved me."

"You can start by getting rid of that necklace," Kiersten said. Anne-Marie might as well have been an animal, because when Kiersten reached for it, her hand immediately moved to the necklace, fingering the grooves.

"Don't worry," Stormy said, with a calm, blank expression on her face. "I'll take care of it."

"Oh, dear."