illegal to smoke in American taxis。 But they were already on Park Avenue and Forty…seventh
Street； just around the corner from the Yale Club； so they got out anyway。
What a sight： a lovely brunette dressed exactly like Audrey Hepburn inBreakfast at Tiffany？s ；
two handsome； green…eyed； lacrosse…playing； neatly dressed boys； and a heart…wrenchingly
gorgeous blonde in jeans。 The Yale Club？s dress code forbade distressed denim； but Serena looked
so pretty in her jeans； no one cared。 As soon as they stepped into the club？s sparse； neoclassical
lobby； all the middle…aged Yale alums in J。Press suits stopped talking business and switched off
their BlackBerrys。 Oh； to be seventeen and irresistible！
As if any of them were ever this irresistible。
Lord Marcus took Nate up to his suite to show him some lacrosse trophy that only Nate would
appreciate； while Blair led Serena into the club？s lounge； where they settled in at the elegant bar
with its gold ceiling； polished wood floor； and dark wood paneling。 Of course they were used to
going out all the time； but it still felt extremely grown…up to be out at a private club bar on a
Saturday morning； especially when they were supposed to be glued to their textbooks； studying for
their final exams； which would begin on Monday。
？So； what are you going to say in your graduation speech？？ Serena asked Blair。 ？What？s that Dr。
Seuss book？you know the one everyone always quotes from？？
Blair rolled her eyes。 She was sonot quoting from that book。？Oh； The Places You？ll Go！？
The bow…tied bartender brought Blair？s drink first？a Ketel One martini straight up with an olive。
She took a sip and then stuck a cigarette into her cigarette holder。 She was enjoying the whole
cigarette holder thing so much； she planned to use it right up untilBreakfast at Fred？s came out
and all the girls started copying her。
Ergo； the difference between being trendy and being a trendsetter。
？Actually； I？m going to write about going after what you want and getting it；？ she declared；
blowing smoke over the top of Serena？s pale blond head。 ？I never thought I？d get absolutely
everything I wanted。 But I kept trying； anyway； and now I have it。Everything 。？
Serena nodded。 ？I know what you mean。？ The bartender brought her Tanqueray gin fizz and she
took a few tentative sips； wondering if she should tell Blair right now that when Ken Mogul？s
assistant had whispered in her ear； she？d asked Serena back for a second audition。 But things were
going so well with Blair at the moment； she didn？t want to ruin it。 Besides； even if she wound up
being offered the part； she wasn？t sure she wanted it。 She tried to think of something else to say；
something about getting what she？d always wanted； even though she？d never really wanted
anything？things just fell into her lap。
？I？m so in love with Nate；？ she blurted out； trying to sound as thrilled with the way things had
turned out as Blair did。
Blair lit the end of her cigarette。 How easy it would be to accidentally set fire to Serena？s long
black eyelashes。 She surveyed the room； trying to decide whether or not to let her temper get the
better of her。
Whoa； she？sthinking about it？ Is this a turning point？！
Blair loved the Yale Club lounge。 The gold…leaf paint and oriental carpets made it feel grand and
exclusive； but it was more fortable and less stodgy than some of the other rooms in the club。
The lounge was the perfect place to escape from the heat。 And it went with her dress。 ？Pretty soon
we？ll all be at Yale；？ she mused。
The two girls stared at each other； their blue eyes locked； trying to decide whether that was a
good thing or a bad thing。
Serena giggled。 ？And we can take the train back to the city and stay here； and our parents won？t
even know we？re in town！？
That does sound like fun。
？This would be such a great place to have a party；？ Blair chimed in； deciding to be nice。 She
blinked； wondering why she hadn？t thought of it before。 Of course； it meant there？d be a lot of
random crashers？other seniors from dopey schools that she didn？t even know； and random juniors
who thought they were cool now because they were going to be seniors next year。 But she was
Constance Billard？s graduation speaker。 It made perfect sense that she should host a graduation
party？thegraduation party。
She gave Serena a stiff hug； barely keeping her cigarette holder aloft to avoid setting fire to her
hair。 ？We always have the best ideas；？ she murmured； half to herself and half to her old friend。
Serena smiled eagerly； even though she had no idea which ideas Blair was referring to。 ？Don？t
we？？ she agreed。
Nate had brought a couple of prerolled joints along with him。 He and Lord Marcus made
themselves fortable in the lord？s gold…and…white…wallpapered suite； blasting the AC as they
lay on their backs on the king…size； apricot…colored bedspread； puffing away and trading secrets
about Blair。
See； boys really are worse than girls。
？She acts all grumpy when you e on to her； and then she plains when you don？t；？ Nate
plained； shaking his head。 ？I never understood that。？
？But as long as you let her know she？s irresistible； she can？t make a fuss；？ Lord Marcus pointed
out。 ？That？s what？s crucial。？
Nate turned his head to look at the older boy through a haze of pot smoke。 He？d known Blair
practically since he was born。 How e this guy； who？d only just met her； seemed to have her all
