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drunk confessions / chapter nine
THIS JUST IN, S AND B COMMITTING A CRIME OF FASHION. Who doesn't love a five-finger discount? Especially if one of those fingers is the middle one, Marley's. Sources say she was left out, again, from S and B's little photoshoot at Central Park. When will poor M learn that she's the odd one out?
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Everyone knows you can't choose your family, but you can choose your friends, and in a world ruled by bloodlines and bank accounts, it pays to have a pal. That being said, don't you think it's about time to move on from a group that clearly doesn't want you, M? Maybe you should buy yourself a friend with both of your daddies money.
And as much as a b.f.f can make you go w.t.f, there's no denying we'd all be a little less rich without them. And Serena and Blair — they do besties better than anyone.
No, that's not a tear in my eye, it's just allergies. Without you, I'm nothing. Gossip Girl.
"Want another one, miss?" The nice bartender asked, offering the mellow girl another martini drink, noticing hers was already half gone.
"Line em' up!" Marley tapped the counter top repeatedly with both hands, smiling excitedly as she watched him make her another one.
How Marley ended up in a nightly bar in the middle of nowhere was something she herself was confused over. After the photo shot, the last thing she remember was walking into a bar that looked like it was calling her. She had been there for a little over an hour, and was ready to leave.
"Uhm, miss?" The bartender gave her a worrisome look. "Are you sure you don't want me to call you a cab? I could-"
"Me? In a cab? Please." Marley began to cackle, almost spilling her martini over. "No."
