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[miss-waldorf.livejournal.com]

When; Sunday July 5th, evening
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Blair miss_waldorf and Chuck basstardchuck
Summary; This battle she will win.
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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.

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Chuck watched as Blair walked away and he no longer could hide a smile. This was getting more and more interesting.

He went to the bar and ordered gin martini, like she asked, and scotch for himself. He doubted that he wopuld be able to finish his drink, if things went like he hoped, but he wanted to make a point of being casual about this evening.

Holding their drinks, he joined Blair in the private room.

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As soon as she entered the room, Blair headed for the mirror on the wall, checking her make up and her hair even if she had only just done that before she entered Victrola. Her nerves were seriously killing her. Her heart was not racing this fast when she waited for an interview with Dean Barrube, or when she waited on the wings before her part in the Age of Innocence. This was a role much too difficult for her, but it was of the sort that would win her an Oscar, or a lover, or lose her a lover. She realized she did not really know why she was here.

Once satisfied with her appearance, she took a seat on one of the plush velvet seats. She crossed her legs and folded her hands to keep from twiddling her fingers, and waited. What was it again that she planned to do? What was it that she meant to say?

It felt like she was Grace Kelly in one of Hitchcock's movies, only she was not blonde and she was no femme fatale. She felt like she was an understudy who had forgotten to learn her lines, and now she had to perform and she had no idea how.