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Hello. Um, this is Caspian--

[BEEEEEEEEEEEP. Sultry woman's voice:]

Hola. Caspian del buzón de voz está roto. Esta es su refrigerador.
Por favor, hable muy despacio y voy a mantener su mensaje a mi mismo con un imán!
Gracias.

[BEEP. End automated message.]

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[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

Chuck shifted his gaze to Caspian again. It took him a moment to understand what the other man was saying. When it finally clicked, Chuck burst into laughter.
He tried to put it under control, the topic alone was clearly making Caspian uncomfortable.
"Mistletoe curse," he shook his head, not believing what he was hearing. "You get a manslut stamp for kissing people under a mistletoe? That's priceless." Riddiculous too. Clearly Gossip Girl was either really desperate for scandal, or the standards have changed since Chuck himself was last featured on the blog's pages.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"........"

Caspian gave Chuck a most dubious look, something close to are you laughing at me? Of course he was, loudly too, so that question was sort of moot. His discomfort wasn't that bad though, no different from a pair of acquaintances growing into something like friends taking a few jabs at each other.

"There were quite a few on that day, I will have you know. None of it with permission, it was all confusing and I thought it was behind us. Fortunately the others didn't seem too disturbed by having the memory brought up again," he said in a sound of relief.

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

Chuck shrugged, smile still visible on his face. The idea of calling Caspian, the man who blushed when Chuck flirted with him, a manslut still hilarious.

"Well, I don't see how they would react any other way. We're not exactly talking traumatic experiences here," he pointed out. "You really shouldn't stress over something so insignificant, Cas," he offered.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Sigh. Well, Caspian couldn't blame Chuck for how easily he let the issue roll off his shoulders. He, like many others in this City, didn't come from the kind of world he did.

"Where I am from it is considered unbecoming, that's all," he shrugged once, "I hope not to upset anyone. That is all."

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

Chuck frowned. "Kissing people?" that piece of information needed some clarification. Because if kissing people was, what was the word Caspian used? Unbecoming? Chuck really didn't want to know what Caspian's world, and Caspian himself, woud think about the things Chuck did with the twins.

"I don't think you need to worry," he returned to the matter at hand. "Unles there are other people from your world who would misunderstand..."

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"I mean... to kiss someone you have no affection for, or intention of courting, or..." He tried to explain but already he knew how ridiculous the words coming out of his mouth sounded.

"Well, I never said I was an expert on the matter. I am sure in most cases at least someone grants permission and isn't drawn in by cursed mistletoe," oh this time Caspian blushed, but briefly. If anything he'd blame it on the exertion from their recent lesson. Of course worthy of nothing, Caspian hadn't broken a sweat.

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

No sex, unless you marry? The idea was completely surreal to Chuck, the slight distaste probably showed on his face. He quickly smiled. "Don't worry. I won't be holding all that against you," he assured the other man. "I might mock you, from time to time, when I feel you're too good at that whole swordfight, and need some reality check, but... Otherwise, I promise not to mention it. Too often."

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Actually yes, that was the principle anyway and well, needless to say the Telmarine had no intention of mentioning how many times it'd already been broken. Maybe that's why keeping up this semblance of chivalry was so important.

"Oh thank you very much, Charles," Caspian said, tone flat and unconvinced, but only in a humorous manner. "I am sure the sacrifice you make is most noble indeed," he smiled.

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

"Completely," he said, not even bothering to pretend and sound honest. But his tone was light and Caspian shouldn't take any offence. It was clear the other man was enjoying the banter as well. "And you will aprreciate it more when I don't take pictures of your reaction when my club finally starts operating." With women in corsets dancing on stage... On the other hand he might be forced to take at least one. For completely private mocking. But still. He'll frame it.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"Please don't," he asked, waving a hand at Chuck for this threat of pictures which, Caspian hoped, was also a joke in the same vein as their banter. "I will visit though, once it is open to the public. I make it my duty to invest some interest in the endeavors of my friends. And I like music and dance," Caspian nodded. The other truth was maybe without a real job the Telmarine had a lot of time on his hands. .... A lot.

