Georgina had set aside her previously hurt feelings when she realised that Chuck had picked her for this whole thing. His annoying, righteous moment of 'stay away from my friends' still irked her to no end but it seemed that, at least for now, he was over that. Her forgiveness was fickle and he was still hot. Hotter, even. So she'd insisted that they scrap all the lame ass assigned activities and head back to her hotel room. Well, what she'd actually said was 'the room I'm staying in' which wasn't a lie, obviously but it being hers? Technically...not. But he didn't need to know that. Besides, what were the chances that the suit she'd swiped the key from would be back in the middle of the day? Unlikely.
Right now she was far too busy dancing to the too loud music wrapped in one of the complimentary bathrobes while she waited for the ridiculous amount of room service she'd ordered for them. She had missed this. Everything about New York, about the Upper East Side and even, she thought in her champagne buzz, Chuck. She'd missed Chuck Bass and his affinity for destruction and fun. They only ever seemed to gravitate towards each other when one felt that way she thought because after all, she was no good but he was no better. Something she'd be happy to remind him off.
Downing the last of the champagne in her glass, she let it slip through her fingers and subsequently smash off the floor. “Whoops. I-” but then, as if on cue, the door knocked, “Ah! That'll be room service with more champagne. Please, don't strain yourself, I'll get it. But when I turn back around, I expect you to look alive, Chuck E. Cheese.”
