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When; Sunday July 5th, evening
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Blair![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
miss_waldorf and Chuck basstardchuck
Summary; This battle she will win.
Log;
It had taken her a total of two days to decide on a dress. One might think dressing for Chuck Bass' pleasure would be only too simple, but she knew better. There were the girls who did not interest him, or did interest him but only made it as another notch on his bedpost, and there were the ones that actually mattered. She wanted to be the last category, the only one in it. Dressing to the bare minimum would instantly land her in the second category with no chance of return in sight. That would be her very own personal Hell.
So she covered as much of herself as she could, wearing a Dior ensemble minus the mask plus black silk gloves that reached above her elbows. She painted her lips red red red. This battle she will win.
Striding into Victrola, she could feel the thumping music reverberate in her chest, making her heart race, but she was not nervous. She willed herself not to be nervous. She studied the dancers on the stage, as if she were cramming at the last minutes before an exam. This exam she will ace.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Blair
miss_waldorf and Chuck basstardchuckSummary; This battle she will win.
Log;
It had taken her a total of two days to decide on a dress. One might think dressing for Chuck Bass' pleasure would be only too simple, but she knew better. There were the girls who did not interest him, or did interest him but only made it as another notch on his bedpost, and there were the ones that actually mattered. She wanted to be the last category, the only one in it. Dressing to the bare minimum would instantly land her in the second category with no chance of return in sight. That would be her very own personal Hell.
So she covered as much of herself as she could, wearing a Dior ensemble minus the mask plus black silk gloves that reached above her elbows. She painted her lips red red red. This battle she will win.
Striding into Victrola, she could feel the thumping music reverberate in her chest, making her heart race, but she was not nervous. She willed herself not to be nervous. She studied the dancers on the stage, as if she were cramming at the last minutes before an exam. This exam she will ace.