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

"You and me both," Chuck said with an honest smile. It felt good to once again have a friend who was interested in Chuck's business ideas. He did miss that part of his relationship with Blair. "I still need to get permission from the deities and renovate the right place. But I promise you, there will be music and dancing and wine, when I'm done," Chuck smiled at the idea.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"Wine is wonderful. I love wine," Caspian remarked rather enthusiastically, only because it was um, very true. He often found it curious that many people from 'modern' worlds seemed to think he was too young to drink. "I think it will be an interesting place, once you are finished with it and ready to open your doors," he nodded. After another thought he smiled, "have you met my good cousin Tybalt? I think he would be interested in your enterprise."

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

"I'm more of a scotch man myself," Chuck said. He knew he was too young to drink. That never stopped him before though. And he didn't really care.

He frowned, trying to put a face to the name Caspian mentioned. "I don't think I had. I might've seen something from him on the Network, but we haven't interacted yet. You really think he would be interested in Victrola?" Chuck asked curiously. He would need help. Possibly investors. He didn't have Bass Industries backing him up here.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"Scotch, like whiskey? I enjoy whiskey too, vodka, tequila, rum," he ran down the list of spirits he knew, both on his own homeworld and here. "Claire gets upset with me sometimes," Caspian grinned, "but I consider myself very responsible with drink. I think it may be that many people in her world, Odessa, are irresponsible." He shrugged once, unfazed by this. He had been weaned on brandy, or so they say of Telmarine youths.

"Oh yes, Tybalt, the House of Capulet," oh and Caspian wasn't joking, it's that Tybalt, "he enjoys music, dance, drink, just as well as anyone. He is a born entertainer, but also very dedicated to his chosen work."

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

Chuck looked at Caspian, thorn between being shocked and impressed by the other man's knowledge. "Well, well. I had no idea you're such a connoisseur when it comes to liquor," that certainly was a surprise to Chuck. But a pleasant one. Maybe Caspian wasn't as sheltered as Chuck feared?

He would give it more thought, but the name Capulet filtered into his brain. And he thought meeting Arthur of Camelot and vampires was the weirdest that could happen. Nope, possibility of working with fictional characters took the cake.

"Really? He does sound like someone I would love to associate with."

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"I happen to take my liquor very well," Caspian said, proudly so, but then he remembered his manners and added somewhat sheepishly, "it is how my people are I suppose, we Telmarines. I do not mind it."

That was an understatement. Caspian enjoyed drinking to a point where some, like Claire Bennet felt it was a problem, but not once had he ever done anything foolish in a stupor. Well... not foolish, maybe not fatal? Losing his dinner was another story and just not fit for polite conversation between friends. Not yet anyway. But not as sheltered as Chuck feared? Absolutely. Public image was, unfortunately, ingrained in his being.

"You can tell Tybalt I sent you. He will know my name. We met here but we are like cousins. He is as Telmarine as I am Capulet," he nodded cheerfully.

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

"I will mention your name introducing myself," Chuck told him. Especially if that would lead to someone who Chuck could use to make Victrola an even bigger success. Chuck made a mental note to ask that Tybalt where he stood where burlesque was concerned. Casually bringing up half naked woman in a conversation shouldn't pose much of a problem...

"And I'm glad to hear you're not completely against the pleasures of drinking. I'm very fond of that one. Even though, by law, I'm not really allowed..." Unimportant details, really.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Tybalt and exquisite burlesque went hand in hand, but don't quote Caspian on that. It was just his gut feeling on the Prince of Cats. Chuck's remark on spirits however only raised Caspian's eyebrows.

"I have heard of such laws, mostly on Earth. I fear that the people of your world might be horrified to hear I was practically weaned on brandy by the age of five," said the Telmarine. Was it a joke? Well, his secret, hehehe. "One of the many differences between our worlds," he nodded, "but I would still enjoy visiting."

Living was another matter entirely, one he wasn't prepared to discuss.

