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Nate could barely process the look on her face as confusion, he was so drunk. Where was Blair? The thought raced across his brain, almost too quick for him to discern. Usually, Blair kept him from drinking himself into oblivion, but tonight she had been too busy. Someone’s always leaving me behind, he thought bitterly, feeling like he had been punched in the stomach at her next words. He shook his head, hurt all over his face. “You- He-” He couldn’t find the right words, and instead chose to just keep shaking his head. I guess the rumors you’ve changed aren’t true, after all. “That what’s going to happen? That we’re going to talk?” Now it was his turn to be confused. “So we can’t even be friends now?”

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Serena's pupils moved downwards momentarily before flickering back to meet the male's gaze, a question perched to her pallet, Have we ever been just friends? But instead, she nodded; an action that was shrouded in doubt, "No, Nate, we can't. I can't," The blonde paused, a lengthy sigh parting her mouth, one that was almost swallowed whole by the engulfing wind, "I can't be around you right now." Words that had been left unsaid were close to sprouting from her mouth, and the sooner she left the less likely they would be to escape. "I should go back inside."

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Her annoyance was apparent the minute she opened her mouth, but Nate could barely process it in his state. His eyes implored her, and it felt like she was kicking him straight in the gut with every word she spoke. “Are you-” He hesitated, not entirely sure he wanted to know the answer, before pushing ahead, “Are you sleeping with him?” He regretted the words as soon as he said them. Considering the texts she had sent him earlier, he knew the answer wouldn’t be what he wanted to hear. “This?” Nate questioned, confusion coloring the word. He pointed at himself then at her, “I can’t do this anymore,” he raised his voice an octave, trying to mimic her, “What does that even mean, Serena?”

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If she could have seen such a conversation coming, Serena would have drank equal amounts to her company; gulp for gulp, truth for truth. But alas, she couldn't, which lead her sobriety to paint nothing but confusion to her features following Nate's question. "No, I'm not. But hell, maybe I will tonight. Whatever happens, it doesn't have anything to do with you," She was swiftly stumbling from being irritated to simply upset, her tone dwindling where his increased, words coming out croaked, rubbed raw; exhausted, "It means this is it," The curve of her shoulder lifted in a shrug, "This is the last time this is going to happen. I just," Serena paused, a dropping sensation placed to the pit of her abdomen, fingers knotted together to the point of ivory gracing the bend of knuckles, "I can't be around you anymore."

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You’re drunk. The two words blurred together in his mind, and he felt his eyebrows kink together. Obviously. The smile that had floated on her face vanished, her hand gently shoving the bottle back toward him. The light push made him sway again, and he had to fight to keep his balance. The world was swimming around him, but she was clear as water. The weight tethering him to this roof. “More for me.”He could sense a slight undercurrent of annoyance in her voice as she questioned him, and he was either too drunk or too stupid to figure out why. He cocked his head to the side, almost imperceptibly, suddenly at a loss for words. Why had he asked her up here? Why had she even come? “I just want to know why,” he meant it as a question, but it came out more as a statement. Why did you come with him? The rest of the question remained unsaid, but he was relying on her ability to read him to finish for him.

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Serena was momentarily curious as to how he had managed to slip from Blair's grasp, especially long enough to drink himself to such a state. Though, she wouldn't bestow a lecture in regards to such-- Blair would do that for her. "You said," She started, a sigh interrupting both her words and train of thought. It didn't matter what he had said previously, he was there, standing in front of her, spewing questions that he really didn't deserve to ask. "You don't get to do this, Nate," Her gaze remained, frustration momentarily flourishing across her features, "I came with him because I wanted to-- Because I can, and you don't get to question it." Slender digits lifted upwards, rubbing in a circular motion against her temple, "I can’t do this, whatever it is, anymore.”

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Wind whipped his jacket and her curls about, the strands tickling his face as she stepped into his space, her arms curling around his lower bicep in an attempt to steady his frame. Warmth spread from the spot her fingers touched, even though he could barely feel it, between the thick fabric of his clothes and his numbing inebriation. “That wouldn’t be the worse thing,” he mumbled, swaying where he stood. His free arm swung out in an attempt to catch his own balance and when the swaying stopped, he let it fall back to his side, the whiskey bottle forever clutched in his fist. “Nah, it’s just windy,” he slurred slightly, straightening his face, trying his hardest to stand still. He raised the half empty bottle, letting it dangle in front of her face, “Drink?”

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The stench of whiskey enveloped his words, contorting Serena's features briefly, "You're drunk," The words were uttered without doubt, whatever smile previously gracing her mouth removed entirely. "No, I’m good," Her head shook, annoyance curving the blonde's features as her palm lifted, gingerly pushing the bottle back in his direction. She couldn't blame him for being intoxicated, it was a party after all; but there was something about seeing Nate inebriate whilst she was sober that made Serena uneasy. "What did you want to talk about?" She inquired, a brow lifting.

