In she entered her walk-in closet looking for something slinky and sexy to wear. She decided to not waste away the night without a little bit of fun. As she rummaged through her designer clothes, her eyes fell upon a beautiful dress. The dress. The dress used to use her and get his hotel back. Great, here comes that feeling, that aweful feeling. Blair pushed him to the back of her mind and heart not wanting to think about him. It just hurt too much. She picked up the dress and threw it in the trash and went back into her closet without a glance back. Even before this "situation," she had spent so much mourning over him. But she was done. She wasn't going to cry, scream, whine, wonder "why?," or breakdown one bit. She was going to skip that part and jump right to the part where she is over him and their love. Tonight would be the start, she decided.
That's when she saw it. "This is perfect", the murmured. Blair pulled out a back silky dress that came about mid-thigh and a low neck line that slung down. It was time to get ready for a night she wouldn't forget ...
***
He's sitting in his limo contemplating where to go. "I can't do," this thinks Chuck miserable. I can't face her after what I did. Not without a couple drinks first atleast. "To Victrola," Chuck yells to his limo driver.
He decides to sit in a place to relive the past. The place where he watched his love put on the most amazing show he would never forget. He, of course, ordered his infamous Scotch. He was looking at the stage but of course that isn't what he was focused on. His mind was set to Blair. He had to find a way to make it up to her because not only did he love her, he would make sure to prove to Jack he was wrong. He can't ruin Chuck's life. But, to prove him wrong, Chuck needed Blair, and to do that, he was going to do what many say is the best. To talk to her. But what expertise did Chuck have in talking about feelings? It wasn't exactly his .
forte. But he would try, for her. "For her," Chuck murmured to himself as he took one last shot of his drink and got up to find his Blair.
***
Blair entered the Victrola with a black Burberry coat wrapped around her little black dress. She was wearing ruby red lipstick that made her lips look delightfully delicious. Her eyes scanned the room for a guy that would be fun to toy with for the night. But also for Chuck in high hopes he would be here for a drink so she could show him she was over him. She herself knew this wasn't right, but when has she done anything right? Certainly Chuck wasn't right for her, her mind thought. But her heart begged to differ.
Finally she saw a worthy contestant for her little game. He sat alone at the bar sipping on a drink. He wore a black suit with dark black hair and piercing blue eyes. Handsome? Indeed. Chuck? No, she thought. "Stop," she silently screamed to herself. She needed to stop thinking about him. He was gone. She needed to move on. Regardless if her plan was partly to get him back. She straightened her poster, wore her infamous sexy smirk, put a little sway in her hip, and began towards the bar. Halfway there, he looked up and their eyes connected. The mystery man's eyes widdened and bit at the beauty in front of him and looked back to his drink as if it became the most interesting thing in the world. She smirked to herself at this reacction. Finally she reached the bar and placed her hand beside the man's drink. "Well hello there," she said in her sexiest voice. "Umh, h-hello," he stuttered as he stared up at her with those ocean blue eyes. "Mind if I take a seat," Blair asked with an innocent smile.
There was something about him. She couldn't place her finger on it. But she felt the need to be sweet and gentle with him. "Of course, Ms... ?," Waldforf she told him. "It's nice to meet you," he said with a beautiful smile as Blair sat on the stool beside him. His teeth were shiny white, and when he smiled, it reached his eyes. Blair was startled by his looks. He's goregous, she thought. She couldn't form words, so she just smiled back at him. "Would you like a drink," he offered with his hand in the air ready to signal the bar tender. Blair nodded at him. Soon, they both had a drink in their hand.
They began talking. Talking with him was so easy. He had a great sense of humor. She learned his name was Drew Johnson and he worked as a doctor. He wasn't into bars very much. They only reason he was there was because he had recently learned his girlfriend had been lying to him about sleeping with his brother and needed a drink, like every man. Blair had to question this girls thoughts. He was such a great guy, why would any girl want anyone else? Once he was finished his story, they sat in silence for a couple minutes.
"I recently just had my heart broken too," she whispered with tears forming in her eyes as she thought of Chuck. He asked what had happened. And surprisingly, she told him the whole story about Jack, and Chuck, and the hotel. She would have normally never told anyone that, but Drew just seemed so easy to talked to, and he probably understood how she felt.
"Now what guy in the right mind want to hurt you," he questioned. Blair chuckled. But she didn't want to spend the rest of the night talking about their heartbreaks. She wanted to have a bit of fun. And he seemed like a fun guy. "Hey, Drew, let's get out of her, maybe go to a club and dance," she offered before she thought. "We could both use a fun night." Drew stared at her, "sure, that honestly sounds perfect," he replied. Blair smiled.
He got her coat and took her hand. She didn't think much of it. Drew and Blair were off for some friendly fun while a pair of dark brown eyes watched with a whole different meaning in mind.
A/N - Uh Oh, Chuck is thinking the worst, let's hope he doesn't do anything he'll regret. If you liked it & want more, Review ! :)
