Go Fish
Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls or anything affiliated with Gilmore Girls. I only own my hopes, and ideas for and about the show. The only thing I own about The Office and Veronica Mars is my love for the shows.
Rating: T for a few curse words and talking about sex.
Paring: Tristan/Rory
"I get to fuck you on the kitchen counter"
"What?" She asked, her tone unbelieving.
"I get fuck you on the kitchen counter." He said simply.
"No. No way. Absolutely not."
"Why not? Afraid I'm going to win?" he said with a sly smirk on his face.
"No, because I am not going to wager sex on a game. Besides, I'm going win."
"If you're so sure that you're going to win, why not take the bet?"
"We already started the game."
"So?"
"So? You can't just decide to make a wager in the middle of a game."
"You're just saying that because I'm winning."
"No, you're just making the bet because you're winning. If I was winning, than you wouldn't have even suggested making a bet."
"So?"
"So! So you're assuming that I'm going to lose. I am not going to lose."
"Mary, I hate to break it to you, but you are going to lose."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"How could you even think that I am going to lose Tristan? Haven't you ever heard of a comeback?"
"Of course I have. I just didn't know if you knew how they worked."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"What do you want if you win the game?"
"Changing the subject, smooth move DuGrey."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. Now, what do I want if I win?" Rory put her hand on her chin, exaggerating the thinking effect. "I know! If I win, I get to control meals for a month."
"That's it? I thought it would be better than that."
"That's what she said." Rory snickered.
Tristan rolled his eyes. "I knew we shouldn't have watched a marathon of The Office."
"You're the one who choose The Office."
"Only because you plus Veronica Mars equals you thinking up really bad ideas to try out and me getting pulled in the middle of it."
Rory crossed her arms and glared at Tristan. "Not true."
"Oh really? Do I really need to remind you of what happened last time we watched a Veronica Mars marathon?"
Rory shook her head. "No. Besides, now Kirk has a cool tree house to play in and the all the cameras have been destroyed."
Tristan laughed at the memory. "Remind me again why Kirk needed to be involved in the first place."
"I needed a quirky sidekick."
"And the gnomes fit in the equation, how exactly?"
"I accept your wager." Rory quickly replied.
"Changing the subject. Nice move Mary, nice move."
"Thank you, I learned from the master. Plus, it's my turn, so be prepared for a month filled with Al's Pancake World and Indian food."
"We'll see about that Mary."
"Yes we will. So, got any kings?"
Tristan looked at Rory and watched as a sly smile crossed her face. Realizing that he just got played, Tristan let out a mournful sigh for the torture his stomach is going to endure for the next month.
"Oh shit."