No, no, no. Yeah, a party can only do so much to soothe Blair's mood. When the morning came, she felt the same cringe and anger one might have after drunken hate sex. The loft looked...acceptable, but needing a job and a lack of funds didn't put her in a happier state of mind. How far she's fallen. At the very least, none of her friends are here to see this. She might never come out of her loft.

Wandering is the best she can do. Bars promised some booze and a coffee shop was familiar. She'll hang around there for now, contemplating over a drink what to do and where to go.

She's not at her most friendly, but she's open to some company, if only to commiserate.