gossip girl 9 英文- 第23部分

Anthony　Avuldsen　wove　through　the　crowd；　lifting　his　whiskey　and　soda　high　into　the　air　to　
avoid　a　spill。　He？d　shaved　his　blond　hair　close　to　his　head　and　had　a　deep　summertime　tan　that　
made　his　smile　seem　even　brighter　than　usual。　The　bouncer？a　burly　guy　with　no　discernible　neck？　
gave　him　a　quick　nod；　allowing　him　to　step　up　onto　the　platform　that　doubled　as　the　club？s　VIP　
room。　

？Archibald；　you　son　of　a　bitch；？　Anthony　said；　knocking　his　glass　against　Nate？s　bottle　in　

greeting。　？Where　the　hell　have　you　been　keeping　yourself？？　

？Hey；？　Nate　greeted　him。　

？Coach　working　you？？　Anthony　plopped　next　to　Nate　on　the　banquette；　nodding　his　head　in　time　

to　the　thumping　bass　line。　

？Something　like　that；？　Nate　admitted。　

？Dude；？　Anthony　continued；　shouting　to　be　heard　over　the　deafening　din　of　the　music。　？I　hear　

Blair？s　back　in　town。　What？s　the　story？？　
Nate　frowned；　then　draped　an　arm　around　Tawny；　pulling　her　even　closer。　？I　don？t　know。？　He　

shrugged。　

？I？m　Tawny；？　the　girl　said；　leaning　across　Nate？s　lap　and　smiling　in　Anthony？s　direction。　

？What？s　up？？　Anthony　nodded　in　greeting。　？Anthony。？　

？You　two　know　each　other　from　school？？　she　wanted　to　know。　

　？Yeah；？　Anthony　responded。　？How　do　you　two　know　each　other？？　

Nate　signaled　to　the　waitress。　He　needed　another　drink；　immediately。　

？Nate　just　fell　at　my　feet　one　day；？　Tawny　replied；　draining　the　last　of　her　cocktail。　？I　guess　I？m　

just　lucky。？　

Anthony　studied　her；　then　yelled　at　Nate；　？You？re　the　lucky　one；　bastard。？　

The　waitress　approached；　looking　exactly　like　Jessica　Simpson　playing　Daisy　inThe　Dukes　of　

Hazzard　。　？Another　round？？　she　asked。　

？Please；？　Nate　told　her。　If　Anthony　was　going　to　ask　him　any　more　questions；　he？d　need　to　get　a　
stronger　buzz　on。　


？I　haven？t　seen　you　around　the　city；？　Anthony　continued。　？Where　do　you　go　to　school？？　
？Oh；　I？m　not　from　the　city；？　Tawny　explained。　？I　live　in　Hampton　Bays。？　
？Cool；？　Anthony　exclaimed。　？I　don？t　think　I？ve　ever　met　a　townie　before。？　
Nate　jabbed　Anthony　roughly　with　his　elbow。　
？What？？　Anthony　demanded。　？It？s　cool。　No　offense；　man。？　
？What？？　asked　Tawny；　cupping　her　palm　over　her　ear。　？It？s　so　loud！？　
？Dude；？　Anthony　continued；　oblivious。　？Isabel　is　having　a　party　tomorrow。　I　heard　Serena？s　


going　to　be　there。　You　seen　her　lately？？　
The　last　time　Nate　had　seen　Serena；　he？d　been　kissing　Jenny　at　Blair？s　graduation　party。　It　was　
just　a　？for　old　times？　sake？　kiss；　but　he　was　pretty　sure　she　and　Blair　had　bonded　over　how　mad　at　

him　they　were。　
What　else　is　new？　
Nate　shook　his　head。　He　felt　pletely　out　of　touch　with　all　the　people　he？d　grown　up　with。　
？Wait；Serena　？？　asked　Tawny　excitedly；　leaning　across　Nate？s　lap。　From　this　vantage　he　had　an　

unobstructed　view　down　her　blouse　to　her　pierced　navel　and　could　seeeverything　in　between。　？As　
in；　Serena　with　the　foreign…sounding　last　name？？　
She　leaned　further　forward；　giving　Nate　another　glimpse　of　the　Promised　Land。　
Is　she　doing　that　on　purpose？Nate　wondered。　

