Chase Hmph... I locked the door to my room. I'll be able to tell if it was picked.
Chase For hell's sake. Jonas never made a mess like this. "What have you done...?"
Blair "Oh, just a small, laid-back outing. You were away so we didn't disturb you, right?"
Chase "Put. The guitar. Away."
Blair "Sheesh, hold your meltdown, senior. I'm planning to take it back upstairs."
Chase "This..." *huffs* "This is the last warning. If you use my house as a concert venue again, your lease is immediately terminated."
Blair "...No, asshole."
Chase "What-"
Blair "I'm wasting my serene energy on your crazy whims and preposterous rules. You'd kick me out...? Pft. I've seen drunks and scums bluffing better than you do."
Chase ". . ."
Blair "Another bloody word about how I live my life and you can rot in this house all alone, without the rent income."