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The screen of his phone was like a beacon in the darkness that engulfed him as the Manhattan wind whipped through his suit jacket. Truth be told, he had been up here almost the entire night, avoiding Blair and the teeming mass of bodies downstairs, trying to drown out the feeling of jealousy that had become all-encompassing since the moment Serena had walked through the door with cousin with a bottle of Jack he had swiped from the bar downstairs. He turned, palms against the concrete edge of the building, looking out at the lights of the city below him, moving with activity. He sucked in a breath, throwing back another shot of whiskey, his veins almost as alive as the streets beneath him. He jumped when he heard the door open, twisting around to see who it was.

“Serena,” he called out, his voice carried away on the wind, towards the blonde’s frame silhouetted in the doorway. He was glad it was actually her this time. Ten minutes ago, some unidentifiable couple had snuck up here, and he had had to chase them off before he witnessed the full-frontal nudity of two of his classmates. “We’ve got to stop meeting on rooftops,” he called out again, taking a step toward her and stumbling slightly in his drunkenness.

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In a single fluid motion her phone was tucked back in the confinements of her clutch, a sigh pulled from her lungs as fingers crossed against her abdomen. She shouldn't have agreed-- she knew that. But slim ribbons had been tied to the wrist of both Nathaniel and her own, or so she had imagined when she was seven-- her slim figure coming trickling behind with each of his tugs. Light eyes scanned the gaze of those surrounding her to be certain they weren't watching her every move before making her way to the ascending staircase, a slight reluctance seeped to her pace.

The wind had certainly picked up since their last appearance on such a level, kissing life to golden curls and coaxing them to twist against fetching features. Her name wrapped in a holler lifted her gaze upwards, falling to familiar features; one's which involuntarily curved a grin to her mouth as she closed the distance between them. Nate's words elicited laughter, something that tangled in the wind and disappeared just as swiftly as it arrived. "Or else it may become our spot," Her hand lifted, curving against his arm in attempts to steady his swaying figure, "Are you drunk?" Brows kneaded, looking up at the male through dark lashes.

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Text → Serena

Nate: He won't be.

Nate: Please?

Serena: Okay. Where will you be?

#{ text }#'please?'#cries

Text → Serena

Nate: [ read message ]

--fifteen minutes later--

Nate: Can we talk somewhere?

Serena: Not if Warren's the topic.

#{ text }

Text → Serena

Nate: Yeah I'm sure you do.

Nate: It doesn't.

Serena: Then why are you texting me? Shouldn't you be trying to snag B's virginity and fake yours?

#{ text }#so salty

Text → Serena

Nate: I wasn't expecting you to show up with my cousin.

Nate: Guess we're both full of surprises.

Serena: I've known Warren for half as long as I've known you, we're friends and I enjoy his company.

Serena: Why does it matter, Nate?

#{ text }

Text → Serena

Nate: What did you expect?

Serena: Not getting a lecture?

#{ text }

Text → Serena

Nate: Hm.

Nate: You left her behind, Serena. What did you expect, honestly?

Serena: I don't know. But after the last few days, I didn't expect this from you.

#omg #{ text }

Text → Serena

Nate: Interesting choice.

Nate: You're her best friend.

Serena: I agree, I really like Warren.

Serena: A best friend who didn't get invited? I don't think it just slipped her mind, Nate.

#{ text }

Text → Serena

Nate: The perfect gentleman? Are you sure that's actually Warren you're with?

Nate: I'm sure I'll get to hear all about you crashing later. Thanks.

Serena: Positive

Serena: I'll be flattered if I get priority over the swarm of Brooklynites here

#{ text }

Text → Serena

Nate: Warren?

Serena: So far he's been the perfect gentlemen

Serena: Your GF was kind enough to leave me off the list

#{ text }

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Warren’s eyes trailed up and down Serena’s body for what felt like the millionth time that night. She really did look gorgeous, but he wasn’t the type to ever let someone know that, of course. ❝Just a coke? Are you kidding?❞ He’d almost spat out his drink at her request, looking over her expression for any signal that she was joking. ❝Party girl Serena does not just have a coke.❞

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Warren’s reaction nearly made her visibly wince, ivories biting down on the flesh of her cheek. “I,” She paused, gaze dropping to the bar’s marble top, “I don’t want to be party girl Serena anymore.” It certainly wasn’t a discussion she wanted to have with Warren, of all people, so she left it at that. “Thank you,” She offered curtly as a glass was slid in her direction, slender digits curling around it’s frame swiftly. “Drink enough for the both of us,” A grin was visible above the rim of her glass before she took a brief sip. Her date was right, she didn’t want just a coke. But it would have to do.

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Everyone else was enjoying the party and honestly, Warren was in his own way. Sat at the bar, he could see everything he wanted to; the girls practically eye fucking him across the room, any drama the night was sharing and most importantly, it kept him away from anyone he knew too well. ❝If you’re here to talk, I suggest you walk in the opposite direction❞ Warren stated as someone approached on his left side, not even bothering to look at who.

Though she was intrigued by seeing the look on Blair’s face following realizing the blonde’s presence, it had to be in the right moment, so up until then she’d keep to the shadows. A familiar figure coaxed the blonde to the bar, her palm rested on the curve of his shoulder as she sat on the against stool, whatever smile previously curved to her mouth diminishing as he spoke. “Alright, then we won’t talk,” A brow arched, glancing at his direction momentarily before placing her focus on the male behind the bar, “I’ll just have a coke, please.”

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