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When; Evening of the first, post tournament, until God knows when the second.
Rating; Call it R to be safe?
Characters; Chuck Bass [

basstardchuck], Serena van der Woodsen [

theserenashow], Dawn Summers [

tothelibrary]
Summary; Thanks to Nate's memory wiping, Serena van der Woodsen now thinks she's someone else. A very, very drunk and slutty someone else. And wouldn't you know, Dawn looks just like her old friend and partner in crime. Add some lying and Chuck Bass to the mix and there's no way this will end badly, right?
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It's surprisingly easy to get Serena to the club. Getting her out might be a different story, but at least Dawn can keep an eye on her here.

...Chuck better show up. Or Dawn might have to just... knock Serena out and tie her up until her memories come back.

"C should show up sooner or later. Then we can get to work emptying daddy's coffers." She keeps one arm snug around Serena's waist, all possessive smiles. At least Georgina was apparently psycho and touchy. That makes this part easier. "Until then, just you and me, S."

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Savannah was surprisingly easy to get to the club because Savannah has spent her day since 12PM "cheering up" lonely bar patrons and Savannah is now more than a little intoxicated. Although, in truth, Savannah wouldn't object to clubbing in any state of mind. So this is Savannah, stumbling a ~~little~~ lot as she trails Dawn through the club. The first thing that's coming off are her shoes, partially because they hurt and partially because she just nearly twisted her ankle trying the keep her balance. She used to be so good at this. It's like she hasn't been clubbing for months even though she's certain she was out with Svetlana just last week. She'd dwell on it but she doesn't have the attention span in her intoxicated state. Oh well.

"Well it's not like we need Chuck Bass t'get a party started anyway," she drawls.

Dawn thinks Savannah needs AA and a strong cup of coffee or a bazillion. Svetlana, however, just smiles and laughs. "You might wanna take the shoes off before plastic surgery becomes a necessity and not just an investment for the future. I'll help."

Sitting Serena down at a table, Dawn crouches, careful not to flash the room in her-- way, way, way, thank you Buffy's amnesia!-- too short skirt. "And of course we don't. I just can't wait to see the look on his face when he realizes his chances are slim to none."

IT took him longer than he thought to get there, but when he saw Serena and Dawn, he was really glad he made it after all.
He approached their table with his trademark smile and called the waitress with his hand. He ordered scotch on rocks, the only drink that could get him through this and sat down.

"Ladies, you two look stunning. NOt that expected anything less," he complimented them, paying especially close attention to Dawn's dress. IT was oh so deliciously short.

Despite his guarding duties, Chuck was having a relatively good time. At some point he decided to collect on that promised dance and he took Dawn's hand. He leaned closer.

"I believe I had a dance promised," he said quietly with a smile. Normally he would whisper, but with the music, it was the next best thing.

Without waiting for her answer, he stood up and pulled her up as well.

"I think I remember that, vaguely."

Dawn winked at an increasingly inebriated Serena, then shrugged as if to say 'what can you do' and headed off to the dance floor with Chuck. Standing slightly awkwardly, she looked back to see if Serena was paying attention, then let the Georgina smirk fade off her face. "Thanks for doing this, Chuck. Serena's my friend, but this version can be kind of exhausting."

He put his hands on her waist and pulled her closer. If asked, he would tell her that this was to make Serena less suspicious. But the truth was, he simply wanted to. And Chuck Bass always got what he wanted, despite the recent setbacks.

He moved with her, for a second simply enjoying the dance.

"As surprising as it might sound, Serena always could party longer than anyone else."

Dawn let herself be pulled in, tilting her head up slightly so she can look Chuck in the face. Her shoes are next to Serena's, on the table, and without them he has a few inches on her. Not much, which is nice. Makes things less awkward.

"Not all that surprised, really. I mean, she's been drinking all day, she's drinking more now, and not only is she still up and ready to go, she hasn't fallen and died yet. That's stamina."

"They say practice makes perfect," he remarked, throing a quick glance in Serena's direction. Just to make sure she's still there and not making out with some investment banker. Not that the City had any investment bankers...

"She'll sleep it all off. No need to worry."

"I think I'll have to settle for less than perfection, then, if that's how you get it. Darn." Dawn looked back as well, sighing in relief when a quick glance shows Serena hasn't wandered off or gotten naked or something equally troubling.

"No, I know. I just... really don't want her to do anything she can't take back, once her memories are all unscrambled."

