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Nate blushed and pulled a paper towel out of the dispenser。 “Well;
sort of 。 。 。” he said。 He really didn’t want to get into it。
Cyrus flushed the urinal and joined Nate at the sinks。 He washed his
hands and began fussing with his tie; which was bright pink with
yellow lions’ heads on it。 Very Versace。
Read: tacky。
“The only thing couples really fight about is sex and money;” Cyrus
observed。
Nate stood there with his hands in his pockets。
“That’s all right; kid。 I’m not going to give you a lecture or anything。
This is my future stepdaughter we’re talking about。 I’m sure as hell
not going to tell you how to get into her pants。”
Cyrus chuckled to himself and left the bathroom; leaving Nate to
stare after him。 He wondered if Blair knew Cyrus was planning on
marrying her mother。
Nate turned on the tap and splashed cold water on his face。 He
studied himself in the mirror。 He’d been up late last night with the
boys; playing stupid drinking games to Tomb Raider。 Every time
they saw Angelina Jolie’s nipples; they had to drink。 He’d tried to
drown his thoughts of Blair and Serena in as much booze as he
could swallow; and now he was paying for it。 His face was pale;
there were brownish…purple circles under his eyes; and his cheeks
were hollow。 He looked like shit。
As soon as this damned brunch was over; he was heading into the
park for a smoke in the sun and couple of tall…boys。 The perfect
cure…all。
But first he’d have to flirt with Blair a little bit。 Enough to make her
want him again。
Atta boy。
Instead of going back to her table when she left the ladies’ room;