gossip girl 10 英文- 第8节

？My　dad　wouldtotally　love　this。？　Blair　almost　wished　that　her　fabulous　gay　dad；　Harold　Waldorf；　
and　his　much…younger　French　boyfriend；　Etienne　or　Edouard　or　whatever…thefuck　his　name　was；　
weren？t　off　living　the　good　life　in　the　south　of　France。　She　wanted　someone　besides　Serena　to　
witness　what　was　about　to　happen。　

？My　girls　are　here！？　Bailey　Winter　emerged　from　a　thicket　of　silver…haired　news…anchory　types；　
all　of　whom　seemed　to　be　wearing　blue　blazers　and　white　pants；　despite　the　fact　that　it　was　easily　
eighty　degrees。　Bailey　himself　wore　a　similar　ensemble；　but　with　three…quarter…length　sleeves　and　
pant　legs　that　left　his　neon…orange…and…hot…pink　argyle　knee　socks　and　white　nubuck　saddle　shoes　
exposed。　Skipping　up　the　path　to　Blair　and　Serena；　he　extended　one　chubby　hand　to　each　of　them；　
his　entourage　of　five　yelping　pugs　following　closely　on　his　heels。　

？e；　girls；　make　a　Bailey　sandwich。？　He　giggled。　？Hopefully　it　won？t　be　the　only　threesome　
I？m　in　tonight。？　He　grinned　and　gave　a　little　wave　to　the　shirtless　DJ。　

？Lovely　party；？　Blair　plimented　Bailey；　noticing　the　many　barely　clothed　waiters　circulating　
with　champagne　flutes。　

？Thank　you；　darling！？　Bailey　squealed。　？Step；　step；　ladies。　We　need　to　get　you　some　drinks！？　He　


dashed　off　in　the　direction　of　the　bar；　pulling　the　two　along　with　him　like　puppies　on　a　
leash。　？Bartender！？　he　barked　at　the　golden　surfer…boy　model…type　who　was　behind　the　bar。　His　
uniform；　like　those　of　the　rest　of　the　waitstaff；　consisted　of　a　low…cut　Bailey　Winter　Gar？on　
cotton…and…cashmere　vest　over　his　perfectly　defined　bare　chest。　

？What　do　my　pets　want？？　Bailey　cooed。　

？Two　Negronis。？　Blair　turned　to　scan　the　crowd；　a　blur　of　white　trousers　against　the　green　grass；　
perfect　haircuts　and　impressive　muscles　peeking　out　of　too…short　sleeves。　

Then　she　spotted　them：　Ibiza　and　Svetlana；　clad　in　white。　Copycat　bitches。　Svetlana　wore　a　tacky；　
stretchy　asymmetrical　dress　that　emphasized　her　basically　nonexistent　chest。　Ibiza　had　squeezed　
herself　into　a　backless　white　hot　pants　jumpsuit　that　looked　like　something　Blair？s　mother　might　
have　worn　to　Studio　54；　like；　thirty　years　ago。　Nasty。　

Why　not　do　something　about　it　then？　

？Here　you　are。？　The　bartender　handed　Blair　two　tumblers　filled　with　the　rich；　orange　liquid。　？I？m　
Gavin。？　

？Thank　you；　Gavin。？　Serena　batted　her　eyelashes　at　him。　？So　。　。　。　are　you　out　here　all　summer？？　
she　asked；　leaning　against　the　weathered…wood　bar。　

？Not　now；？　Blair　snapped；　grabbing　her　friend？s　arm。　

She　had　no　patience　for　Serena？s　flirting？not　when　they　had　a　job　to　do。　

？Sorry。？　Serena　took　a　small　sip　of　the　bittersweet　cock…tail。　？I　was　just　having　a　little　fun。　He？s　
probably　the　only　nongay　guy　here。？　

？Bailey；　I？d　like　to　get　a　closer　look　at　the　DJ　booth；？　Blair　announced。　

？Oh；　honey；　you　read　mymind。　？　Bailey　guided　the　two　by　their　elbows　around　the　perimeter　of　
the　pool　toward　the　pink…trimmed　white　cabana　that　had　been　erected　for　the　occasion。　？He？s　
positively　scrumptious；　don？t　you　think？　Oh；　shoo；　girls。？　He　waved　away　Ibiza　and　Svetlana；　
who　were　pawing　through　the　milk　crates　packed　with　records。　？He？s　gotwork　to　do！？　

？Ve？re　helping　him；？　Ibiza　protested；　pouting　and　sipping　at　her　chardonnay。　

？Sure　you　are。？　Bailey　winked　sarcastically　at　Blair。　

？Why　don？t　we　all　go　over　there　and　chat？？　Blair　pointed　at　an　all…white　seating　area　next　to　the　
pool。　


？Yes；　yes；　you　girls　go　sit？I　mean；　I　had　those　cushions　specially　made　just　for　this　party。　That　is　
the　most　divine　bleached　Italian　silk。　Very　rare。　Very　special。　So　lounge；　e　on；　look　pretty。　Go　
on；　run　along。？　Bailey　raised　his　tiny　Tiffany　champagne　flute　in　salute。　？I？ll　stay　here　and　keep　an　
eye　on　our　music　man；　don？t　you　worry！？　

Ibiza　and　Svetlana　arranged　themselves　on　the　over…stuffed；　raw…silk　pillows　stationed　poolside。　
Blair　and　Serena　stood　above　them；　grimacing。　

