Cheers Darlin'
Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls, or Damien Rice's song. IF I did I would be richer and prettier and probably loaded up with plastic surgery. But no it's me with my lack of silicone self.
Summary: This will be a two part-er. The first will be Jess and the second will be Logan. I just thought of this when I heard the song.
Authors Note: Who else felt a little blah after the finale? What the hell are they going to do next year? Anyhoo, this is a little Lit/Rogan type of thing I've been thinking of since I was at Disney World two weeks ago. I hope you like this. It hasn't been checked for errors, so if it sucks, oh well.
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Running in the rain what am i darlin'?
A whisper in your ear?
A piece of your cake?
What am I darling? The boy you can fear?
Or your biggest mistake?
Cheers Darlin'
Here's to you and your lover man
Cheers Darlin'
I'll just hang around and eat from a can
Cheers Darlin'
I got a ribbon of green on my guitar
Cheers Darlin'
I got a beauty queen to sit not very far from me
I die when he comes around to take you home
I'm too shy I should have kissed you when we were alone
What am I darlin'?
A whisper in your ear? A piece of your cake?
What am I Darlin?
The boy you can fear?
Or your biggest mistake?
What am I?
Here's to you and your lover
What am I darlin'?
I got years to wait around for you…
(cheers darlin' Damien Rice)
Jess sat in the local pub that most of the most self important Yalies went to, with a beer in front of him watching. He loved to people watch, a great thing for a writer to do. He liked to see what they wore, whatever quirks they had, and most especially, what made them unique.
He had spent two years doing it, and he started realizing that certain actions led to certain personality traits. He knew the self possessed, the self-conscious, the smart alecks and the smarty-pants. He knew what a person who was dying inside looked like, and what a person who was dying to get out looked like. He was an aficionado on people, and he knew that one day it would get him in trouble.
When he was a kid, and relying on himself, he knew who to approach and who not to, to get money, drugs, alcohol whatever he wanted. He knew the one most likely to report him as well. He made sure to stay away from them. It was his gift, his sixth sense, and he used it well.
That's how he stay so long under the radar, and probably how he luckily stayed out of jail or even juvie. He just had that kind of instincts. Some are born with natural street instincts and he had that in spades. A girl, who used to follow him around, said it was because he was a mutt. Mutts needed to evolve to survive the harsh world run by purebreds.
It wasn't that his parents had that different backgrounds. His mother was from a good lower middle class family from a stupid small town in Connecticut, and his father's family was very Italian, and very New York. They also itched to get out, and itched to get away from the life that always seemed to follow them.
And now, years later, he sees the one good thing he ever touched, with the worse kind of person. The 'I don't care' kind. He had seen him in this bar a bunch of times, he directed people, he drank and he laughed and he insulted. He was the worst kind of rich, and the worst kind of person, and he had a claim to the only thing that ever truly mattered to him, the one thing he massively ruined.
Rory Gilmore hung off this jackass's arm like he was the messiah, and it riled Jess. How could she sink so low? He had heard rumblings that Rory had slept with Dean, the last time he was in town, but that was kind of expected, but this? This was a little too much.
She hadn't noticed him yet. He thanked god for that. He sat with his half drunk pint of beer, and watched Rory Gilmore act like something out of his worse nightmares. She laughed just as loud, and acted just like the blond nightmare. And Jess watched her as some people watched an accident on the side of the road. Full of horror and fascination. Rory looked different, she had fully grown into her long body and now she rivaled her mother for beauty. Her blue eyes pierced men straight to the heart just like Lorelai, but there was something different.
There was a pain that he noticed right away. If he stared at her eyes long enough, without being noticed he could almost hear the screaming in his head. She was miserable, and I guess that made Jess feel sorry for her. She may have the room's attention, even the jackass attention, but that didn't mean she was happy.
And if there was something Rory Gilmore deserved, it was to be happy. The Rory that jess knew, was happy most of the time. She was the type to be perfectly happy with a somewhat comfortable seat and a good book. She was the exact opposite of complicated. And now looking at her, he could hear wherever his instincts were, 'high strung and complicated' whispered in his ear.
He watched as the guy went off with a lot of the same pretentious Yalies man and woman alike, while Rory stayed back. She smiled once or twice to assure whoever may be looking that she was all right. She was cool. And then she hunched over the table with her head resting on her fist and she frowned. Even from across the pub, he could see that she was upset.
She looked up at that exact moment, and he chose this to be the moment that she would remember later in life. He raised his glass and nodded and whispered the words he had wanted to say since he saw her. 'Cheers Darling.' He said and he saw a little tear escape one of those perfect sapphire eyes.
Neither said anything or did anything, and Jess watched as the asshole came back and kissed Rory. Something Jess wishes he could do once more. They both got up with one easy gesture, he threw down enough money to pay for everyone's drinks in the whole Bar, without much thought on his part, and they left.
He raised his glass as he watched her leave, and he noticed she glanced his way one last time. 'Cheers Darling' he said again and this time she looked more upset. He would see Rory Gilmore again, that he was sure of.