Tip toeing across the hallway, Jolene glanced around as she searched for a certain number on suite doors, perhaps one that held Georgina Sparks' soulless body inside. Unaware of why her level of confidence was so down, she cleared her throat before approaching a door and banging on it as though she desired to break it down. Much to Jolene's dismay, a maid answered the door, it was surprising to know that another human being could exist in the midst of the snake she and all of upper east side was forced to know, and not be bruised or killed. Jolene glared at the woman before asking for Georgina in a polite, yet demanding manner. "Miss Sparks is in her bedroom," the maid answered before moving her rather gaunt figure aside to let Jolene Marciano enter, as though she really had to. Jolene breezes by her and darts off into the living room before coming to a full stop. She realizes that she has never been in Georgina's den before and could quite possibly be lost in the maze that the rather large suite was built around. The assistance of the maid would come in handy now since she needed a finger to be pointed to Georgina's exact location, but as she turns around, the woman seems to have disappeared. Perhaps she retreated back into the kennel built especially for her to chew on the left overs Georgina left from her afternoon meal, which one could assume was Vanessa Abram's carcass. What? We haven't seen or heard from her in a while now. I guess Jolene was simply going to have to stumble upon Goergina, which would turn out to be much worse but wasn't necessary as Georgie showed up at just the right time. Turns out our villianess was seated in the living room the whole time but was able to blend in with her dark surroundings. "Well well well," she said in true villian fashion and then typically added, "look what the cat dragged in." Although our Georgie was fearful and conniving, she certainly wasn't anything original. "So I guess you finally decided that Jenny Humphrey was not worth fighting for. I don't blame you," she says, setting her drink down on the table. "That girl truly isn't worth a dime, not even her father thinks so." Rolling her eyes, Jolene approaches Georgina and sits on the couch opposite from her when there is plenty of space next to her, nothing quite like letting your actions dictate your true feelings. "Right," scoffs Jolene before picking up the half empty bottle of chardonnay and pouring some for herself without being invited to. It looks like our little supermodel is already trying to make herself at home, in hell. "I'm here to tell you to FUCK OFF because I'm not interested in playing games with you. While whatever you have planned in your 'fun bag' for Jenny Hump might intrigue someone else, I myself find it to be rather BORING. Yes, I'll admit it myself before you can even try and dissect my latest change in personality, I'm going it for my own benefits and I've decided that messing with Jenny is something only you and Blair do because you're so unsatisfied with yourselves." Putting the glass down before even taking a sip, Jolene is ready to peace out but not just yet. She flips her head to the side in true supermodel fashion and wraps her speech up with a neat little bow. "Now that I have spoken my mind," she says, "I guess I'll show myself out of this stink hole." But Georgina isn't about to let her go just like that, no. Without even having to get up and physically force her down into her seat, she uses her verbal prowess to stop Jolene from dashing out of that door. "Maybe it's not just about you anymore, Jolene," she says calmly. "Maybe it's about that witch of a mother who gave birth to you. How would she feel if she knew her daughter was selfishly declining help from a good friend and the result of that was having her dirty laundry aired in public. Wouldn't it be a delight to know that Nicholas Marciano's whores, still being prodded all over Brooklyn are willing to publically admit that he had an affair whilst he was alive and breathing? Perhaps his wife was fully aware of his shenanigans but decided to keep it under wraps due to having to endure public embarrassment and a divorce. Which may or may not have lead to the murder of her husband." said Goergina boldly as she swirled the ice in her glass around. "How dare you!" Jolene charged back after a mere second of silence. "Those are legal accusations and cannot just be put out there as mere assumption as you have NO EVIDENCE to prove your theory true." Georgina simply laughed. "Who needs to make such announcements when you've big mouths like Blair just waiting to blab someone else's dirt out to the next person? People talk, Jolene, sources are never questioned, not in America." Furious, Jolene looks as though she's about to cream Goergina right there and then. She glances at the bottle, perhaps she could use it to repeatedly slam into her head and then leave the suite claiming the maid went crazy after all abuse she was put through. She could take Georgie, she knew it but something inside her kept her from moving. Georgina, however, leaned forward as she poured herself some more chardonnay, she even added some more into Jolene's glass that sat opposite. "Sit down, Jo." she said in her somewhat raspy voice. "I've got more reasons why Jenny Humphrey shall fall and why it will only benefit you. I know you loathe me right now, but I really hope that's not the case. I've never had a younger sister before and believe it or not, I've always wanted one. I know your heart bleeds for the younger van der Woodsen but he only seems to have eyes for that blonde tart from the ghetto. Perhaps with my help you'd be able to get him back in the sack and remind him of the night you took his virginity," said Gerogie with a wink. She did have a point causing Jolene's face to soften. Slowly approaching the seat she desperately needed to fill, Jolene sat down and reclaimed her drink. Before taking a sip and apparently a deep breath, she looked over and Georgina and hesitantly asked. "What did you have in mind?"