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Chuck sat on the couch in his suite, scotch in hand, looking in disdain at the half-dressed women fawning over all the other males in the room. He was surprised he ever found any of these trashy women entertaining. At least the models he and Blair scouted for for their game were decent to look at.
Chuck slouched further down the couch, resting his head back, downing the last couple drops of scotch. He looked at the bottom of his glass to find it completely empty, scowling over the fact that he now had no alcohol and no energy to get himself a refill. Usually he'd ask one of the bimbo cocktail servers to get him some, but the last one didn't get the fact that Chuck was not interested in her and he practically had to throw her off of him.
The fact that Nate wasn't even at the party yet was really pissing him off too. What the fuck was up with that? Nathaniel clearly lost some more brain cells over the summer. Chuck gave a look of disgust as he concluded that Nate's increasing stupidity was most likely a result of all the time he had been slumming around in Brooklyn.
As if on cue, Nate walked into Chuck's suite looking angry and definitely not in the mood to be festive. Nate spotted Chuck and headed over to where he was sitting. He grabbed a bottle of vodka off one of the server's trays and threw himself down on the couch. He untwisted the cap and took a chug of the bitter fluid and looked straight ahead.
"Well, Nathaniel. I'd say great party, but I like to think our friendship is based on honesty. I mean really, what the hell were you thinking with the naked woman fondue fountain?"
Nate remained silent, only giving Chuck a quick glare before turning to focus his gaze straight ahead again.
"Why are you so late, anyways? Made a stop in Brooklyn?"
Nate remained quiet, taking another swig from his bottle.
"I didn't know they moved on from pick-pocketing wallets and purses to stealing speech capabilities."
"I don't want to talk about, Chuck."
Chuck held his gaze on Nate for a few moments longer before leaning his head back on the couch.
Nate pulled out a bag of hash and tipped his head towards the balcony. Chuck shook his head and glanced in the other direction at the bar.
"I need a refill first," explained Chuck.
Nate nodded, "Meet me on the balcony," and proceeded towards the double doors that led outside.
Chuck put his phone down on the bar and began digging through the cabinets for the bottle of scotch he had hidden. He found the bottle, pursing his lips as he read the label and unscrewed the top. He took a swig and sighed, making his way towards the balcony, completely forgetting about his phone.
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"Serena! Stop walking so fast! Some of us don't have giraffe legs to make such big strides," Blair complained, lugging her heavy suitcases from the baggage claim to the exit.
Serena rolled her eyes and slowed down her pace. "B, c'mon! Three flights have landed in the past half hour, all the taxis are going to be taken!"
Blair glared at the back of Serena's head. If looks could kill...well, Serena Van der Woodsen would have been long dead.
"I understand that, S," said Blair, emphasizing the S with a lower tone, "however, unlike American men, French men seem to know nothing about being a gentleman and helping a struggling lady with her luggage!"
Serena ignored Blair and made her way outside. She squealed and clapped her hands as she stepped onto the sidewalk. "B, we're really here! Je love Paris!"
Blair raised her eyebrow and was about to protest to Serena's attempt at speaking French, but Serena started to wave her arm in the air to get a cab. "Hey! Excuse me!"
The taxi near them continued on, ignoring Serena and her shouts.
Blair stood, looking down at her manicured nails, before suggesting in a knowing tone "Well, we could always call for limo service..."
"No, B! A limo would require us to use a good chunk of the cash we have on hand and then we'd have to use a credit card. Why do you think I booked the hotels we're staying at with my mom's card? You know what happens when we start using our credit card..."
"S, Chuck is not going to track us down by checking out where we're using our credit cards."
"Um, excuse me, but do you even know who your boyfriend is? I feel like I have to keep reminding you that he's got a P.I. on speed dial."
"You were the one that told me not to worry about Chuck following us so much! See, now you really do think he's going to find out! And then we'll be broken up and I'll end up all alone till I'm gray and old. I'll probably have tons of cats and never leave my house."
