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I woke up to the sound of an empty hotel. From my position on the floor, I surveyed the messy room, and, closely inspecting the mounds of pillows and overturned chairs, I determined with an audible sigh that I was once again alone in the suite.

I knew it was considered bad etiquette to pass out at your own party, but I was just feeling reckless last night, I guess. I tried to pick myself up off the floor but my head pounded so I lay back down and closed my eyes. I would deal with the mess later.

That was about the time I heard a flush from the bathroom and none other than Chuck Bass entered the main room, stepping over empty beer bottles and spilled chip bowls to a righted chair beside my laid out figure.

"About the time you woke up. I was almost getting worried." Chuck said slowly, lowering himself into the chair. He was shirtless. He must have gotten lucky.

I groaned and rolled over onto a plastic plate. I buried my eyes in the soft carpet to relieve them of the light filtering through the curtained windows. "What time is it?" I mumbled through the carpet.

"Seven. You passed out around five right after consuming your 16th shot of… God, I don't know what you were drinking. A little of everything."

I looked up at him, remembering only a small detail of last night. "Weren't you supposed to attend the charity auction with Blair last night?"

"Blair and I broke up." Chuck stated bluntly.

"Oh. Sorry, dude."

I got up carefully and leaned my back against the bed beside me so I was facing Chuck. He looked at me, seemingly inspecting my face. Then he asked me an odd question.

"Do you… How much do you remember from last night?"

I thought back and told him that I only remembered being beyond drunk almost from the very start of the party. Everything after the start of the party was an utter blur of colours, sounds and sensations. I held my head and rubbed my eyes. When I looked up, Chuck had a strange expression on his face, one that I can only describe as relieved.

Chuck laughed at my hang over. "Looks like we could both use a coffee. I'll help you with this mess later. How's about it?"

"You'll need to put a shirt on first." I commented, looking up at his bare chest. He nodded wordlessly and proceeded to search the piles of party paraphernalia. I watched his muscles ripple as he threw the blankets around the bed, eventually finding his shirt among the covers. As I watched him button the royal blue fabric, I remembered a tiny fraction of last night.

"BODY SHOTS!!!" Some girl shouted over the booming music from the other side of the party. Those were my favourite! I rushed over to see but couldn't get very close to the table; rings of partiers crowded the area. I pushed excitedly, failing to see the body. Then some girl got up on the table and yelled to us, "WHO WANTS FIRST GO?"

We all screamed for the chance to go first. I wondered if this girl standing on the table would be the girl I'd do a body shot off of. She was pretty hot. She noticed me amongst the jostling crowd. "NATE ARCHIBALD! YOU'RE HOSTING THIS THING, RIGHT?"

I smiled, nodding eagerly. "YOU WANNA GO FIRST?" I nodded again. The girls forming the first and second rings around the table giggled but I ignored them as the hot girl helped me up on the table. Then I looked down, and saw why they were giggling. There was a third person on the table: Chuck.

He was lying down, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes met mine and he smiled, half surprised, half sexy. I turned around to find the girl but she had hopped off the table and was indistinguishable from the other piss-drunk faces of the crowd. A generic set of hands thrust me down onto Chuck so that my knees were hugging his thighs. Another hand pushed a shot into my hand. The noise of the party melted together into a hectic but muted beat that matched the rhythm of my pounding heart. My surroundings blurred as I focused more on Chuck's bare stomach, moving up and down and up and down with his steady breathing.

I poured the shot on his belly button. His breath hitched and his body tensed because of the cool liquid. I smiled and leaned down, warming the spot with my mouth. I didn't really taste the alcohol so much as I felt his soft skin. As my tongue explored his chest, his hand weaved through my thick hair, steadily guiding my along his hard abs.