Blair had woken up the next morning thinking about how much she loved the place, but hated the way everything and everyone woke up so early. She was about to head back to Vegas when her bedroom door opened. Only Drake had the keycard to unlock the door, so she didn't bother to look to see who had entered.

- "I'm destroyed" the man threw himself on the scruffy bed and heaved a sigh of relief.

Blair was in the bathroom, packing up her belongings before the trip home. She appeared in the doorway and looked at her rumpled friend, reeking of booze and expensive woman.

- “Busy night ?” she asked as she brushed the long strands of her hair.

- “I don't remember the half” Drake confessed.

After the more than intimate conversation with Ethan, Blair was unable to continue in that environment. She felt like she would lose her mental faculties any minute. With some excuse, she retired to her quarters and drifted off to a well-deserved sleep. What she didn't expect was to dream of Ethan's hands sliding over her body. Drake remained in the room, enjoying the glasses of wine, for he never turned down a good dose of alcohol.

- "That's nice. If you messed up, you won't remember."

She left the brush on the bathroom sink and walked over to the table in the corner of the room where breakfast was set. Even though he ended the night early, all the effort he made in his dreams seemed to take a toll on him in reality too.

- “Impossible not to remember. The bullshit is in my bed now, so I ran to yours.”

Drake covered his face with his hands to keep out the light streaming through the suite's windows. He was still wearing his clothes from the night before, while his friend wore a white robe.

- "What you mean?" Blair leaned across the table and set out some food for her friend to eat, placing it all on a plate.

- “There were two blondes in the bed when I woke up. I thought my vision was doubled by drinking, but it wasn’t.”

- "Do they look alike?" at the question, Drake let out a laugh.

- "They are twins"

- "Holy crap!" Blair dropped her plate onto the table.

- "I know. When they ask me if I've slept with Hollywood twins, I'll be able to say."

- “Nobody asks that. By the way, you don’t remember the night, you can’t say it happened.”

- “Men ask everything about sex. And, no, I really don't remember. But I was drunk, not stupid”

The woman thought about it. If men really did talk about sex openly, they would have cited some involvement between her and Drake in some conversation. She took the plate of light meals for her friend and carried him to the bed.

- “Did they talk about me?” Blair questioned.

- “I've been congratulated for eating a hot redhead, and I had to do my big brother speech to explain that there is no chemistry between us. In fact, it would be quite disgusting” they both smiled at the situation, knowing that everyone saw the connection between them, except for themselves. They were too used to the brotherhood to consider any other kind of relationship.

Drake had had a younger sister, but she had died when she was still a baby. It sparked a familiar feeling for Blair, as if she might be what he'd lost. The love he felt for her was pure, free from malice and ulterior motives.

- "Let's forget that. I've got news, baby"

- "In plural?"

- "Well..." Drake got up and sat beside his friend, eager to share his joys with her.

- “Fashion Week organizers sent me the entire show schedule, that means I'm in”

- "My God!"

Blair leapt on her friend, literally, causing their bodies to tip back and crash against the soft mattress. He accepted her tight embrace, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer.

- "I'm so happy for you" she whispered, but her desire was to scream to the whole world.

- “I have one more thing” Drake announced when they sat down again, side by side, a little out of breath.