❋ [ this could be either really funny or awkward hahahaha ]
Our muses’ are drunk and making bad decisions leave a ❋ in my askbox for our muses’ to share a stupid, drunken kiss.
Though conscious of what threat Elena posed to Blair’s close friend Caroline, Blair didn’t see a reason to pick sides. While Caroline may have rivaled against Elena, that didn’t mean Blair did. In fact, Blair thought Elena was rather charming in her own way. Sure, the girl didn’t have much of a clue outside of their small town, but that wasn’t something that couldn’t be easily fixed. Blair knew she had much to teach her and honestly was thrilled to do so.
She longed for someone she could influence, given Blair steered clear of her younger sister, Davina. The two sisters didn’t have much in common. Blair was everything Davina was not and vice versa. And besides, she didn’t want Davina’s life to turn out anything like hers. She was by no means a role model. And was actually relieved her younger sister never held the desire to imitate her. It was admirable in a way.
“Don’t wuss out on me now,” Blair shouted to Elena from across the ping-pong table. She just sunk another ball into one of Elena’s plastic red cups during a game of beer pong. She had invited Elena and her friends out to a frat party where her sorority sisters were invited. What with all the chaos and scares happening back in Beacon’s Harbor, Caroline made a point in saying that the girls could use a night out, to actually live like the teenagers they were. Screw curfews and homework and the many other things that could have waited another day. CARPE DIEM! She remembered Caroline screeching.
“Drink it,” Blair ordered, as she watched Elena reluctantly down another cup of beer. Twenty minutes later, they wrapped up the game and much to everyone’s surprise, Elena made a comeback and ended up beating Blair. “You totes hustled me, El,” Blair lazily whined as she slinged a drunken arm around Elena’s shoulders. They relieved themselves of the game and it’s crowd to head outside where Blair dismissed herself a moment later to respond to a call she received on her cell.
In her absence, some sloppy sleazeball managed to corner Elena and was attempting to make a move in spite of her pleas for him to get lost. Luckily, Blair resurfaced in time and though pixie-like in comparison, she aggressively shoved him away. “Get lost Andrew, she’s with me.” Just like that, Blair’s Elena rescue mission ended with Blair giving the girl a hammered kiss on the lips, as if to prove a point. “See?” She told Andrew, after the liplock had ended. She could tell she stunned Elena, but also sensed that the girl was grateful for the intrusion. “Now seriously get lost, pinky dick. Before I tell everyone what happened at last week’s banquet dinner. I can’t imagine you’d get much action after that, if any at all.”
