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end back at Stanford； so I have to behave tonight。”
“How good is good？” Jenny arched an eyebrow。
“Dancing is okay； cheek…kissing is fine； number exchange is fine because who knows； but no lip…kissing；” Elise said； rattling off the rules as if they were officially sanctioned。
Rules are made to be broken。
“Deal！” Jenny grinned； then goofily tapped her glass against Elise’s。
“Jennifer！” Tyler greeted her。 His black T…shirt was soaked with sweat； but Jenny didn’t mind。 “I’m glad you came。 I have a break right now。 Drink？” he asked。 Without waiting for an answer； he led her through the crowd and toward the bar。 “Two double Red Bull and vodkas；” he ordered。
The bartender was a superskinny girl with jet…black hair and tattoos of stars on her arms。 “Whatever you want； TyRo；” she said with a wink as she passed the drinks to Tyler。 Condensation dripped down the sides of the highball glasses。
“I need energy；” he explained； nodding toward the Red Bulls。
“Totally。” Jenny nodded。 Now that she was here； she wanted to dance all night。
“So； do you like the music？ I’m trying to do this Brit pop indie rock thing； but I’m trying to give it this sort of post…post…punk New Wave shoegazer edge。”
“It’s so cool；” Jenny said honestly。 When she’d listened to this kind of music in her dorm room at Waverly； she’d never really gotten into it； but here in the club； with the bass thumping and so many bodies moving to the beat； she could feel it humming through her bones。
“So do you go out a lot？” Tyler asked panionably； placing his elbows next to her。
Jenny shook her head。 She rarely left her Providence apartment； much less went out to parties。 If they polled this club； she’d probably be the most boring person here。 She’d probably be the most boring student in the entire RISD student population—including the girl who made elaborate wire sculptures of unicorns。 “I want to go out more；” she said finally。
Since when？
“I have parties every night this week。 You should e。 But first…” Tyler possessively grabbed her hand and led her toward the dance floor。 “Let’s dance。”
Jenny grinned and nodded eagerly。 As Tyler gripped her warm hand in his； she felt a rush of electricity shoot through her that she hadn’t in a while。
Let’s just hope she remembers the rules！
two girls in the bed usually means trouble
“Shh！ Be quiet！” Blair whispered sharply to Serena。 She didn’t want it to be obvious to every Upper East Side Peeping Tom that they were about to break into the Archibalds’ ivy…covered town house。
Earlier tonight she and Chuck had been at home； drinking muscadet and discussing couches when Serena called； asking if Blair wanted to grab a drink。 The phone ringing was like an alarm。
Alert： You’re officially middle…aged！
One glass of wine with Serena had bee two bottles； and the conversation had quickly evolved into an isn’t it weird we’re all grown up discussion。 Which had turned into a let’s go back to the old days scheming session。 Which was why Blair was now standing outside Nate’s town house； freezing her ass off in her Antik Batik brown leather jacket and high…waisted Tahari sailor pants。
“What if they’re here？” Blair asked； watching as Serena twisted the key in the lock。 In all the years they’d both had an extra set of keys to Nate’s apartment； they’d never sneaked in together。 “Ew。 What if they’re； like； doing it？”
“Gross。 Nate’s parents always go to St。 Barts the day after Christmas and stay until New Year’s；” Serena said over her shoulder。 “So they probably are。 But who cares？ That will just make it more fun。 You were the one who said Jenny and Nate needed shaking up；” Serena pointed out as she pushed the door open。 Serena cocked her head like a cocker spaniel。 “Shhh；” she whispered； as if Blair had been the one talking。
She exaggeratedly tiptoed up the mahogany staircase。 “I hear the TV upstairs；” she explained。
“You guys better be decent！” Blair called as she pushed the door open to the second…floor study； where they’d spent hours watching old movies when they were younger。
They found Nate； asleep by himself； his mouth open and a trail of drool heading down his angular chin。 A tartan throw was pulled over his body and his dark blond hair was all tangled。 He looked adorable。
A smile played on Serena’s lips。 “What do we do now？” From her tone； it sounded as if she knew exactly what she wanted to do。
“The usual？” Blair arched an eyebrow。