"Blair, I still don't think Chuck is going to find out, but that's only if you give him no reason to. Using your card, well, you might as well just take a picture of yourself in front of the eiffel tower and send it to him."
Blair rolled her eyes before groaning in frustration. "But, Serena, my feet hurt in these heels and I've gotten more of a workout lugging these suitcases than I've ever had in my life! I just want to get to the hotel and take a nice, long bubble bath."
"And you will. Just be patient, B." Serena looked at the street again, stepping on her tip toes to try and spot a cab among all the people getting in and out of cars.
A man in jeans and a simple t-shirt walked up to Blair and tapped her on the shoulder. Blair turned and gave the guy a look of disgust. Why was he smiling at her like that? And why was he so happy? She certainly wasn't.
"Excusez-moi, I couldn't help but overhear your converzation with your friend. You two are American?"
Blair kept the look of disgust on her face, but Serena smiled brightly back at the man who spoke with a French accent.
Serena stuck her hand out to shake the French man's before replying, "Yes! You're French?"
Blair gave Serena an incredulous look as if to say 'duh!' She turned her body away from the French man, dismissing him from her presence, but the man continued to smile at Serena.
"Oui! Are you staying in ze city?"
Serena nodded excitedly, "Yes, but we can't seem to get a ride to our hotel!"
The French man's smile became wider, "Don't worry, I know ze guys that drive ze taxis, you can ride with me, if you like. My name iz Olivier."
Serena squealed, "Oh my gosh, thank you! That would be great! I'm Serena, and this is my friend Blair."
Blair whipped her head towards Serena, "S!" She gave the French man a fake smile before pulling Serena towards her and whispering, "We don't even know this guy! What are you doing?! He could be a serial killer or a rapist for all we know!"
Serena looked over her shoulder and found the French man conversing with a taxi driver. "B, he looks like a normal guy. And he says he knows the taxi drivers here. Look, he's even gotten one of them to stop."
"Yeah, probably after he threatened the guy with a gun! I am not getting in the car with him."
"He did not threaten him. The taxi driver is smiling, he doesn't look like he was just held against his will at gun point."
"I am not getting in the cab with him," replied Blair, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Fine, have it your way. You can just wait here until one of the cabs stop for you. And if they don't, you can just walk all the way to the hotel in your heels with your heavy luggage."
Blair lifted her chin up, keeping her arms crossed, refusing to budge from her spot.
Serena shrugged and walked towards the French man and the driver, nodding that she would accept the ride. The French man appeared to have inquired about Blair since he looked over at Blair with a confused frown. Serena glanced briefly at Blair before facing Olivier again. She shook her head 'no' before allowing the driver to put her luggage in the trunk. Blair watched and bit her lip, scared about being left alone. Just as the driver was about to close the trunk, Blair grabbed her suitcase and yelled, "Wait!" She briskly walked towards the driver and placed her suitcase in front of him. "Be careful, it's Prada," and with that she got into the car with Serena and Olivier right behind her.
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"I told you he was normal, Blair. You just have to think the worse about people."
Blair ignored Serena as she continued her tour of their hotel suite. It was actually the hotel's penthouse and was located on the highest floor. She made her way towards the bathroom and admired the big marble tub. She looked out the bathroom window, which gave a view of the balcony and a view of the window on the opposite side of the balcony. She remained in her spot, looking across the balcony into the other window only to find a view of their living room. Serena appeared behind the window, looking down as she turned on some music. She began dancing to some 80's song in front of the window, oblivious to the fact that Blair could see her. Blair rolled her eyes and moved to lock the bathroom door.
She sighed in relief as she realized that Serena would be distracted for awhile and Blair would be able to check her phone for any missed calls from Chuck. She smiled as she saw he had called and left a message for her. She put the phone to her ear and smirked as she listened to it. Her cheeks flushed as she also recalled the memory of their last night together before the trip. Blair continued listening as she made her way back to the spot by the window and watched Serena dancing.
