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第43部分（第2页）

“Dancing　is　okay；　cheek…kissing　is　fine；　number　exchange　is　fine　because　who　knows；　but　no　lip…kissing；”　Elise　said；　rattling　off　the　rules　as　if　they　were　officially　sanctioned。

Rules　are　made　to　be　broken。

“Deal！”　Jenny　grinned；　then　goofily　tapped　her　glass　against　Elise’s。

“Jennifer！”　Tyler　greeted　her。　His　black　T…shirt　was　soaked　with　sweat；　but　Jenny　didn’t　mind。　“I’m　glad　you　came。　I　have　a　break　right　now。　Drink？”　he　asked。　Without　waiting　for　an　answer；　he　led　her　through　the　crowd　and　toward　the　bar。　“Two　double　Red　Bull　and　vodkas；”　he　ordered。

The　bartender　was　a　superskinny　girl　with　jet…black　hair　and　tattoos　of　stars　on　her　arms。　“Whatever　you　want；　TyRo；”　she　said　with　a　wink　as　she　passed　the　drinks　to　Tyler。　Condensation　dripped　down　the　sides　of　the　highball　glasses。

“I　need　energy；”　he　explained；　nodding　toward　the　Red　Bulls。

“Totally。”　Jenny　nodded。　Now　that　she　was　here；　she　wanted　to　dance　all　night。

“So；　do　you　like　the　music？　I’m　trying　to　do　this　Brit　pop　indie　rock　thing；　but　I’m　trying　to　give　it　this　sort　of　post…post…punk　New　Wave　shoegazer　edge。”

“It’s　so　cool；”　Jenny　said　honestly。　When　she’d　listened　to　this　kind　of　music　in　her　dorm　room　at　Waverly；　she’d　never　really　gotten　into　it；　but　here　in　the　club；　with　the　bass　thumping　and　so　many　bodies　moving　to　the　beat；　she　could　feel　it　humming　through　her　bones。

“So　do　you　go　out　a　lot？”　Tyler　asked　panionably；　placing　his　elbows　next　to　her。

Jenny　shook　her　head。　She　rarely　left　her　Providence　apartment；　much　less　went　out　to　parties。　If　they　polled　this　club；　she’d　probably　be　the　most　boring　person　here。　She’d　probably　be　the　most　boring　student　in　the　entire　RISD　student　population—including　the　girl　who　made　elaborate　wire　sculptures　of　unicorns。　“I　want　to　go　out　more；”　she　said　finally。

Since　when？

“I　have　parties　every　night　this　week。　You　should　e。　But　first…”　Tyler　possessively　grabbed　her　hand　and　led　her　toward　the　dance　floor。　“Let’s　dance。”

Jenny　grinned　and　nodded　eagerly。　As　Tyler　gripped　her　warm　hand　in　his；　she　felt　a　rush　of　electricity　shoot　through　her　that　she　hadn’t　in　a　while。

Let’s　just　hope　she　remembers　the　rules！

two　girls　in　the　bed　usually　means　trouble

“Shh！　Be　quiet！”　Blair　whispered　sharply　to　Serena。　She　didn’t　want　it　to　be　obvious　to　every　Upper　East　Side　Peeping　Tom　that　they　were　about　to　break　into　the　Archibalds’　ivy…covered　town　house。

Earlier　tonight　she　and　Chuck　had　been　at　home；　drinking　muscadet　and　discussing　couches　when　Serena　called；　asking　if　Blair　wanted　to　grab　a　drink。　The　phone　ringing　was　like　an　alarm。

Alert：　You’re　officially　middle…aged！

One　glass　of　wine　with　Serena　had　bee　two　bottles；　and　the　conversation　had　quickly　evolved　into　an　isn’t　it　weird　we’re　all　grown　up　discussion。　Which　had　turned　into　a　let’s　go　back　to　the　old　days　scheming　session。　Which　was　why　Blair　was　now　standing　outside　Nate’s　town　house；　freezing　her　ass　off　in　her　Antik　Batik　brown　leather　jacket　and　high…waisted　Tahari　sailor　pants。

“What　if　they’re　here？”　Blair　asked；　watching　as　Serena　twisted　the　key　in　the　lock。　In　all　the　years　they’d　both　had　an　extra　set　of　keys　to　Nate’s　apartment；　they’d　never　sneaked　in　together。　“Ew。　What　if　they’re；　like；　doing　it？”

“Gross。　Nate’s　parents　always　go　to　St。　Barts　the　day　after　Christmas　and　stay　until　New　Year’s；”　Serena　said　over　her　shoulder。　“So　they　probably　are。　But　who　cares？　That　will　just　make　it　more　fun。　You　were　the　one　who　said　Jenny　and　Nate　needed　shaking　up；”　Serena　pointed　out　as　she　pushed　the　door　open。　Serena　cocked　her　head　like　a　cocker　spaniel。　“Shhh；”　she　whispered；　as　if　Blair　had　been　the　one　talking。

She　exaggeratedly　tiptoed　up　the　mahogany　staircase。　“I　hear　the　TV　upstairs；”　she　explained。

“You　guys　better　be　decent！”　Blair　called　as　she　pushed　the　door　open　to　the　second…floor　study；　where　they’d　spent　hours　watching　old　movies　when　they　were　younger。

They　found　Nate；　asleep　by　himself；　his　mouth　open　and　a　trail　of　drool　heading　down　his　angular　chin。　A　tartan　throw　was　pulled　over　his　body　and　his　dark　blond　hair　was　all　tangled。　He　looked　adorable。

A　smile　played　on　Serena’s　lips。　“What　do　we　do　now？”　From　her　tone；　it　sounded　as　if　she　knew　exactly　what　she　wanted　to　do。

“The　usual？”　Blair　arched　an　eyebrow。

“I’ll　get　the　supplies；”　Serena　said；　heading　into　the　Archibald　master　suite　as　Blair　raced　up　to　Nate’s　bedroom。　It　was　a　lot　cleaner　than　the　last　time　she’d　seen　it。　The　king…size　bed　was　perfectly　made；　and　there　were　no　piles　of　DVDs　or　notebooks　on　the　floor。　It　reminded　Blair　of　a　hotel。

And　we　all　know　what　good　luck　she　has　in　hotels。

She　climbed　into　the　bed；　pulling　the　green　flannel　sheets　around　her。　She’d　always　hated　flannel；　because　the　material　felt　so　scratchy　pared　to　her　own　Frette　sheets；　but　Nate　had　refused　to　sleep　on　anything　else。　Ton