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for　Blair　and　Serena　were　not　quite　as　pretty　or　healthy…looking　as　the　originals。

　The　fact　that　their

once…white　outfits　were　both　marred　by　sloppy；　barfy…looking　stains　further　cemented　it。

　She

squinted　at　them；　realizing　they　were　the　faux　versions　she？d　seen　on　the　beach　only　hours　before。

Just　what　she　needed？a　reminder　of　her　horrible　after…noon　with　the　terror　twins。

　The　rest　of　their

time　at　the　beach　had　been　uneventful　enough；　but　the　moment　they　returned　to　the　house；　Ms。

Morgan　had　dug　into　her　about　what　SPF　she？d　used　on　the　boys；　what　books　they？d　read；　and

how　she？d　really　prefer　Vanessa　not　ruin　their　dinner　with　Cheez…Its。

　Vanessa　had　nodded　patiently；

then　raced　to　her　upstairs　room　and　quickly　changed　into　something　relatively　presentable。

　Then

she？d　dashed　out　of　the　house　and　into　the　night；　refusing　to　let　the　minor　fact　that　she　didn？t　have

either　a　driver？s　license　or　a　car　get　in　her　way。

　She？d　grabbed　one　of　the　twins？　tiny　bicycles

from　the　hook　from　which　it　was　suspended　and　pedaled　toward　civilization；　figuring　that　it　would

only　be　a　matter　of　time　before　she　came　across　someone　who　could　direct　her　to　where　Blair　and

Serena　might　be。

　Luckily；　she？d　bumped　into　Siobhan　after　about　one　block。

？Do　you　know　where　they　went？？　Vanessa　turned　to　see　Chuck　Bass　disappearing　into　the　crowd；

his　hand　raised　high　above　his　head　to　avoid　spilling　his　drink。

Great。

　No　Blair；　no　Serena；　and　now；　no　Chuck。

　Vanessa　had　a　vision　of　herself　alone；　shivering

on　the　beach；　trying　to　avoid　the　perverts　and　murderous　models。

Just　another　night　in　East　Hampton。

Well；　there？s　only　one　cure　for　a　lonely　night；　Vanessa　reasoned　as　she　dove　into　the　crowd；

slipping　through　a　trio　of　shirtless　musclemen；　making　a　beeline　for？where　else？？　the　bar。

？Vodka　martini。

？　She　smiled　at　the　bartender；　giving　him　her　best　yes…I？m…on…the…guest…list　look。

She　almost　never　drank；　but　holding　a　martini　might　give　her　a　new　outlook　on　life。

The　bartender　went　right　to　work　and　smoothly　handed　over　a　glass。

　Clutching　the　stem；　Vanessa

turned　back　into　the　crowd；　unsure　who　to　talk　to。

　There　was　Chuck；　laughing　as　he　made　small

talk　with　a　very　tall　man；　and　there　were　the　two　impostors　from　the　beach；　frowning　and

pathetically　dabbing　at　their　stained　outfits　with　damp　napkins。

Tough　choice。

Vanessa　wove　through　a　thicket　of　linen…pants…clad　types；　heading　toward　the　edge　of　the