He rolled his eyes slightly. "We're in the City. You can take a lot of things back around here. What's with the curses and deities twisted sense of humor..."

He pushed away a strand of hair from her face and smiled despite himself.

"You're a good friend though. You'd fit right into what Blair refers to as the Non-Judging Breakfast Club. You already mastered getting Serena out of trouble. Now all you need to do is drink at least one tequila shot and you're as good as accepted," he joked.

Her shoes are off and she's seated- for not, at least. Savannah reclines in her chair, eyes closed, and dedicates a few moments to her other four senses. There isn't much to do by way of smell and the only taste in her mouth is the aftertaste of gin and cigarette smoke but she can definitely hear and she's working her way toward touch. The music is pumping past her eardrums, through her veins, and in tune with every solitary nerve impulse. Touch. Feel. Dance. Savannah opens her eyes and narrows a suggestive glance towards "Dawn". She drains the contents of the drink in her hand and and sets it on the table. Then she stands and glides away as if on autopilot, not bothering to put her shoes back on as she steers herself toward the dance floor with as much grace as any severely inebriated seventeen-year-old can muster.

Sorry, Chuck. She hardly even noticed your presence.

Dawn frowned. "You'd be surprised." There are some memories in that one. Cursed or not, hurt is hurt. Sometimes it's worse when you can't blame the person at fault.

She blushed a little, raising her hand to tuck the hair more firmly behind her ear, returning Chuck's smile.

"Thanks. Serena makes it easy." Casting a glance over at her, Dawn rolled her eyes and amended, "Okay, she usually makes it easy. But it's not a big deal. And is there another entrance fee? I'm so not a tequila girl. Blair invited me shopping when this is all over. I could carry bags?"

Chuck laughed. "I'm afraid it doesn't exactly fit the profile. But we'll find some sort of substitute. Don't worry."

He leaned towards her and spoke quietly into her ear.

"And I promise to be on my best behavior."

Okay, so he was seducing her. Who could blame him, really?

Dawn ducked her head, grinning. "I think I should be a little bit afraid. No public nudity, right?"

Her blush amped up a few more notches. Really, that's a little close for whispering in someone's ear, right? But Dawn's not objecting, so much as... desperately reminding herself she has a boyfriend already. Even if he's not in the City, or... dancing really well with her.

"I'll believe that when I see it." Time for a subject change, because oh wow was that the flirty voice. "You're really good at this. Dancing, I mean. Most guys aren't. It's a nice change."

Hopefully, a conversation about Dawn's dance lessons can fend off the tiny butterflies she can feel in her stomach.

One step forward, two steps back. One step forward. It's like a game, really. But watching her blush makes up for it. He glances again at Serena, just to make sure, she's still there. And he returns his attention to Dawn.

"I admit, I might've taken lessons. It's required. And it's better than making a fool out of yourself during social events," he smiled down at her. "I'm glad the dance isn't entirely dreadful."

Despite looking like Georgina-- and admittedly, acting like her, the last couple days-- Dawn is not Georgina. If Chuck was hoping she'd just... roll over and give it up, he's going to be very disappointed.

"Me too. Took lessons, I mean. Ballet. Complete with tights and tutu and strange hair ribbons." The blush returned a little, as her babbling and how nice Chuck's smile is, how his hand feels nice on her back, sink in at the same time. "No! Don't be a dork. It's a lot of fun."

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She looked like Georgina. But every time he forgot she's not Georgina, he was immediately reminded of that. Plus he hated Georgina. Dawn... was not completely annoying.

He laughed. "Why do I get the feeling that it was a pink tutu and yu still have it in your closet?" he asked.

"Good. I would never forgive myself if you weren't having at least a little fun."

The lack of crack ho-itude should serve as a constant reminder. And the way she's not sleeping with Chuck.

Dawn rolled her eyes. "It had purple ruffles and actually, no." Her grin turned just slightly impish. "When evacuating a town falling into the very Earth, tutus are unfortunately not on my 'need to pack list'. But you were half right."

Now it was Dawn's turn to laugh, and she bumped Chuck's chest lightly with one shoulder. "You're such a liar. But it was a nice lie, well delivered. Even the Russian judge gave it a ten."

His smile turned somewhat mischievous and before she can question him, he moves away and pushes her into a twirl. And another one. And another one. Only to stop her and hold her close to him. Finishing off with a 'dip', supporting all her weight on his arm.