Nate　glanced　at　Anthony　to　make　sure　he　wasn？t　sneaking　a　peek　as　well；　but　he？d　turned　to　talk　
to　some　dark…haired　beauty　Nate　vaguely　remembered　went　to　Grafton　and　was　a　year　younger　
than　them。　

？I　guess　so；？　Nate　allowed；　enjoying　Tawny？s　surprised　expression。　Did　Serena？s　name　sound　
foreign？　He？d　never　noticed。　But　forget　Serena？Tawny　was　clearly　impressed。　He　didn？t　feel　that　
way　often；　girls　thought　he　was　cute　or　cool　or　popular　or　whatever；　but　she　was　looking　at　him　
with　something　he？d　never　really　seen　in　Blair　or　Serena？s　eyes。　She　looked　。。。awed　。　

？We　kind　of　used　to　see　each　other；？　Nate　bragged。　That　was　the　truth；　but　it　didn？t　quite　cover　it。　
？Nate　Archibald！？　Tawny　cried；　leaning　across　the　table　once　more；　pushing　her　breasts　together　


invitingly。　？You　are　such　a　mystery　man。？　

？You　know　Serena；　too？？　Anthony　leaned　back　into　the　conversation；　clearly　trying　to　get　a　
sneak　peek　down　Tawny？s　shirt。　？There？s　going　to　be　some　kind　of　blowout　when　that　movie　
wraps　in　a　couple　days。　You　should　totally　e！？　he　yelled　over　the　booming　music。　

？You　meanBreakfast　at　Fred？s　？？　Tawny　looked　like　her　eyes　were　going　to　pop　out　of　her　
head。　？I　am；　like；　Thaddeus　Smith？s　number　one　fan。Ever　！？　

The　waitress　returned　with　their　drinks　and　Nate　grabbed　his　greedily。　

？I　don？t　know。？　He　shook　his　head。　All　of　a　sudden　he　felt　like　he　was　treading　water　in　a　really　
dark；　deep　pool。　His　thinking　was　a　little　cloudy　from　a　pre…going…out　joint　and　the　three　beers；　but　
even　in　that　state　he　knew　it　wasn？t　such　a　great　idea　to　show　up　at　Serena？s　wrap　party　with　
Tawny　on　his　arm。　Blair　would　definitely　be　there；　and　he　didn？t　want　her　to　think　that　he？d　
already　moved　on。　

But　hadn？t　he？　And　hadn？tshe　？　

？Please；？　Tawny　begged。　？I？ddie　to　meet　Thaddeus　Smith。　

Die！？　？Dude；？　Anthony　teased。　？Can？t　say　no　to　a　pretty　girl。？　Nate　Archibald　never　could　never　
say　no。　Period。　

b　takes　charge　

The　bang　of　the　slammed　door　echoed　off　the　walls　of　the　underfurnished　apartment。　It　was　hard　
to　stomp　in　angrily　after　climbing　all　those　stairs？and　in　rubber　flip…flops；　no　less？but　Serena　did　
her　best；　stomping　on　the　wood　floor；　dropping　her　oversize　white　leather　Jil　Sander　duffel　without　
a　thought　for　the　iPod　Nano　and　glass　Dolce　&　Gabbana　sunglasses　inside。　

？You　home；　roomie？？　Blair　called　from　inside　the　apartment？s　one　bedroom；　which　they？d　
decided　to　share。　They　were　basically　sisters　anyway。　

They　certainly　fought　like　they　were。　

？Yeah；？　Serena　called　back。　She　grabbed　a　Corona　from　the　fridge　and　perched　on　the　
windowsill　overlooking　the　back　of　the　town　house；　her　feet　dangling　out　of　the　window　over　the　
fire　escape。　

？How　was　work？？　Blair　strolled　into　the　kitchen　wrapped　up　in　a　massive　white　Frette　towel　


she？d　swiped　from　her　mom？s　well…stocked　linen　closet。　She　pulled　a　pack　of　Merits　from　
Serena？s　abandoned　purse　and　used　the　gas　stove　to　light　one。　

？Work　was　work。？　Serena　stared　glumly　down　through　the　slats　of　the　fire　escape　at　the　slate　
backyard　below。　She　sighed。　？Honestly；　Blair；　it　kind　of　sucks。？　

