chapter NINE.

Chuck and Georgie stumbled into the fitness center arm in arm, both giggling and snorting hysterically. Almost immediately, they were met with all sorts of suspicious glances from nearby strangers, but neither of them seemed to care - getting so thoroughly baked could do that to you.

They'd spent almost the entire afternoon in Bart's penthouse, passing around a dark blue bong and sharing a few joints that had been 'professionally' rolled for them by that guy at the pizza place who was basically running an underground drug ring through the restaurant. The only reason they bought from him was because his weed was the prime, the cream of the crop, straight from Peru. . . And besides, most of the dealers in Central Park were narcs anyway.

After they'd gotten thoroughly high and their vision started to blur and they began laughing at everything that moved (and everything that didn't), they'd decided to play a few games of Twister. Which, needless to say, had led to some seriously sensual bumping and grinding. Then, once they got bored with that, they stopped by the animal shelter where they released every dog, cat, bird, and guinea pig from their confines, letting them loose around the city. It had been fairly easy since the people at the animal shelter were cruel and heartless, therefore didn't really look after the animals they'd been holding.

And finally, they'd made the unanimous decision to stop by the fitness center, simply because they wanted to watch all the fat people struggle with their daily work-out routine. The original plan was to pick up an extra-large plate of fries at the Three Guys Cafe and dangle it in all the overweight people's faces just to see what they would do, but both Chuck and Georgie had gotten the munchies on the way here and they'd just decided to eat the entire plate themselves.

"What next?" Chuck asked, turning to look at the still-giggling Georgie expectantly. He was growing a little bored from being stoned all day and what he felt like doing now involved a bed, some snoring, and absolute silence.

Georgie's light brown and slightly-bloodshot eyes swept around the room with quick efficiency and then she took Chuck's hand in hers, ducking towards the floor and taking him down with her so that they could sneak past the clerk's desk without being noticed. Once that was over, she led him to a rather plain-looking door that said Steam Room on it in gold cursive letters.

"The steam room?" Chuck raised an eyebrow. "Oh come on, Georgie, could you be any more predictable? You're not doing much to hide the fact that you're trying every way you know how to make me take off my pants. First Twister, now this. . ."

Georgie rolled her eyes and then plucked her AmEx card out of the back pocket of her True Religion jeans, sliding the card into the crack between the door and the threshold and turning the doorknob as far as it would go. In no time, the door swung open and in she went, dragging Chuck along with her.

"Voila! And as for me 'not hiding' the fact that I'm trying to make you take your pants off. . . Who says I want to hide it?" Georgie grinned knowingly, pulled the straps of her spaghetti-strap top down and threw the material onto the floor, grabbing a white towel off a nearby hook and wrapping it around herself. Then she kicked off the rest of her clothes - which basically only consisted of jeans and shoes - and finally took a seat on one of the tiled benches.

Chuck watched her get undressed without even trying to hide herself and reluctantly he began doing the same, unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it aside. "Are we even supposed to be in here?"

Georgie ignored his question and leaned her back against the wall. "Can you flip the switch on that console right behind you, C?" Chuck turned around and did as he was told and almost immediately, the room began fogging up and becoming almost unbearably warm. With that, he peeled the rest of his clothes off and wrapped a towel around his waist, taking a seat beside Georgie.

If he had paid any attention while they were still out in the halls of the fitness center, he would have noticed the sign that read 'Steam Room closes at four p.m. Well it was five-thirty now, hence the reason why Georgie had needed her trusty credit card to get in.


Sigh. Boys are so stupid, sometimes. I bet B would agree. . . But I guess that's just another reason why we love them so, right girls? Here's hoping B doesn't find out about this little tryst you've got going, C. Because if so, she'll cut off MORE than just your head, if you know what I mean.

you know you love me.
xoxo; gossip girl