"Now the Russian judge will give us a ten," he smirked and returned her to the upright position.

...Oh.

"Oh." Does Dawn sound halfway to smitten? Because she is. That was twirling! And more twirling, and then a dip, and wow. "That was... um."

She blushed again, but gave Chuck a pleased grin. "The Californian judge gives it a twelve. Stupid stodgy Russians. You really weren't kidding about the having of moves."

"I rarely kid about things like that," he assured her and continued to hold her close while they danced.

With some pleasure, he noted the blush.

"I think I like the Californian judge better than the Russian..."

"Well, not that there's a lot to kid about. With the moves, and you having them, and I'm going to stop talking now before I blow my cover." Oh, bad choice in words. Not that the thought crossed her mind that she just said the word 'blow' while dancing close enough to Chuck that in certain cultures, he'd have to marry her. No, no thoughts like that.

...This is not going to end well.

"Well, she does have better shoes. And hair. And plus, there's the whole favoritism factor to consider..."

Chuck tried to control his laughter.

"Do you always babble when you're nervous?" He asked, amused. "I'm not saying it's a bad thing. Talking can be very interesting in all sorts of situations," he couldn't help himself.

He laughed but stopped quickly. "Sorry. I remember I promised to be a perfect gentleman..."

"I babble all the time. But nerves help. Not that I'm nervous! There's nothing to be nervous about, right? We're just dancing. It's a social activity, and again, someone shut me up now." Dawn frowned, trying to parse that. "Well, talking is-- oh. Oh!"

Her blush came back in full force, because oh, innuendo fully received. "Chuck!" But Dawn laughed a little, lifting one hand to cover her face. "Oh my God, so much TMI. So very much."

She lowered the hand to smack Chuck's shoulder lightly. "Perv."

"Maybe a little," he admitted with a smirk. "But so far I had no complains," he said and twirled her again.

"And while the blush is extremely attractive on you, you need to practice hiding it. Or Serena will realize something's wrong..."

"You are such a lech." But Dawn laughed as Chuck twirled her, ducking her head and smiling up at him when he pulled her back in.

"Okay, calling me cute? Not helping with the blush. And I think we'll do okay unless Serena comes closer. No way she can see me blushing in this light from over there."

He smiled and touched her face, rubbing his thumb gently against her cheek.

"I don't believe no one ever called you cute, Dawn. Or attractive. That's why I'm so surprised by the blush..."

Dawn ducked her head a little, but not enough to move Chuck's hand. Call her an insecure little sister on insecure fries with insecure sauce, but Chuck might as well buy her a library for all the good will points he's racking up.

"You've seen what my sister looks like. I'm kind of... nerdy younger Dawn. Guys like girls like Buffy, not me. So... not so much with the many people calling me cute."

He moved his hand to hold her chin and raised her head slightly, to be able to look at her face. He lowered his head and looked into her eyes.

"Well I find you very cute. And very attractive," he told her in a low, seductive voice.

Dawn blushed again, but kept eye contact. Oh, this is a very bad idea. Very, very bad.

"You keep flirting with me like that, I'm going to think you mean it." Dawn swallowed, and licked her lips nervously as her gaze darted down to Chuck's mouth. "And that's just trouble. Maybe even in River City."

She maybe moved a little closer. Epically bad idea, this.

He watched her lick her lips. He felt her move closer. Women tried to pretend they're complicated, but those signs he could read in a darkest room. She wanted what he was offering...

With a smile, he lowered his head even more, first brushing his lips against her, then turning it into a real kiss. Not too insistent, giving her a change to back away at any moment.

"Chuck, I--" But then there was the kissing, and Dawn stopped thinking in favor of that. Because Chuck is a lot of things, and apparently, good kisser is on top of that list.

"Oh." Dawn pulled away slightly, raising a hand to her mouth. "I'm pretty sure I didn't mean to do that."

Chuck smirked at that comment.

"I promise not to tell anyone," he assured her. "We can forget it happened, if you want."

"Pretty sure forgetting is an impossibility." Oh look, there's that blush Chuck likes so much again, because Dawn just told a guy his kiss was impossible to forget. Someone kill her, now.

"But... I have Connor. Even if he's... not here for the moment. So, it's cheating, and even really good kisses are not worth being that girl." Dawn looked up at Chuck a little anxiously. "We're okay, right? I mean... even though."

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