？He？s　a　gay；　you　do　know？？　Ibiza　sipped　her　wine　and　stared　coldly　at　Blair。　

Blair　looked　down　at　her。　It　was　almost　like　looking　in　a　particularly　fucked…up　trick　mirror　at　a　
carnival。　？Yes；　I？m　aware；　thanks。？　

？I　just　thought；　you　know；　you　hold　hands　with　him；　I　tell　you；　you　know；　don？t　expect　anything　
to　happen；？　Ibiza　continued。　

？Why　would　I　expect　anything　to　happen？？　Blair　looked　blankly　at　Serena。　

？I　don？t　know。？　Serena　shrugged。　

？I　mean；　what　could　happen？？　Blair　smiled；　then　suddenly　tripped　spastically　forward。　Her　
still…untouched　deep…orange　cocktail　flew　at　Ibiza？s　chest。　She　grabbed　Serena？s　arm　to　steady　
herself；　which　caused　Serena？s　drink　to　spill　all　over　Svetlana？s　head。　

What　are　the　odds？　

The　crowd　clustered　around　the　quartet　gave　a　collective；　horrified　gasp　as　everything？the　white　
dresses；　the　white　pillows；　Svetlana？s　white…blond　hair？turned　a　deep　tangerine　color　right　before　
their　eyes。　

？Oh　goodness；　what　have　I　done？？　Blair　used　her　white…and…cream　striped　cocktail　napkin　to　dab　
delicately　at　the　front　of　Ibiza？s　dress。　

？Ees　ruined；　you　beetch。　Is　Versace！？　Ibiza　waved　her　away　irritably。　

？What　happened？？　Bailey　Winter　dashed　toward　them；　palms　pressed　against　his　cheeks　in　
dismay。　His　five　pugs　barked　uneasily　at　the　crowd。　？What？s　going　on？　Someone　spilled？　Oh　my　
word！　Mypillows！　？　

？They　do　this！？　barked　Ibiza；　the　tangerine　stain　spreading　across　her　hideous　formerly　white　
jumpsuit。　Between　the　stain　and　her　brassy　highlights　and　too…orange　tan；　she　was　beginning　to　
look　like　a　clementine…colored　Oompa　Loompa。　？They　do　on　purpose！？　

？We　better　go　get　some　towels。。。。？　Blair　backed　away　from　the　scene　and　into　the　


still…stunned…silent　crowd。　

？Towels。？　Serena　nodded　seriously。　She　pulled　at　her　own　white…blond　locks；　tying　the　ends　in　a　
knot　to　hold　them　in　place。　

？I　need　a　minute　alone；　please！？　Bailey　Winter　raised　his　hands　and　started　shooing。　？Everyone；　

please；　just　back　to　the　party。　Pretend　I？m　not　here。？　

That？s　right：　ignore　the　weeping　man　in　neon　argyle　surrounded　by　barking　dogs。　

？We？ll　give　you　a　minute。？　Blair　grabbed　Serena？s　hand　and　pulled　her　through　the　crowd　of　

men。　By　the　time　they　reached　the　lawn；　both　of　them　were　nearly　hysterical　with　giggles。　

？What　now？？　Serena　gasped。　？We　can？t　go　back　there。？　

Blair　dropped　her　crystal…cut　tumbler　to　the　ground；　where　it　landed　with　a　thud。　？Can　we　make　

it　over　this？？　She　stood　on　her　tiptoes　to　more　closely　examine　the　redwood　fence　that　separated　
the　Winter　estate　from　the　Archibald　residence。　

Of　course　you　can。　In　heels。　

？Definitely。？　Serena　placed　her　glass　on　the　spongy　grass　and　pulled　herself　up　onto　the　fence。　

Blair　followed　her；　easily　maneuvering　her　body　over　the　fence　and　landing　on　the　grassy　lawn　
beyond　it。　She　inspected　her　pale　yellow　dress？there　was　a　stain　across　the　bodice　from　where　
she？d　touched　the　fence。　？Bollocks；？　she　swore。　

No　pain；　no　gain。　

　？Blair？　Serena？？　

Blair　looked　up　from　her　ruined　dress　to　find　exactly　who　she？d　secretly　hoped　to　find　in　the　

Archibalds？　yard。　

？Hello；　Nate。？　She　tucked　her　hair　behind　her　ear　and　smiled。　

？I　heard　someone　scream。　I　thought　it　was　a　wild　animal　or　something。？　Nate　looked　dazed；　like　

he？d　been　napping。　

Or　smoking；　more　likely。　

？I　was　worried　about　you　guys；？　he　went　on。　

？That？s　sweet；？　Blair　cooed；　reaching　out　to　take　Serena？s　hand。　？Now　take　us　home。？　


？What　do　you　mean？？　Nate　blinked；　staring　at　them　like　he　was　still　trying　to　figure　out　if　they　
were　real　or　just　an　apparition。　？Home；here？　Of　course。　e　on　in？？　

？No；home！　？　Blair　and　Serena　shrieked　in　unison。　Then　they　took　off　running　across　the　perfectly　
trimmed　lawn　toward　the　driveway；　where　Nate？s　father？s　pride　and　joy；　a　hunter　green　Aston　
Martin　convertible；　sat　basking　in　the　cool　night　air。

　Road　trip！　

it？s　all　about　timing　

？Well；　well；　well；　look　what　the　hairless　cat　dragged　in。？　Chuck　Bass　slid　his　titanium　Christian　
Roth　sunglasses　down　his　nose　and　fired　a　crooked　smile　at　Vanessa。　She？d　barely　taken　two　steps　
into　Bailey　Winter？s　expansive　yard　before　Chuck　had　stepped　into　her　path　and　started　cl