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[littlevanderwoodsen]

[ Oh, there's also Nate. He guesses Nate's his friend. And he's pretty sure he's single. Maybe. ]

I guess you're sort of lucky. Siblings aren't always the best. [ He should know. He has four of them now. And while they're pretty cool most of the time? He's lost count of the amount of times he's wanted smother Jenny or Chuck in their sleep.

He looks at her a second, then shrugs and nods. ] Okay. [ He doesn't mind the company, at least. Balancing the tray of drinks on one hand, he moves out to open the door and hold it for her. ]

[fivethreestrawberryblonde]

[time to ask around.]

Mm. [she's pretty sure she would prefer the company of a sibling she wanted to smother in their sleep over a mother who ignores her almost constantly. But that's neither here nor there, and her smile remains plastered on all the same.

[She strides through the door with a certain sort of practiced elegance that was out of place back home, and much more normal here; she doesn't stand out here. She's surprisingly all right with that. Eric earns himself a little smile as she passes him.] Now think of how hard that would have been if I hadn't gotten you that tray.

[littlevanderwoodsen]

[ Well, he sort of had both for a while. Up until his attempted suicide, his mother wasn't very attentive. It took him trying to kill himself for her to start paying attention. Now, his relationship with his mom is pretty damn strong. But for those first fourteen years? Not so much.

A smile is given to her in return as he steps out, letting the door fall shut behind him. ] I probably wouldn't have been able to get out the door at all. It looks like I'm forever in your debt. [ He adjusts the tray in his hand and begins walking in the appropriate direction. ]

[fivethreestrawberryblonde]

[at least he had something now. That was saying something. And it was miles better than attempted suicide, because that just left you dead. She holds red curls down as a breeze picks up past them, then pushes them back over her shoulder as she strode along with him, all high heels and mini-skirts and long legs.]

That's what I thought. I'll have to make sure I come up with something before we go our separate ways, or else I sincerely doubt we'll ever run into each other again. Not unless you keep a strict schedule, and I get lucky. [a pause, and a coy little smile.] Reverse that.

[littlevanderwoodsen]

[ He's never going to get used to literally every girl he meets being taller than him. Thankfully, it never seems to pose much of a problem, but he finds himself glancing upwards at her as they walk, moving around and between the other pedestrians. ]

Well... [ There's a thoughtful pause. ] My brother's throwing a party tonight at his hotel. I could get you on the guest list?

[fivethreestrawberryblonde]

[at the very least, she's barely taller than him. If he got her out of those heels, she'd be shorter, though that situation was a long-shot to begin with. He should probably just get used to people being taller than him.]

Do you always get girls you meet at coffee shops on guest lists of big parties? [a coy little smile.] I suppose I could free up some time.

[littlevanderwoodsen]

[ See, that's really comforting. All of the women he's around on a daily basis are not only freakishly tall, but they also feel the need to wear high heels all the time. Which means Eric is dwarfed all the time. ]

Not always. Usually I get boys I meet at coffee shops on guest lists of big parties. [ Well there's a not-so-subtle 'hey, I'm gay!' for you. ] Great. It's at the Empire. Eight o'clock.

[fivethreestrawberryblonde]

[the poor muffin. He needs a hug. Or bigger lifts in his shoes.]

I'm not surprised. But at least this gives me something to look forward to. I'll be there with metaphorical bells on.

[littlevanderwoodsen]

[ Both sound good, actually. ]

You're not surprised? [ He lets out a small, surprised laugh. ] Am I that obvious or do you just have a good gaydar?

[fivethreestrawberryblonde]

Let's go with the latter. [a little smile.] Though I prefer 'observant'. It's a bit more accurate.

[littlevanderwoodsen]

[ He imagines he's probably a little bit obvious too, but he's not exactly complaining. ]

Observant it is, then.

[fivethreestrawberryblonde]

[she tips her head, her smile still coy and proud.] So now that that's settled, I believe we were discussing your brother.

[subtle.]

[littlevanderwoodsen]

[ So subtle. He gives a little laugh. ]

Right, my brother. His name's Chuck. [ A beat, and then: ] Bass. Chuck Bass. [ Of Bass Industries, maybe she'll recognize the name. Most people do. ] He owns the Empire Hotel. And he's only twenty.

[fivethreestrawberryblonde]

[she is the picture of subtle. And sadly, the name doesn't ring a bell at all. A shame, really. Comes from being too far removed from reality most of the time.] And how exactly does a twenty year old come to own a hotel?