？What　do　you　mean？？　Blair？s　workday　had　consisted　of　running　fabric　samples　from　the　tailor　
on　Thirty…ninth　Street　to　Bailey　Winter？s　home；　where　he　was　enjoying　a　？tea？　party　and　private　
fitting　with　a　Saudi　princess。　

Blair　pushed　open　the　window　next　to　Serena？s　and　leaned　outside。　She　exhaled　a　plume　of　
smoke　into　the　wind　and　glanced　over　at　Serena。　The　breeze　blew　her　blond　hair　gently　as　she　
swung　her　bare　feet　and　frowned。　

？I　don？t　know；？　Serena　sighed；　chugging　her　beer。　It　had　been　one　of　her　worst　rehearsal　days　to　
date。　She？d　overheard　some　of　the　crew　members　calling　her　Holly　Go　Slightly；　and　then　Ken　had　
yelled；　？Fuck；　fuck；　fuck！？　right　in　the　middle　of　her　scene。　？It？s　been　a　long　day。？　

？Tell　me　everything；？　Blair　urged。　

Serena　hesitated。　They？d　never　really　discussed　it；　but　she　knew　Blair　well　enough　to　know　that　
she　wasn？t　exactly　thrilled　that　Serena　was　starring　inBreakfast　at　Fred？s　。　It　was　Blair？s　lifelong　
dream；　after　all；　not　Serena？s；　how　would　Blair　react　to　hearing　Serena　plain　about　it？　

？I？m　having　some　trouble　getting　this　whole　acting　thing　down；？　Serena　admitted　sheepishly。　

That？s　an　understatement。　

？I　thought　I　could　do　it。　I　mean；　I　did　it　before；　but　that　was　different；　without　lots　of　experts　and　
people　running　around　on　set；　watching　you；　and　without　that　big；　huge　camera　just　staring　at　you　
like；　like　。　。　。　like　Darth　Vader　or　something。？　

？Tell　me　more。？　Blair　leaned　out　of　the　window；　exhaling　smoke　into　the　hot　summer　night。　She　
loved　helping　other　people　with　their　problems。　

More　like　she　just　wanted　to　hear　that　other　peoplehad　problems。　

？I　can？t　do　it；？　plained　Serena。　She　frowned　down　at　her　Marc　Jacobs　flip…flops。　？It？s　just　
not　connecting。？　

？Serena；？　Blair　murmured　dreamily；　？you　know　what　you　look　like？？

　？Huh？？　Serena　looked　up。　Blair　was　leaning　out　the　window；　still　clad　only　in　her　towel；　
clutching　a　cigarette　but　not　smoking　it；　so　her　ash　was　almost　an　inch　long。　She　looked　like　a　


crazed　Madison　Avenue　maven　in　an　alcoholic　trance。　

？You　look　exactly；？　Blair　said；　？I　mean；exactly　；　like　Holly　Golightly。　The　fire　escape；　the　wisps　
of　hair；　the　light？it？s　all　perfect。　It？s　fucking　creepy　almost。？　

？Thanks；？　Serena　uttered。　It　was　one　of　the　nicest　things　Blair　had　said　to　her　in　their　many　years　
of　friendship。　

？I？m　serious；？　Blair　proclaimed。　？I？m　an　expert。　I？m　in　the　business；　okay？　I　know　about　fashion；　
I　know　about　looks；　I　know　about　glamour；　and　you？ve　got　it。　I　don？t　care　what　Ken　Mogul　might　
say：　youare　Holly　Golightly；？　she　continued　determinedly；　？if　I　have　anything　to　do　with　it。？　

？What　do　you　mean？？　Serena　demanded。　

？Who　is　the　world？s　greatest　Holly　Golightly　expert？？　Blair　asked。　

Serena　laughed。　？You　are；　no　question。？　

？Well；　you？re　pretty　damn　lucky　to　know　me；　then；　aren？t　you？？　Blair　remarked。　Ifshe　couldn？t　
be　Holly　Golightly；　well；　then　she　could　make　Serena　into　her。　That　would　be　satisfaction　
enough。　？e　on。？　She　stubbed　out　her　cigar