"Pass." Sweets hold Blair's interest at the moment. There were a few delights that she might find at one of the parties or events she attended in the East Side. Thank god, she's been inwardly cringing at her rooms and job opportunities. This party is at least a chance to forget where she is and how stuck they all are.

Peter, she remembers. And even if his clothes screams "hipster", she's happy to ignore it, if only to have someone to talk to.

"You seem almost married to the table." Boys.