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Log; ongoing
When; Saturday, May 16
Rating; PG (for now)
Characters; Blair![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
miss_waldorf and Faith thesecondslayer
Summary; B is in need of some guidance from below~ and who better to do it than F? ♥
Log;
Blair did not know how long she had been in the City, but between finishing that bottle of scotch and walking out to find no taxis to hail, she knew she was no longer in Manhattan. She thought she remembered the place, and the people, and all the things that happened. But right now she simply did not care.
All she cared about was finding someplace she could have the most fun. There was no longer any Yale to care about, after all, no longer any mom or dad to please or friends at school to wow. The old Blair Waldorf was dead, and this new one was free of plans and inhibitions and frustrations. She was free now, she was happy. Really. She finished her glass of martini in a single gulp, signaling the bartender for another one.
Some remnants of the old Waldorf was still there, such as the fact that her martini was made of gin, or that her outfit was color-coordinated (minus the headband and plus the velvet red lips), or that she still opted to go to the high end area of The Raven. She did not know how to kill those parts off, or maybe she was still too scared. She did not want to think about it. She did not want to think.
Rating; PG (for now)
Characters; Blair
miss_waldorf and Faith thesecondslayerSummary; B is in need of some guidance from below~ and who better to do it than F? ♥
Log;
Blair did not know how long she had been in the City, but between finishing that bottle of scotch and walking out to find no taxis to hail, she knew she was no longer in Manhattan. She thought she remembered the place, and the people, and all the things that happened. But right now she simply did not care.
All she cared about was finding someplace she could have the most fun. There was no longer any Yale to care about, after all, no longer any mom or dad to please or friends at school to wow. The old Blair Waldorf was dead, and this new one was free of plans and inhibitions and frustrations. She was free now, she was happy. Really. She finished her glass of martini in a single gulp, signaling the bartender for another one.
Some remnants of the old Waldorf was still there, such as the fact that her martini was made of gin, or that her outfit was color-coordinated (minus the headband and plus the velvet red lips), or that she still opted to go to the high end area of The Raven. She did not know how to kill those parts off, or maybe she was still too scared. She did not want to think about it. She did not want to think.
