小说园

第12部分（第3页）

and　loafers。　Three　stunning　female　bartenders　worked　the　crowd　furiously；　throwing　bottles　in　the

air　and　knocking　back　shots　along　with　the　guys。　The　screech　of　country　music　filled　the　room。

Vanessa　stomped　across　the　sawdust…covered　floor　in　her　black　Prada　platforms？Blair

cast…offs？and　looked　around。　Ruby　was　leaning　against　the　wall　wearing　a　short　red　dress　and

bat　boots；　doing　shots　with　a　group　of　obviously　intoxicated　girls。　Vanessa　walked　up　and

elbowed　her　sister　in　the　ribs。

？Watch　it！？　Ruby　yelled；　an　annoyed　look　on　her　face。　？Bitch；？　she　muttered。

Vanessa　grabbed　her　sister？s　arm　and　leaned　in　closer。　？Ruby；　it？sme　。？　Ruby？s　face　went　blank

with　shock。　She　reached　up；　touching　the　strands　of　long　blond　hair　framing　Vanessa？s　face；

staring　at　her　eyes；　carefully　outlined　with　brown　pencil　and　expertly　shadowed？courtesy　of　Ms。

Blair　Cornelia　Waldorf；　of　course？and　promptly　began　laughing　like　a　lunatic。

？Oh　my　God；？　she　laughed；　downing　another　shot　of　amber　liquid；　？I　reallyam　wasted。？　As　soon

as　she　drained　the　glass；　shivering　slightly　as　the　liquor　hit　her　chest；　she　grabbed　Vanessa？s　arms

again；　looking　her　up　and　down　and　taking　in　the　short　black　Anna　Sui　skirt　and　tight；　beaded

charcoal　gray　Chlo？　corset　top　Blair　had　practically　shoved　into　Vanessa？s　messenger

bag。　？Seriously；　Vanessa；　you　look　ridiculous。　But　also　kind　of　。　。　。　hot！？　？Really？？　Vanessa

reached　up　to　touch　the　wig。　She　was　still　a　little　unfortable　in　this　getup？not　to　mention

sweltering。　The　room　was　the　temperature　of　a　sauna；　and　her　cascading　wig　of　human　hair　wasn？t

helping　any。

？Do　a　shot！？　Ruby　yelled；　shoving　a　glass　in　her　hand。　Vanessa　tilted　her　head　back；　momentarily

afraid　her　wig　might　fall　off　in　the　process；　and　downed　the　shot；　which　tasted　like　gasoline。　She

shook　her　head　from　side　to　side　like　she　was　trying　to　chase　her　impending　hangover　away。

Fat　chance。

？What　the　hell　are　you　guys　drinking？？　she　croaked；　wiping　her　mouth　with　the　back　of　her　hand。

？J&BwithaJ&Bback！？　A　girl　Vanessa　recognized　as　one　of　the　bartenders　from　the　Five　and

Dime；　one　of　Ruby？s　favorite　Brooklyn　hangouts；　slurred；　shoving　another　shot　glass　into

Vanessa？s　hand。　？Drink　it！？　As　if　she　had　a　choice。

The　liquor　burned　Vanessa？s　throat。　She　shook　her　shoulders　and　tried　to　regain　her

eyesight。　？C？mon；　sissy；　I　want　to　talk！？　Ruby　yelled　into　her　ear。

？You　want　to　walk？？　Vanessa　asked；　pointing　to　a　bartender　wearing　a　tight　Western　shirt

unbuttoned　to　her　belly　button；　ridiculously　short　jean　shorts；　and　red　stilettos；　strutting　on　top　of

the　bar　as　though　it　were　a　catwalk。

？No！？　Ruby　pulled　her　into　a　darkened　corner　near　the　ladies？　room。　At　least　it　was　slightly

quieter。　She　clutched　Vanessa？s　arm　like　a　drowning　woman。