#chuckbassisms

[agiildedage-blog]

     "If you're here to bribe me out of my seat , the answer's      no. Just like the last girl that came here throwing a fit.      Now if you'll EXCUSE ME.               "

                    She's probably gesturing to the mass pile of books                     she had scattered across one of the cement table in                     the courtyard, usually saved for s h i t   t a l k i n g over                      low-fat yogurt eating sessions ; rather than for newly                     accepted Constance SCHOLARSHIP students to                     catch up on curriculum.

[yourimpulse-blog]

      "You're in my seat, pretty boy. Name's gonna be written in your blood if you don't get the fuck up."

[girly-evil-blog]

      "There's a new sex toy on the market. I thought it might interest you, because it disgusts me."

[girly-evil-blog]

      "Chuck? What are you doing -- here ... ?"

[yourimpulse-blog]

      "Welcome to Beaumont Suites. Checking in?"

       Louis is less than enthusiastic to be working the front desk. Counting on Franklin to be back from lunch in five, lest he wants to be without a job --

[girly-evil-blog]

      "Chuck, no! I have too much on m--Henry Harold Waldorf-Bass, put that down! Dorota!"

[girly-evil-blog]

bae: when we have no food you can't afford to do that me: when we only have one bathroom you can't afford to sass me

#romance

[novapath]

     “Keep showing up here like this, and people might start to talk.”

      It’s an idle drawl, at first. Until he notices the liquor bottles and the fact that this place smells a little more like a distillery than it did when he left. Must have missed the press release that declared his suite open to the public. And up quirks a brow.

     “… are you drunk — ?”

      Unbelievable. Chuck’s had his share of inebriated women stumble in and out, but this one is younger than he is.

      He tries not to look too amused as he walks over to take the bottle out of her hand.

     “Why don’t I call you a cab. This can be our little secret.”

       But, yeah, she owes him one. Again.

       "& you would just looooove that."

                      she slurred uncomfortably close to his ear, enough                       to smell the expensive cologne  l i n g e r i n g  off                       his neck, and enough for her own scent to give away                       the impression that she had, indeed, been drinking                       entirely too much. 

         Ignoring his question, she plopped herself onto          his couch with no intention in getting up. That          was made clear by the way her legs stretched          on to the other side to take up the vacant          space. As she raised her bottle to take an          unneeded swig from it, it was just as easily          taken away. Figures, resident party boy stops          her pitiful celebration.

                                 "Who are you my nanny ??"

                                         ( insert drunk hiccup and                                          a misplaced chuckle here. )