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When; Evening, May 19th
Rating; PG
Characters; Blair![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
miss_waldorf and Arthur thefutureking
Summary; to be updated~
Log;
Blair was alone tonight. There was that whole mess with the Red team versus the Blue team and keeping Victrola safe so Faith had to work overtime yesterday. It was just as well, she supposed. She was in no mood for talking or dancing anyway. She just wanted to be out and drinking alone, even if she was not really dressed for being alone with her Thread Social and Chloe and Fendi and red red lips. She would fit perfectly in a Vanderbilt dinner, if not for her tousled hair.
By now she was getting used to the layout of the Underground, and there were always people willing to take her to places. Vampires, people, not-quite-humans. Not a single one of them tried to hurt her. Some of them even bought her drinks, but they never made her do anything she did not want. They were just being nice. It occurred to her that they were kinder than those girls in school, despite all appearances. Heck, they were probably kinder to her than her own mom.
She swirled the ice in her glass, trying to amuse herself by the sound but it was not really working. She felt bored, but also too tired to do anything exciting. Placing the glass back on the counter, she sighed, poking at the floating ice with a finger.
How much longer would she have to keep at this?
Rating; PG
Characters; Blair
miss_waldorf and Arthur thefuturekingSummary; to be updated~
Log;
Blair was alone tonight. There was that whole mess with the Red team versus the Blue team and keeping Victrola safe so Faith had to work overtime yesterday. It was just as well, she supposed. She was in no mood for talking or dancing anyway. She just wanted to be out and drinking alone, even if she was not really dressed for being alone with her Thread Social and Chloe and Fendi and red red lips. She would fit perfectly in a Vanderbilt dinner, if not for her tousled hair.
By now she was getting used to the layout of the Underground, and there were always people willing to take her to places. Vampires, people, not-quite-humans. Not a single one of them tried to hurt her. Some of them even bought her drinks, but they never made her do anything she did not want. They were just being nice. It occurred to her that they were kinder than those girls in school, despite all appearances. Heck, they were probably kinder to her than her own mom.
She swirled the ice in her glass, trying to amuse herself by the sound but it was not really working. She felt bored, but also too tired to do anything exciting. Placing the glass back on the counter, she sighed, poking at the floating ice with a finger.
How much longer would she have to keep at this?