an was supposed to e with me； but he didn’t
really want to； so I just let him drop me off。 Actually； I do know one
person；” Jenny said。
“Oh；” said Blair。 “And who is that？”
“Serena van der Woodsen；” Jenny chirped。 “We’re making a movie
together。 Did she tell you？”
Just then； a waitress brandished a platter of sushi under Blair’s
nose。 Blair grabbed a chunky tuna roll and shoved it into her mouth。
“Serena’s not here yet；” she said； chewing hungrily。 “But I’m sure
she’ll be thrilled to see you。”
“Okay。 I guess I’ll just wait for her here； then；” Jenny said； snagging
two flutes of champagne from a waiter’s tray。 She handed one to
Blair。 “Will you wait with me？”
Blair took the champagne； tilted her head back； and poured it down
the hatch。 The sickly sweet fizziness of it didn’t exactly jive with the
raw fish and seaweed she’d just eaten。 Blair burped queasily。
“I’ll be right back；” she told Jenny； practically running for the
powder room。
Jenny took a sip of her champagne and gazed up at the crystal
chandelier hanging from the ceiling； congratulating herself on
making it in there。 This was exactly what she’d always wanted。 She
closed her eyes and finished off her flute of champagne。 When she
opened her eyes again； she saw stars； but still no Serena。
Another waiter walked by with more champagne； and Jenny took
two mo