Well, this was a bad start to Thanksgiving, drunk before dawn, luckily Blair had found you before anything bad could happen to you. As you were pushed into the car, you were driven home quickly by a cab of some sort.

As you were ushered back into your home, you were quickly placed on the couch. While you were tossing and turning, a push to your front door caught your attention. "Well, hello Mr and Mrs Waldorf." He greeted with his velvety voice, as he placed a peck on Blair's lips. You could hear muffled words being reciprocated as Blair asked Nate to take care of you.

He quickly got you into the bathroom. "I don't wanna bath." You whined as he replied with "Too bad." He chuckled as he closed the door, saying "Seriously, you smell like an old brewery" to which you quickly protested.

To check if he was lying, you quickly smelled your hair as you finally exclaimed, "Oh, I do!" As he put your thigh on his leg and removed your slippers, while laughing. You quicky smelled it and said "An old brewery with a hint of... secondhand smoke" you said as Nate laughed from next to you. "And then a pint of Old Spice" he said as he chuckled. "I totally need a bath" you said as you turned on the water. "So, what about you?" You asked as you pointed the handheld showerhead in his face. "What about me? I don't spell like an ashtray." He quickly said as you retorted "But you look like an ass tray" while spraying him with water.