天锡小说网

第16部分（第3页）

beats　on　a　turntable。　It　was　only　eight　o’clock；　but　the　bar　was

already　jammed　with　people；　dressed　in　the　hippest　fashions　and

sipping　pastel…colored　cocktails。

Blair　didn’t　care　what　time　it　was—she　needed　a　drink。

She　was　sitting　in　an　armchair　right　near　the　bar；　but　the　stupid

cocktail　waitress　was　ignoring　her；　probably　because　Blair　hadn’t

bothered　to　dress　up。　She　had　worn　her　faded　Earl　jeans　and　a

boring　black　sweater　because　she　was　only　meeting　Serena　for　a

quick　drink　before　she　went　home　to　prepare　for　her　night　of　wild

sex　with　Nate。　And　she　wasn’t　going　to　dress　up　for　that；　either。

Blair　had　decided　to　meet　Nate　at　the　door　naked。

Her　face　grew　hot　just　thinking　about　it；　and　she　looked　around　the

room　self…consciously。　She　felt　like　a　loser　sitting　there　all　by　herself

without　even　a　drink。　Where　was　Serena；　anyway？　She　didn’t　have

all　goddamned　night。

Blair　lit　a　cigarette。　If　Serena　doesn’t　e　by　the　time　I’m　donewith　this　cigarette；　I’m　leaving；　she　told　herself　sulkily。

“Look　at　her；”　Blair　heard　a　woman　say　to　her　friend。　“Isn’t　she

beautiful？”

Blair　turned　to　look。　Of　course　it　was　Serena。

She　was　wearing　blue　suede　knee…high　boots　and　a　real　Pucci　dress。

Long　sleeved　with　a　high　neck　and　a　crystal　beaded　belt；　in　blues；

oranges；　and　greens。　It　was　super　fantastic。　Her　hair　was　pulled　up

in　a　high　ponytail　on　top　of　her　head　and　she　was　wearing　pale　blue

eye　shadow　and　creamy　pink　lipstick。　She　smiled　and　waved　at　Blair

from　across　the　room；　weaving　her　way　through　the　crowd。　Blair

watched　the　heads　turn　as　she　passed；　and　her　stomach　churned。

She　was　already　sick　of　Serena；　and　she　hadn’t　even　spoken　to　her

yet。

“Hi；”　Serena　said；　plunking　herself　down　on　a　square　ottoman

beside　Blair’s　chair。

Immediately；　the　cocktail　waitress　appeared。

“Hey　Serena；　long　time　no　see。　How’s　your　brother？”　the　waitress

said。

“Hey　Missy。　Erik’s　good。　He’s　too　busy　to　call　me　ever。　I　think　he

must　have　like；　eight　different　girlfriends　up　there；”　Serena　laughed。

“How　are　you　doing？”

“I’m　great；”　Missy　said。　“Hey　listen；　my　sister　works　for　a　caterer；

you　know；　and　she　said　she　saw　you　a　few　days　ago　at　a　party　she

was　working　at　a　gallery　in　Chelsea。　She　said　that’s　you　in　that