them。
The corners of Nate's mouth drooped like he was about to cry。 Blair wasn't breaking up with him
officially… she never did； which is why they'd been breaking up and getting back together on and
off for the last three years。 But that was before they'd bee as intimate as you can be with
someone； and now there was some random guy in Blair's bed。 〃Okay。 Have a good day at school
tomorrow。〃
〃See you；〃 Blair closed the door and leaned against it。 〃He's gone；〃 she whispered。
Serena lifted her head and her pale blond hair cascaded all over the bed。 〃That was fun；〃 she
observed； but the way she said it made it sound like a question。
Blair went over and sat down on the end of the bed。 〃Really fun；〃 she agreed hollowly。 The girls'
eyes met。 Neither of them was smiling。
Then Serena giggles。 〃I guess it would have been more fun if I'd really been Stan 5。〃
Blair didn't say anything。 She'd basically just broken up with Nate… again… after passing up a
perfectly good opportunity to fool around with a boy who could very well get her into Yale。 Well；
one thing was for sure： She wasn't about to let Stan 5 get away。
Serena threw back the covers and grabbed the leather bound room service menu from beside the
table。 〃Let's order filet mignons and French fries and beer and watch old movies！〃
She'd always been an expert at changing the subject。
Blair scooted her feet up underneath her and reached for the TV remote。 There might be an Audrey
Hepburn movie on TCM or AMC。 She flicked through the channels hopefully。 Aha！ 'My Fair
Lady'。 Well； at least that was something。
Serena lit a Merit Ultra Light； took a puff； and then stuck it in Blair's mouth。 The n she picked up
the phone massaging Blair's shoulders as she ordered nearly everything on the Plaza Hotel's room
service menu。
Maybe life sucked for some people； but Serena wouldn't let it suck for them。
TWO DOORS DOWN； A SUITE GETS TRASHED
Just down the hall； in an even bigger suite； Dan； Jenny； two members of the Raves； and a very tan
French girl were lounging round smoking cigars that had been FedExed to the room from Cuba
that day。 The whole room was filled with ripped…open FedEx boxes： Peaches from Georgia；
candles from France； Vodka from Finland； strong brown ale from Ireland； breadsticks from Italy；
shower gel from LA； and extra…sharp cheddar cheese from Vermont。
As if you couldn't buy all of the above in the city that has everything。
Lloyd asked the concierge to send up more bathrobes； and one by one they all removed their
clothes and donned robes。 Jenny wasn't quite sure what to do with her pants and shirt； and it was
nearly impossible to hide her bra； because the bathrobe had the troublesome habit of popping
outward in the cleavage area。 She decided to stuff her clothes into the gold…and…white vanity
cupboard under the bathroom sink and cinched the belt of the bathrobe as tight as it would go
before stepping out into the suite once more。
〃Have a peach；〃 Damian offered in his adorable Irish accent。 He pulled one of the perfectly
ripened fruit out of the box and held it up。 He'd changed into a robe； and Jenny wondered if he
was still wearing his underwear。 The thought made her cheeks turn red and her bathrobe pop open
once more。 Damian patted the seat cushion of the gold damask loveseat he was sitting on。 〃e；
sit down。 Eat one of these and then show me how badly you can kick my ass at Terminator。〃
Jenny glanced at the selection of PlayStation games on the coffee table。 Kick his ass？ She'd never
played a video game in her life。
〃Or would you prefer something more refined； like a fine Italian breadstick？〃 Lloyd asked from
the sofa on the other side of the coffee table。 He drummed two breadsticks on his knees。 〃They're
excellent with ale。 Just dunk；〃 he explained； dipping an entire breadstick into a bottle of Irish ale；
〃and munch。〃 Then he patted the seat cushion next to him just like Damian had done。 〃Try it。〃
Unable to decide between which guy was cuter； Jenny sliced a tiny piece of cheddar cheese of the