She smiled and looked down at her phone once the message ended and flipped her phone shut. She looked back up at the window and felt all the air rush out of her lungs. She put a hand over her mouth to keep herself from screaming. Her heart started beating erratically as she watched the scene unfold before her.
Serena had been grabbed by two men, getting her mouth duct taped shut and her arms tied together behind her. Serena was attempting to scream and make her way out of the two guys' hold, but they only held onto her tighter dragging her away from Blair's view. Blair grabbed onto the counter with one hand and put her other hand on her chest, trying to keep her heart from, what she felt like, would explode out of her.
The men turned off the music and Blair quickly made her way to the bathroom door and put her ear against it, straining to hear the two men. She heard Serena's muffled screams through the duct tape and felt herself choking on the limited oxygen she was getting into her lungs at the moment.
"Where's the other girl?" one of the men called out.
"I don't know. She has to be here, though. Olivier said they were both dropped off here."
Blair's eyes widened at the mention of the 'friendly' stranger they had met at the airport. If Blair wasn't so scared out of her mind for Serena and herself, she would have basked in an A-ha moment.
"Well, find her! She's the one we have to get."
Blair put her hand over her mouth again and quickly ran over to the other side of the bathroom and flipped open her phone. She scrolled through her phonebook and called the only person she wanted with her right then at that moment.
"Pick up, pick up! Come on, Chuck. Please!" Blair paced back and forth on the plush rug in the bathroom, hands trembling from fear.
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Chuck laughed as he downed another glass of scotch. He had lost count of how many drinks he had had, but it didn't matter because he was finally enjoying himself.
"Archibald, I have to say, this party isn't so bad."
Nate, after much alcohol and a good smoke, had finally gotten over his foul mood that had lingered since the meeting with his grandfather. Nate grinned at Chuck. "Want more?" Nate pointed towards Chuck's empty glass. Chuck tossed his glass to Nate and threw himself down on the couch, not even minding anymore when the bimbo servers scooted closer to him and began talking to him.
Nate walked over to the bar and set the glass down on the counter. He reached for a bottle of scotch and poured it into the glass, stopping when saw something moving near him on the counter. He realized it was a phone vibrating and reached for it. He looked at the cover and realized it was Chuck's before peering down at the screen to find Blair's name flashing, indicating that she was calling.
He looked over at Chuck only to find him lighting up on the couch next to two girls who were smiling flirtaciously at him. He looked back down at the screen and decided that it wouldn't matter if Chuck didn't talk to Blair for one night. They had been spending the whole summer together. Plus, it was the Lost Weekend, meaning no girlfriends allowed.
Nate grabbed the phone and put it inside a drawer in the bar area so that no one would take it. He then proceeded to filling Chuck's glass with scotch before heading back towards the couch.
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Blair felt tears well up in her eyes when she only got Chuck's voicemail as an answer. She couldn't keep her voice from shaking as she left him a message.
"Chuck! Oh God! Please don't hate me, but I'm not really in Miami. I'm in Paris," Blair paused as she heard footsteps becoming louder in the hallway. "Two guys broke into our room and they've got Serena and now they're coming for me. Chuck," Blair began crying into the phone when she heard the men rattling the door knob, trying to get in. "Please, Chuck, you have to come get us! They're going to take me too, you have to hurry! We're staying at the Hotel," but didn't finish the name of the hotel and instead screamed as the men broke down the door that very second. One of the men grabbed Blair and tied her hands together and covered her mouth with duct tape, as they had done to Serena. Blair tried kicking the man, but his grip on her was too strong. She tried wiggling her body free, but the man only yanked on her hair to stop her. The other guy who was holding onto Serena shoved her towards his partner and Blair, bending down to grab the dropped cell phone.
The guy looked at the screen only to find that the call hadn't been ended. After putting the phone to his ear and realizing a message was being recorded, he spoke, "Bass, you should have known better."