#th.dru

“before you say anything…i know. i outdid myself.” dru stands in front of the limo that was filled to the brim with an array of lavender and pink roses. the floral arrangements lining every inch of the leather interior except for two empty spots carved out just for them. a smug look of satisfaction on her face as she holds the door open she had instructed her driver to stay put inside the vehicle for the night and to keep the partition up. “you said you wanted a grand gesture for the holiday and lucky for you i was in the mood to well…have feelings.” her shoulders rise and fall with a shrug at the words. the new york winter causing her wild mane of curls to blow into her eyes. “so you coming for a drive or do you have plans with some loser elsewhere?”

she had far exceeded what was expected of someone from her background and through her work she had met people from all walks of life. she had matured and realized there was more than the latest shopping spree or party. turning to look at blair she wondered if the girl was completely mortified by her behavior or if she still could squeeze in a few more antics. "can we go...please." leaning over she whispered the plea in the other's ear. "i will literally self-combust if another person ask me if working at vogue is just for fun."

Dru was shameless. Tongue running over the fork as it left her mouth she let her head fall back, a dramatic moan leaving her mouth despite the fact that they were in a room full of people. She somehow had woo’d her neighbor enough that he had not only accepted her invitation to the small holiday party she was throwing at her place but he had brought dessert. “Okay, what is this and tell me you have more. I am willing to sacrifice anyone in this room for another plate.” She was kidding, sorta. “I can’t believe I have been living next to a chef for six months and have not taken full advantage. I mean not to say I want to take advantage of you but just…I want to take advantage of your skill.” She was grinning now, sitting her fork and empty plate to the side so she could lean across the kitchen island separating them. “You are officially my new favorite person in this building and that is tough competition considering Mrs. Henderson in 3B has 3 dachshunds who all love me and a wine collection spanning back to the 70s.”