"But you were right not to trust me. I ruined everything." She's so sad! I don't mind this whole Blair Is A Screeching Lunatic storyline, as I've said, because A) I remember Season One, where that was true, B) I remember Season Two, where that was still true, and C) Everything she does makes total sense for the character as presented. It's not always admirable and it's often pathetic, but that's what you call a television show. I'm not here to pretend I'm Blair, or that Blair and Chuck's love is real or relevant to my own life: I'm here to watch a story in which people fuck up, which is what stories are about. Not sure what's confusing about that concept. "Heartfelt, earnest," says Chuck, with a hint of detached distrust in his voice: "Let me guess, you found out the liquor license you so thoughtfully procured was a fake?"
Blair's amazed that he already knew, and asks if he got condolence flowers about it too, and he actually smiles: "I don't need condolence flowers. I know Jack Bass." The song goes into the bridge, and she goes, "If you know, then why is the club still open? If the cops show..." A lightbulb goes off over her head, and she very timidly offers him one more big idea... But he's already had it. "I'll take care of the paparazzi!" Blair beams, relieved beyond the telling of it to be a part of the team, but before she can run off, he grabs her wrist. "Blair, we still have things to discuss." Her smile is sad but knowing, and she nods. Good enough.
By the way she looked I should've calmed down
I went too far/ Oh that's all I got to say
Sitting off to the side, Eric is looking completely at ease and adorable -- banker/bookie's outfit, complete with suspenders and spectacles, and a bright green visor -- when he spots Jenny making her way awkwardly through the crowd; he laughs when she trips, and she swallows some self-hatred: "If you got it you got it, right?" It's sort of mortifying. Eric informs her that she does not "got it," and he finally offers her a seat. He puts down his drink and expresses his honest sympathies that she had to have a sitdown with Lily, but Jenny still doesn't get the danger there, or what he's really warning her about: "Yeah. Well, she clearly has some experience in Queendom."
Eric lets it go, because that war is cold and not relevant right now, and just says he'd rather have a run-in with Jenny on the Met steps than deal with the Rhodes Women bullshit -- Which is such an old attitude that I wonder if this mention isn't a plant for future Lily/Eric drama, which to be honest would probably fucking kill me -- and they broker a sort of tense and very grateful peace. I love how much they love each other. "Without Jonathan here, I know no one!" he exclaims, and when she agrees, he asks where her Handmaidens are. She just shrugs, but you know something horrible is about to happen.