"I have an amazing plan."
"Does it involve whiskey and afternoon tea? Because that's already been done." Blair stared at the mirror as she held her phone to her ear.
On the other end Serena sighed. "No this one is even better. In the spirit of change and my homecoming," Serena paused for effect, before continuing, "two words: Style swap."
"As in something that hasn't been seen in New York society since those two cute little girls Serena Van Der Woodsen and Blair Waldorf decided to swap dresses half way through afternoon tea?" Blair picked up a dress from her bed and held it to her. "I'm intrigued."
"Well obviously this time we won't swap clothes in the toilets, trying to tie each others bows whilst giggling our seven year old asses off. I say that I come round now with the outfit I had decided on and we swap."
"I have to admit it does have amusing potential. It's been a while since I had a change of style."
"So it's agreed? I'll set off now, see you in five."
Blair waited for the line to go dead before she tossed her phone on the bed. She began to rummage in her wardrobe for the perfect Blair-esq outfit.
Deciding on the fussy blue blouse she'd bought last week from Bendels with the pleated cuffs and huge bow teamed with the knee length tartan skirt in light cream, Blair laid the outfit out on the bed. She went further into her closet, selecting a pair of blue sling backs from her shoe collection as she made her way to her accessory cupboard.
As she opened the doors she scrutinised the rows of headbands and scarves, trying to work out whether Serena would suit a bow or if a clashing tartan pattern would work better. The door to her bedroom opened and Serena's voice rang out around the room.
"B?"
"Closet!" Blair called out, picking up a blue satin headband and a pair of pearl earrings.
"Nice selection, you know how much I love blue."
"Well I thought I'd at least give you a colour you'd suit." Blair observed the bag slung over Serena's arm. "Well?"
Serena grinned and opened the bag. She pulled out her favourite pair of denim shorts, a white tunic shirt and black waistcoat.
"And I go barefoot?"
Serena shook her head and indicated to the pair of cowboy boots on her feet. "I've come equipped with half the contents of my bangle drawer too, don't worry."
"I never do, S." Blair picked up the shirt and held it up in front of her. "Best get this over with then."
After ten minutes both girls were dressed and ready. Serena finished brushing her hair back into a neat bun and stood up to join Blair.
"Tea then?"
The two girls nodded to each other and left the apartment for the Palace Hotel.
It didn't take long for the cab to pull up outside and for the pair to rush into the tea room in a giggling mess of arms, legs and expensive shoes.
Serena collapsed onto a chair before realising that it was difficult to lounge about in one of Blair Waldorf's most prim outfit. She sat up properly, like she was taught when she was a little girl.
Blair slipped into the seat opposite, waving away an eager waitress as she glanced around the room. They were five minutes early and there was no sign of the guys.
"One day they might actually arrive before us."
"Especially after they spent the night in Chuck's suite."
"Remind me again why they did that?" Blair picked a grape from a bunch in the middle of the table.
"Partying the night away at a club three blocks down. I'm sure they're just pouring themselves out of bed now."
Blair nodded with a frown etched on her pretty face. "Why have we ended up with boyfriends that insist on drinking themselves into an early grave?"
"It is our lot as UES princesses. It's training for when we marry multi-billionaires who drink from lunchtime onwards and forget social engagements."
"Who's marrying multi-billionaires?" Chuck and Nate appeared from the residential area of the hotel.
"Any girl with any sense."
"Fair enough. Serena, why are you dressed like Blair?"
"Because she has a fantastic taste in fashion." Blair poured herself a cup of tea and slipped in a shot of whiskey alongside it. Chuck took in Blair's outfit with surprise.
"Style swap? Surely you haven't reintroduced this phenomenon?"
"Last time you did this was when Blair was going through her pinafore dress phase and Serena had taken to wearing her hair in tiny plaits." Nate grinned at the girls as the memory of Serena trying to plait twelve year old Blair's hair.
"Well we've decided to bring it back for one day only in celebration of Serena's homecoming. It has been nearly a year since we graduated high school and we have made the choice to honour that."
Serena nodded as Blair concluded her sentence. The blonde girl smoothed out her skirt and reached for the bottle of whiskey residing in her bag. "It was my idea of course; I still have trouble imagining Blair volunteering to wear my 'hippie fashionista' outfits."
"Well I can't help it if I have an aversion to loose shirts and headscarves."
"They're comfortable!" Serena exclaimed. "This headband is already given me a headache."
"Oh but Serena, you look so…regal."
"Yes, you could almost be a member of our dear stepsister's posse."
"Because all I've ever wanted is to help rule Constance Billard again."
"Who could blame you; it was so fun the first time." Blair shrugged as she sipped her tea. "I never appreciated how easy high school was until now."
"There is something to be said for having every second of the day planned out for you and an entire class of girls willing to do anything you say." Serena agreed, prompting a look between Chuck and Nate.
"What you need is to be in control of one of the largest corporations in New York. It's pretty much the same thing but you don't get the added benefit of being dressed identically."
Nate shook his head whilst laughing to himself. "Blair liked dressing identically; it made it easier to spot those who were different."
"So how many people in your dorm adopted the headband trend?"
"Yes were they worshipping the ground you walked on?"
"Oh haha you're all so hilarious." She glared at her three friends over her cup. "I cannot help it if I was born to rule the UES."
Chuck grinned as he watched his girlfriend pick up a piece of fruit cake off the plate in front of her and take a tiny bite. "And I must say my dear; you are every inch the born queen."
Blair smiled across the table, prompting Nate and Serena to roll their eyes.
"Please, no mental sex at the table. Afternoon tea is a civilised affair."
"You'd think that now you two are getting it regularly, with each other I might add, you'd be a bit more understanding."
"B, no one will ever understand your sexual appetite. Except Chuck."
"It's his fault in the first place."
"I can't help it if I awoke the sexual monster inside of my girlfriend. She has quite an impressive desire to…"
"Eww Chuck!" Serena interrupted. "Please don't go any further; the images in my mind are already too much to deal with."
Chuck smirked at his stepsister as he reached for Blair's hand across the table. Blair smiled at him in return. Serena allowed a small smile to pass over her features as she watched them stare into each others eyes. On Wednesday it was their one year anniversary and even Serena had to admit that it still took her by surprise when Chuck managed to act like a faithful boyfriend.
On her right hand side Nate was watching his best friend and his girlfriend intently. He glanced at Serena with a grin on his face.
"Wednesday's gonna be good." He stated.
So I had total writers block writing this so I hope it's ok!