“I’ll get the supplies；” Serena said； heading into the Archibald master suite as Blair raced up to Nate’s bedroom。 It was a lot cleaner than the last time she’d seen it。 The king…size bed was perfectly made； and there were no piles of DVDs or notebooks on the floor。 It reminded Blair of a hotel。
And we all know what good luck she has in hotels。
She climbed into the bed； pulling the green flannel sheets around her。 She’d always hated flannel； because the material felt so scratchy pared to her own Frette sheets； but Nate had refused to sleep on anything else。 Tonight； though； the sheets felt cozy and warm against her body。 She leaned back against the pillows contemplatively。 It was weird that the last time she’d really spent time here was four years ago。 In four years； she’d be twenty…six。 What would that be like？
Serena burst in； holding a bottle of Grey Goose in one hand； two highball glasses in the other； and two DVDs between her laser white front teeth。 She scattered them on the duvet cover and grinned。
“Breakfast at Tiffany’s or Some Like It Hot？” Serena asked； setting up a makeshift bar on Nate’s dresser and splashing vodka in the two glasses。
“Do you even have to ask？” Blair asked； wiggling out of her pants and throwing them out from under the covers。 She sighed happily。 It was like old times。
Old times without underpants？
Serena grinned and took a large sip of her drink。 “Obviously；” Serena said； popping Breakfast at Tiffany’s into the DVD player。 “Here you go。” Serena offered a glass to Blair。 Then； she unbuttoned her own knee…length black Dries van Noten dress and pulled her black Wolford stockings off。
“So much better！” she said； crawling into bed next to Blair in her beige Cosabella boy shorts and pink Calvin Klein camisole and cuddling up next to Blair like an overgrown puppy。 Blair lay back against the pillow and gulped her highball； feeling giddier and more at home than she had in ages。
Nate woke up with a start。 He’d been dreaming that he was sailing by himself in the middle of a calm； blue； endless sea； until all of a sudden his boat had been attacked by sharks。 He glanced at the flat screen； currently playing Shark Week reruns； before flicking it off。 He rubbed his bleary eyes。 Where was Jenny？ And what time was it？ He heard muffled voices ing from upstairs。 “Jenny？” he called； his voice echoing in the town house。
“I’m ing to find you；” Nate called； taking the stairs to his bedroom two at a time。 But there； lying in a tangled heap as if they belonged there； were Serena and Blair。
He blinked in amazement。 They were singing along to the black…and…white movie on his TV。 Breakfast at Tiffany’s。 Of course。 It was a scene he’d walked in on a million times back in high school。 But this wasn’t high school。 What were they doing here？ Was he still dreaming？
“‘Moon River and’—Natie！” Serena squealed； bounding off the bed and rushing toward him。 She was wearing only a pair of underpants and a tank top that didn’t match。 Nate blushed。
“Where’s Jenny？” Nate asked suspiciously； glancing between the two of them。
“We didn’t kill her。” Blair snorted。 “My brother invited her to a party downtown。 She’s probably there。”
He glanced from Serena to Blair； not knowing what to do。 They looked like they’d been there for a while。 Wrinkles from the pillowcase were indented into Blair’s cheek； making her look adorably rumpled and reminding him of all the sleepovers they’d had over the years。 Serena’s tank top strap had fallen off her shoulder； revealing her glittery skin； surprisingly tan for December。
Nate gingerly perched on the edge of the bed； watching as Holly and her boyfriend wandered around Tiffany。 He must have watched this movie a hundred times。 What was one more？
“I’m getting ice cream；” Blair announced； stepping out of bed。 Nate gazed at her as she padded toward the door。 She was wearing her bra and underwear and every inch of her looked amazing。 And Serena was so long and lean and leggy and…
Down boy！
Blair came back with a two…gallon tub of Rocky Road that she’d unearthed from the back of the freezer and three spoons。 “Natie； you’ve got to have a talk with Regina about her ice cream selections。 What happened to the mint chocolate chip？” Blair settled back into bed； loving how she could say whatever she wanted—be whoever she wanted—in front of her two oldest friends。 She hoped no matter what happened； it could always be that way。
“Let’s make a promise！” Serena said spontaneously； as if reading Blair’s mind。 She took a gigantic scoop from the carton； licked her spoon； and held it up。 “No matter who we marry or how many kids we have； we’ll always have slumbe