——Well, the name is Salvatore. As in SAVIOUR.

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‘Already broken.’

‘  i’m just watching out for all my customers so keep drinking if you want then but i can’t promise you won’t get kicked out. ’

“You   say   that   almost   like   it   isn’t  normal   for   me   to   get   kicked   out   of   a   bar   in   the   first   place.”

           chocolate eyes flickered about the room  ,  dancing from woman to woman  .  it was true  :  the waldorf heiress stuck out  ;  not like a sore thumb  ,  more like a ring finger crowned with a purity ring  .  as adrian ‘ s  words rang in her ear  ,  blair found her head tilting to the side  ,  nearly in a trance as she registered the scene he was painting  .  he was right  .    ❛ clearly  ,  you don’t know the sort of guy i last dated .  ❜    her retort was punctuated with the whisper of a smirk as she sipped delicately from her glass  ,  looking more like a child playing with her tea-set than a college student .   ❛   that’s quite a heavy assumption to make  ,  don’t you think  ?   ❜  

“ well if he was ANYTHING like me… I’ll let you know I’m probably WORSE.”      He was taking a rather bold guess, granted Adrian had truly known very little about Blair Waldorf in general in reflection to her personal dating habits.       “It may be, but for all you know it may be correct.      Are you willing to find out?”  

——Not everything is as what it seems; sometimes GLASS can be broken and even the prettiest of porcelain can s h a t t e r . My mother taught me to be [ brave ], but my father taught me to be S T R O N G so that even when the glass breaks, my porcelain bones can stay resilient.

     ❝LOVED.❞ She enunciates without an ounce of her usual tenderness, and without a lick of conviction to boot.

                    “I KNOW better than that.” Did he? Well it was hard to say. Still, he loved to push her. “You can admit the truth to me. It won’t hurt.” 

            his gaze weighed heavy on blair  ,  like a fur coat in 90 degree heat  ,  it was nearly enough to make her sweat  ,  as she could feel him peeling back her layers  ,  revealing the inner workings of her soul  -  she pursed her lips  ,  trying to retain her tough exterior  ,  silently guarding the wall she had built up around her  .    ❛ and why do you say that ?  ❜    expression - less eyes glided back to the near - stranger  ,  her pointer finger absent-mindedly running up the stem of her martini glass as she asked  .  her emotions were carefully hidden  ,  as she had learned to do from the time she was a small child   .  locked away with childhood toys and toddler clothes  .   ❛   i’m going to need to request some elaboration on your offer  .   ❜  her words were as cool as her expression  ,  unmoving as her head cocked to the side  .

                    “Take a look around you,” just as his eyes had been FIXATED on her, they just as easily flickered about the room, eyeing every female creature that roamed its inhabitance. “What do all of these WOMEN have in common?” Adrian’s voice was almost like a whisper now as he spoke, due to this, his body leaned in slightly CLOSER towards her. “Their heels, skin tight dresses, and almost too fake of an appearance… They have all done this before. They are not new to this scene. They spend their nights here, some became they are too miserable in their own lives or because they are hoping they can find someone to make their life better. And then we have YOU.” Circling back around, his gaze met with hers with the same intensity as before. “You’re fresh meat. You have it written all over you… However, hey, do not take offense to it. Thought I would not come here too often. Rotting away at the bad with a guy like me wouldn’t suit you very well I’m sure.” As his speech ended, Adrian had hardly realized that he had already finished off his drink. The effects of the alcohol were lost on him, so he gestured for the bartender to make him ANOTHER. “I’ll tell you… Eventually. I have a feeling we’re going to be seeing A LOT of each other.”

          ❛ and yet  ,  i don’t get many complaints about it  .  ❜    nimble fingers move to tuck a piece of chestnut hair behind her ear and she finds herself missing her headbands  .  of course  ,  her face remains still as a stone as he orders for her  ,  but there’s a quiet nod of approval as he speaks the drink she’s been stuck with since she turned sixteen  ,  four short years ago  .  it was annoying  ,  she decided  ,  how well he seemed to know her already  -  not that she was at all mysterious  ,  but she liked to pretend.  .  still  ,  he was right  ,  seeing her at a bar that wasn’t in the lobby of the palace was a rarity  .   ❛   is there anything wrong with trying new things  ?    ❜  

                    His eyes, like a dry heat in the desert, observed her for several long moments. He wondered if she was used to getting this kind of ATTENTION—she was Blair Waldorf after all so the OBVIOUS answer had been yes—but the way she acted seemed to give off a different appeal. There was a confidence to her; however, he did not really BELIEVE it. If somewhere were to be wearing a MASK in this room, the face behind it would have been Ms. Waldorf herself. He questioned what the girl behind the façade had been. “I don’t think that you have tried very many new things.” There was certainty to his words. As the drinks were placed before them both, Adrian gave a silent ‘thank-you’ to the bartender before taking hold of the glass between his fingers and drawing it up to his mouth. There was not a single night where he did not find himself in the company of alcohol. “But maybe I can CHANGE that for you. What do you say?”

            he was in a generation above her  ,  in terms of the circles they traveled in  ,  but adrian jamison’s name had managed to work its way into a number of conversations with her friends  -  specifically serena  ,  who would likely flip out upon her spilling the details of her night  (  what ,  it’s not like he expected for blair to keep things from HER  ,  right  ? )  ,     ❛ yes  ,  well  ,  unfortunately for YOU  ,  i require advance payment for my SECRET-KEEPING  ,  so  i suggest you get on ordering that drink  .  ❜    doe - eyes flutter  ,  obviously much more willing to engage now that she knew he wasn’t some bottom-feeder  ,  trying to worm their way into BLAIR WALDORF’S CIRCLE  .

                    “Quite a DEMANDING GIRL you are…”      As his voice faded out, his hand waved, gesturing for the bartender to make his way over.      “I’ll take a glass of brandy while for the girl…”       Adrian looked to her, but before he gave her time to answer, he had already taken a wild guess as to what she would have wanted.      He liked to take control— always to be in demand of every situation he was in.      “She will have a gin martini.”      Before the bartender could say a word, or better yet ask about Blair’s age (even that Adrian himself was not sure of), his hand gestured him off again.      “So TELL ME, what brings a girl like you to a place like this?      I wouldn’t take this to be your normal route.      Or am I wrong?”      He NEVER was wrong. 

             she wasn’t stupid  ,  she knew her names  -  well  ,  at least the IMPORTANT ones   ,  and so  ,  as the name jamison registered  ,  she perked up  ,  suddenly much more interested  .    ❛ charmed .  ❜    she cocked her head to the side  ,  a CHARMING smile plastered onto her featured   .   ❛   i didn’t know you were in new york  .   ❜  

                    “I’m SURE you are.”      There was evident sarcasm lacing his vocals.      Of course, he had known whom Blair was from the moment he walked into the room.      Adrian may have been gone away from New York for a short while, but that did not stop him from keeping up on things while he was away.      New York, especially the Upper East Side, was his HOME.      He had to know just what had been CRAWLING their way to the top since the moment he left.      “Well now you know, Ms. Waldorf.      Though don’t go off running to tell everyone…      I’d rather keep my visit under the radar.”      As he looked at her, he gave a sly wink.      Truthfully, he would rather not give notice to the world that he had been back in his home city.      Specifically, his sister.