grunt of pain passes through his lips, neglecting the purse. her expensive belongings can wither on the carpet for all he cares.
“nothin’ happened. you’re thinking on this too much.”
“ gossip girl doesn’t lie with picture proof ! i thought we were finally breaking through, chuck . ”
throwing her purse at him now, clearly upset as it hits him in the forehead
for chase to hurry up with setting up the equipment.
“hopefully, you’ll impress me with your photography and earn the privilege of riding with me to these shoots. until then, i expect perfection.”
arms lift in an aggressive manner upon his arrival, checking his watch to emphasise that chuck does not praise tardiness and will have no problem getting rid of chase if his needs are not met.
cue an eye roll, adjusting his +
@MONEYIMS chase was running late. which, was the *first and only time he was late. it was because he couldn’t find the venue———the maps took him all over the place, except the parking lot to the venue. he quickly grabbed his camera and lighting +
tie thoughtfully. “i paid you for this because i heard you were the best. if you are going to take advantage of my .. * kindness, i will find someone capable of simple time management to fill your position.”
chuck huffs, gesturing +
chuck has a hard time believing that nate knows the definition of fun at all; it’s not like he’s made an effort to be involved in the night – life. schoolwork can’t be that important, can it? he sips at his coffee eagerly, +
once his other hand is left cup - less, he sips at his own coffee —- hoping it’ll soothe the result of an equally sleepless, yet far less fun night.
“ trust me, i miss fun. ” the details naturally cause him to roll his eyes. even harder at the bit about blair. ..
subtle glances in nate’s direction.
“i’m not thinking about blair. it’s all in the past; didn’t i ever tell you i am the best when it comes to moving on, nathaniel?”
small shrug of his shoulders, nudging nate’s arm playfully. +
he should feel very out of place ... seeing him here makes chuck feel ill, or perhaps that’s the amount of whiskey he’s had.
actively avoiding eye contact.