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

Chuck relaxed and leaned slightly towards Caspian. Now those information he liked and it made him feel even more confident that this friendship will actually work. "Earth laws are complicated. Sometimes even riddiculous. Thankfully, all you need is enough pull and you can do whatever you want," which suited Chuck just fine.

"So, if you ever visit, look me up, no excuses. I'm gonna show you what the Upper East Side has to offer to friends of Chuck Bass. And believe me, people from my world aside, it takes much more to horrify me than being weaned on brandy before you're a teen," he told Caspian firmly, with his trademark smirk.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"In other words, you break the law," Caspian concluded in a casual tone, but without judgment too only because he found those laws simply unreasonable.

At that invitation the Telmarine couldn't help but laugh. It was a good natured laugh, not at Chuck but for his enthusiastic offer. "It would be my pleasure, Chuck. I do mean it, there are many things I have heard about Earth that make it seem like a fascinating place. I want to see New York, and London, a place called New Orleans," his pronunciation was sketchy, "and China."

He leaned against the wall, head tilted up to gaze at the high ceiling of the fencing hall.

"None of it sounds like anything we have in Narnia, which isn't to say Narnia isn't worth visiting either. It is, and more so now than ever before," he nodded.

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

"Breaking the law," Chuck muttered and rolled his eyes. "You make me sound like a hard criminal, while I simply enjoy the pleasures denied to me because of my age..." The rest... It was more simply bending the rules, and the people, to suit his own agenda. But there was no need to go into details right now.

He looked at Caspian. The other man seemed relaxed, melancholic even. At the back of his head he analysed what it would take to show Caspian all the places he wanted to visit. Thank God for the private jet and owning hotels all over the world.

"What do you mean?" he asked when Caspian mentioned Narnia. "It wasn't worth visiting before?"

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"Not being a hard criminal doesn't excuse you from breaking the law, but I am not judging you," he clarified with a smile. At his other question Caspian paused briefly. How could he explain the Narnian Revolution succinctly?

"It was..." he started, "but things were a bit different. They are better now, I assure you." He said it like it mattered to Chuck, but really it was just a way for Caspian to reassure himself.

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

Chuck expected Caspian to continue, when he didn't, Chuck raised his eyebrow. "Please, Cas, don't flood me with all this information," he said, sarcasm coloring his voice. He knew nothing about Narnia, and while normally Chuckc didn't mind not knowing, and not asking, about other people's background, he wanted to know more about Caspian. Willing to ask questions that would allow him more common topics.

"I mean, you don't have to tell me, if you don't want to," he quickly corrected himself. "The quiet, mysterious warrior image works just fine for you," he assured Caspian with a smile.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

That, definitely made Caspian laugh. Mysterious warrior image? And he'd always thought that was what he should be but failed miserably at it. He tried to stifle himself with the back of his hand.

"No, no thank you. I do not need that kind of image," he shook his head, remember what else Telmarines are 'supposed' to be. "Aside from being very good with drink, my people are also very proud. We take what we need, what we want, without regard for the price. My forefathers did anyway," Caspian nodded. "We invaded Narnia," he continued, not at all hesitating from sharing the truth, "we drove out many of those who lived there previously, to near extinction. Several generations later, in the year when I was sixteen, a chain of events began that eventually led to a revolution for the Old Narnians. We made peace between our people, Telmarines and Narnians alike, with the help of my friends the Pevensies, who were the Kings and Queens of Old."

After a thoughtful moment Caspian added, "I am sure that was more than you wanted to know."

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

The description of Caspian's people sounded familiar. After a moment Chuck realized those were almost the exact words he, himself, used when he was describing the Bass men, during his father's wedding. He told Caspian as much. "It seems like there was a Telmarine somewhere in my father's family," he added as a joke.

The rest of Caspian's story was... a little unbelievable. But since he was stuck in a City between worlds, listening to a clock counting down to an apocalypse... Yeah, he could buy the big revolution in a galaxy far, far away.
"Don't be riddiculous. It's always good to know your friends are close with the royalty," he said with a smirk.