"Promise me you won't see him or speak to him again without coming to me first." Serena promises, and Blair finally relaxes, and S sweetly thanks her, and Chuck starts the elevator again, offering Blair the chance to kiss her on a Cheat Pass. They laugh, and S calls her brother creepy, and everything is put together again, in a wilderness country where nobody is watching.
Stacks on deck, Patron on ice
We can pop bottles all night
Baby you can have whatever you like
Yeah you can have whatever you like
That's a T.I. song! It's raucous. But not tonight, because tonight it's an Anya Marina cover, starting slow and strumming over the drunken winding down of the threesome in the DUMBO loft. Dan grabs the paper to show Olivia how hard they tried to keep her there, to count them down, and Olivia counts along, but there are only fifteen, and Vanessa's laughing and embarrassed and Dan's his usual awkward self as Olivia grabs the paper away, ordering them to help her complete the last item, until she sees it, and then they laugh. And to be Vanessa in this moment is to be very alone, because Dan kept her in his pocket for so long, riding shotgun on every love he had, that she thought it was gone and done.
But every time he kissed a girl there was a quiet pinch that said she was doing a good job, and being a good friend, and that she was over it. And every time they were alone and he confided in her there was a tiny little pinch that said how much easier it would have been if he'd just figured it out, just gotten there a little bit quicker, it would have worked out so much more tidily, because she loved him, and they grew up together, and he knew all of her secrets. Not an angry part or even a sad part, except on the quietest nights when he'd say something or his face would quirk a certain way and it would flicker for a second and she'd wonder what they would have been like. If they had done it right. If there had been no Constance and no St. Jude's and no upward mobility, if Rufus and Alison had been more like Gabriele and Arlo, and he'd never known about the Upper East Side. She'd wonder what that was like. It wasn't even a wound, it was... Like the scar of a scratch, from a long time ago.
Late night sex so wet and so tight
Gas up the jet for you tonight
Baby you can go wherever you like
Yeah you can go wherever you like