figured out？ Was it possible that he and Blair were totally inpatible？ Maybe they were actually
never meant to be。
Nate couldn？t think about it anymore without having a major sob attack。 Instead； he took another
hit and allowed his mind to go heavenly blank。
？I？m thinking of asking Blair to e over to England to visit for the summer；？ Lord Marcus
mused aloud。 ？I？ve told my family all about her and they？re desperate to meet her。 Apparently my
dad knows her dad。 And my mum？s already got us married off。？
Nate took another hit。 No need to get upset。 His mind was as smooth； white； and wrinkle…free as
the 800…thread…count pillow shams on Lord Marcus？s bed。
Lord Marcus finished off his joint and sat up； stubbing it out neatly on the sole of his
amber…colored Tod？s lace…ups。 ？The ladies will be wondering where we are。？ He clapped Nate on
the shoulder。 ？Shall we go； then？？
Nate sat up on his elbows and shook his head blearily； like a dog。 A stray tear seeped out of the
corner of his left eye and trickled down his cheek。 He swatted it away angrily； but then another
one began to trickle out of the corner of his right eye。
？Are you all right？？ Lord Marcus asked。 ？Do you need a minute？？
Nate shrugged； and then his lower lip began to tremble。
Lord Marcus sat down next to him and pulled Nate into his arms。 ？There； there；？ he
murmured。 ？You？re all right。？
This wasn？t the pretend gay affection that Nate and his friends used to drive one another nuts。
This was the real thing： a big…brotherly hug。 Nate had never had a big brother； or any siblings for
that matter； and the hug was exactly what he needed。
？Mon p？re habite en France dans le Loire。 Il aime des autres hommes。 Il est un fag！？Blair
shrieked； and she and Serena burst into a fit of giggles。
？Qu？est…ce que vous faites； mes cheries？？Lord Marcus called out as he and Nate approached。
？We？re conversing in French。 There？s an oral part to my AP exam。 We have to talk about our
family for ten minutes；？ Blair explained。 ？Using all the tenses。？
Serena rolled her eyes。 ？That？s what you get for taking APs。？ She squinted at the two boys。 ？Hey；
are you two stoned？？
Nate grinned sheepishly。 ？Slightly。？
？You big idiot。？ Serena grabbed him and kissed him smack on the lips； bubbling over with relief
that she and Blair were talking again。
Blair was so fine with seeing Serena and Nate kiss right in front of her； she didn？t budge。 Within
seconds Lord Marcus had slipped behind her and wrapped his arms sexily around her waist？the
sort of husbandlike； proprietary gesture Blair had always dreamed about。 He winked at
Serena。 ？Did you knowSerena meansmermaid in Italian？？
？Yeah；？ Serena giggled and then flashed Blair a look that said；Where？d you findhim； anyway？
Blair returned the look with a smug smile that was a bination ofSee； I told you I had
everything andHands off； bitchface 。
Nate licked the taste of Serena？s vanilla…scented MAC lip gloss off his lips and then downed the
rest of her gin fizz； his eyes on Blair？s perfect； lightly tanned feet。 Something about the way they
looked in those shiny； flat black shoes was making him seriously horny。
Good thing he left the Viagra at home。
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A not…so…private party at the yale club
In case you were feeling left out of Saturday？s Yale Club all…day…and…all…night festival of
debauchery？they certainly kept the staff busy trotting over to Grand Central for more Prosecco
from the Campbell Apartment and cheesecake from Junior？s？a certain Yalie…to…be will host the
graduation party of a lifetime at the club next Monday night。 The Yale Club is strictly
members…only； but never fear。 Yalie Daddy has paid the club handsomely to keeps its doors open
all night long to any well…dressed merrymaker who wanders in looking for more ways to make
merry。 It？s his way of apologizing to his daughter for not being there in the flesh。 Aw； how sweet。
Let？s hope he doesn？t forget that she will also need some way of getting around New Haven next
year。 Vroom； vroom。
Postbreakfast depression
Ken Mogul is either extremely fussy； extremely mean； or both。 Rumor has it that only four girls
were called back for a second audition for the lead role in his new feature film；Breakfast at Fred？s 。
Another rumor is that he？s casting his younger sister in the Holly Golightly part and the casting on
Saturday was actually just for extras。 What a waste of talent。
An arranged marriage
We？ve all heard about how the British royals have a penchant for arranged marriages。 It saves a
lot of trouble and embarrassment when no one has to sneak around or worry about introducing
their socially inept； badly dressed girlfriend to their mom； who happens to be the queen。 Well；
according to my sources in the U。K。； a certain blue…blooded English hunk； who recently graduated
from Yale and is currently residing at the Yale Club while he finishes up some business？aka
partying？in New York before going home for the summer； has been betrothed to an equally royal
English girl since he was barely two years old。 I haven？t seen a picture of her； but having
witnessed how quickly he snapped up ourB ； my guess is she？s probably not much of a looker； and
he？s probably not too thrilled about marrying her。
Thief of stolen goods identified
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