huge brick of it on the coffee table and knelt down on the floor。 Monique was sitting on the floor
too； smoking a hand…rolled cigarette and reading a French magazine and looking bored because
Dan had gone to the bathroom to shower and change into his robe。
〃Ooh la la； I just realized who you are！〃 Monique squealed； ashing on the floor in her excitement。
〃You're zee model in zee fantastique W pages。 I love zohze photos。 And zat blond girl… so
beautiful； non？〃
〃Well； you're even prettier；〃 Jenny responded shyly； thrilled to be recognized。 She wished she had
a cool French accent like Monique's。 Everything sounded so much cooler with an accent。
Dan came out of the bathroom with his hip hop clothes all wadded up under his arm。 No wtaht he
was de…puked and sobered up a little； he was tempted to chuck the clothes out the window。
〃Hey man； you never told us your sister was a bloody fashion model；〃 Damian said。
〃If bloody Monique is impressed； she must be pretty fucking huge；〃 Lloyd agreed。
Boys。 Give them some strong Irish ale and all of a sudden they have British accents。
Dan was so ashamed of his performance that night be barely looked at his bandmates。 〃She's done
some modeling；〃 he mumbled。
Marc； the Raves' bassist opened the door of the suite； back from a walk with his Bernese mountain
dog； Trish。 Trish was huge and black with a sweet brown…and…white face like a St。 Bernard。 He'd
names the dog after his ex…girlfriend… the love of his life； who'd broken up with him back in the
ninth grade… and he never went anywhere without her。
How sweet。 And how creepy。
Dan sat on the floor next to his sister。 Trish lay down next to him and put her head in his lap。 She
had terrible breath like she'd been eating canned mackerel and spoiled milk。
〃Hey Marc。 Turns out Jenny is； like； this hugely famous supermodel；〃 Lloyd announced。
Marc glanced shyly at Jenny； then picked up one of the Plaza Hotel bathrobes from the stack and
put it on over his clothes。 He looked like a modern…day vampire； with curly black hair； pale skin；
and nearly black eyes。
Jenny giggled； reveling in all the attention。 It was one o'clock in the morning and she was at the
Plaza Hotel； wearing only a bathrobe and underwear； wit the members of the coolest band ever！ It
was kind of weird being there with her brother； but kind of reassuring； too。
Monique sat up on her knees and stroked Trish's ears。 Then she slipped her hand down the back of
Dan's bathrobe。 〃e into zee bedroom；〃 she mouthed against his ear。
Jenny could hear every word Monique said… not that she really wanted to。 Boldly； she stood up and
went over to the sofa to sit next to Lloyd。 After all； she was a famous model… she could sit
wherever she liked。
Lloyd handed her a breadstick。 〃In southern Italy these are considered an aphrodisiac。〃
〃Liar！〃 Damian threw a ripe； juicy peach at Lloyd's head。 It missed and splattered all over the
pristine white wall behind him。
You're not a real rock star unless you know how to trash a hotel room。
〃Don't listen to that butthead； he's full of it；〃 Damian warned suddenly loosing his Irish accent。 He
dragged three PlayStation joysticks over to the sofa and sat down； so that Jenny was wedged
between him and Lloyd。
As if she minded。
Jenny's feet were tingling and her ears were buzzing。 It was a school night and she was a
supermodel hanging out in a hotel room with three famous rock stars。 If only Serena could see her
now。
Monique dragged Dan into a standing position。 Damian's foot flew up and kicked her in the butt；
but Monique pretended not to notice。 She pulled Dan into the adjacent bedroom； slamming the
door behind them。
〃Don't make too much noise！ Damian shouted after them。
Marc lay down where Dan and Monique had been sitting and rested his head on his dog。 Trish
licked his pale cheek and wrapped an enormous black paw around his neck。
Aw。 What a cute couple。
Jenny had never felt so famous in her life； and she owed it all to her brother。 He deserved to hook