For anyone unfamiliar with the term, a Jägerbomb is a depth charge cocktail made by dropping a shot of Jägermeister into a glass of Red Bull. I am infamous for not being able to drink one all in one go, and they are infamous for being the party drink of teenagers - I was out at a birthday party last night as well as re-watching some GG, hence the inspiration. This piece is set in 1x13, after Blair has left the bar that a wonderfully pink cardigan-ed Chuck is being cruel in, and when you see his eyes once she's gone...I don't think he expected her to let him go so easily.
Enjoy.

Jägerbomb

'I'll keep a light on
All the rest have
The rest have blown
I'll keep your bed warm
And the stillness keeps me
Where'd we go?'
– Every Light Has Blown, South.

'A further concern is the effect that the stimulant-depressant combination has upon the heart.'
– Wikipedia article on the Jägerbomb cocktail.

Bridges burn in the night between then to now, now to forever – God, he's young. He's so young that he doesn't even mark the changing of the seasons, except to comment on the colours of the leaves. He's so young that he doesn't understand what eyes and hands mean, what reaching out is. He so young that he thinks the world will wait forever, and he'll grow up to meet it.

He walks in straight lines when the leaves are falling.

He's young enough to trust that every word he says just rolls right on over, like water beneath one of those bridges he's burnt. 'I don't want you anymore', he says, and doesn't expect her to believe it. Only...only there's a catch in her lungs, and he's turned it on and drowned her. Her hair fans out around her face as she sinks, and he knows she's still beautiful, still perfect, still untouched because never will she ever allow him to touch her again. He laid his cold fingers on her heart, and that's enough. It's enough to drown in water without worrying about snow too.

Enough for anyone to bear.

This is the way his life will run, with this girl, this girl, her, she: you don't even have me/I don't want you anymore/I can't see why anyone else would. Except...except it's you don't even have me, but I can have you, and that's enough to keep us together. It's I don't want you anymore; I need you here, needing me back. It's I can't see why anyone else would think you were still waiting to be rescued; I'm here, aren't I? He's pretty sure he can't save her, not when he's supposedly too young to buy a drink.

That doesn't mean anyone else should get the chance.

Chuck drops a shot of something into a glass of something cold and hard, and the city lights gleam outside the window. He knows that somehow, somewhere, he's made her cry, and that's enough to blow every light. Angel wings are spread over the water where she went down; he drinks because she's watching him as she dies and God, he's too young to be in love.

Fin.