Catherine and Nate hold hands until they make their way back to where people are; Jenny and Eric at the bar getting refreshed when Laurel sidles up. "So... I hear Tinsley offered to help you find an internship if you want one." Jenny admits she did, waits a beat, and continues: "I said thanks, but I'm actually learning a lot where I am right now. I didn't think it was right to leave just yet." Laurel is pleased -- which is kind of cool because pure fashion is real and decisions are made for reasons we might never explain and yes my toesocks are cerulean blue and whatever, but it's quite a leap to then assume that everybody in fashion is wise or creative, so you have people who actually do just adjust their aesthetics based on bellwether celebutantes like that -- because apparently Jenny is talented now. Because Tinsley Mortimer said so. "Well, enjoy the rest of your weekend... Jenny. I'll see you Monday?" Jenny says she's looking forward to it, and Laurel leaves. Eric doubts Laurel meant anything she said -- better to have a friend of a friend of Tinsley's closer to the nest I guess -- but Jenny's just glad she knows her name. Oh, Jenny. This is exactly what fucked you last time, this compulsion to know people and climb ladders. Woe betide the first teen model or real designer who comes under Jenny's needy, desperate gaze, because Jenny is just looking for the next solid reason to go totally buttcrazy and we all know it, and the fashion world has buttcrazy to spare.
Chuck slithers out of the shadows and Blair asks if he isn't finished trying to fuck up her night. "Look, I should never have abandoned you. I knew I made the wrong decision as soon as your plane took off. Distracted myself all summer hoping I wouldn't feel it, but I still do." Which is kind of an admission of weakness, like a last-ditch attempt at the bizarre new strategy of telling the actual truth, but the way these two work, sometimes the last-ditch admission of weakness is actually only a strategy to lure the other person into an open area. "I was scared... Scared that if we spent the whole summer together, just us... You'd see..." See what? "Me." Hee! But also, Aww. Because it's that same burlesque shit over and over and I feel like we know a couple more of her layers than we do his at this point, which means hopefully he'll spend as much time going crazy this year as she did last year. I wonder. "Please don't leave with him," Chuck says seriously, taking her arm. She is dead serious. "Why? Give me a reason. And 'I'm Chuck Bass' doesn't count."