ONE SHOT PARA. NOT CANON. (ft. Nicole/Nate/Chuck)
Chuck emerged from his room, another late morning. He'd been staying in bed longer and longer with each day that arrived. It wasn't something he planned, or cared for. With Blair so distant he was beginning to fall into some odd, domesticated spiral. The thought made his stomach churn. Business was well, and usually when he was looking on top, he'd be on top with a woman from the front page of any major fashion magazine, and if none of them were in town? Well, an aspiring artist, singer, dancer, model, designer- they were all at hand in New York, and it wasn't hard to get them up to the Empire- even if Nicole were staying there. In fact, truth be told he had even considered joining her in the guest room. But deep down he loved Blair. He'd taunt her, and scare her. He'd tease and annoy her- but he wouldn't openly hurt her. They were a couple. They were a monogamous item. And as much as it pained Chuck to go without, It pained him more to live with the prospect of losing Blair to a night of pleasures.
The first thing the young Bass did when appearing in the common area, was turn from the light, forgetting that with another guest in the house the curtains are opened before he wakes. The second thing he did was look about the kitchen for the bottle of scotch he had discarded for bed the night previous. When he had poured himself a glass and caught his breath, thoughts and composure, he turned back to the common, looking at his couches, both occupied. One by an Archibald, the other a Stiller. He smirked, raising an eyebrow as they were setting up a gaming board.
"Morning." Chuck drawled lazily, wondering where the monopoly set had come from. Chuck had never been a fan of board games. As a child, it was common for the boy to beg his father to play with him- but as a Bass, it was unlikely. Bart Bass was too busy to play a silly board game with his only son.
"Good Morning Chuck!" Nicole smiled, still in her pajamas, which appeared to be the ones left by the cleaning ladies- the Empire's emblem on the chest, the silk material quite recognizable. Chuck thought to wonder aloud how many women previous had fitted themselves into those exact pajamas, but he held his tongue, instead continuing to examine the scenario before him.
"We're playing monopoly. Want to play?" She asked chirpily, causing Chuck to almost snort in laughter, taking a sip of his scotch and pausing as he felt the burn slide down his throat and rest in his chest.
"My lifeismonopoly. I'm Chuck Bass." He shrugged, turning on his heel and walking around to the kitchen, which was only really separated by the counter-top, where the sink situated. "I've never played a silly little board game in my life, I don't plan to start now." He murmured, clearly in a bad mood. His lack of bedroom activities were clearly beginning to get to him, and what was worse was the fact that his peers all knew, even Nate. Nate Archibald, the engaged soon to be father.
Chuck pursed his lips, trying not to sigh at the thought before downing the rest of his drink and leaving it beside the sink, looking over his now room-mate and best friend.
"Don't let Archibald be the banker, his family has a history of embezzlement." He joked rather harshly, in reference to his fraud father, before grabbing his briefcase, which sat at the end of the counter, and making his way towards the door, not listening to any protests, and not bothering to utter another word. Today was just another worthless day to Chuck Bass. Another long, boring, sexless, worthless day.
