Disclaimer:
Most characters, settings and some dialogues are property of the creators of Gilmore Girls. Because I am not a native English speaker I will try to do my best with the help of my lovely beta LindaProsser1. This story is not written to make money. There should be mature content in the story, because I think Nick would like it dirty ;)
This is a romance about Robert and Rory. Please leave the story now if you don't like this pairing. There a lots of other great stories out there you could read.
I read Nick Holmes had been auditioning for Gilmore Girls since the pilot and I want to give his character Robert the big chance he never had before. Nick told in an interview he's #Team Robert and he's going to be #Team Robert until he dies. Hopefully there are readers out there who like this idea as much as I'm after I saw some up-to-date pictures of him. He got really hot!
Thank you for reading and I hope you will enjoy it a little bit.
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I'm not sure if there are readers out there who would read a story about Robert and Rory, because I found none with this pairing so far. Therefore I thought I give it a try. I leave the first chapter I wrote here for the next weeks. Please comment if you would like me to continue this story and I will. Thanks, ClaudiaCleland.
1 Chapter
After the Obama Campaign trail, Rory finally managed to get a job at the New York Times. She was able to buy a small apartment in Manhattan when she got her trust fund at the age of 25. Sometimes she thinks back to her days at Yale and her adventures with the Life and Death Brigade (LDB). After Logan gave her the ultimatum and she declined his proposal, Rory never heard from the LDB boys again. She liked the boys, but naturally they stuck to Logan. Nevertheless, the hardworking bookworm changes like a chameleon to a small party animal clubbing on the weekends. Most of the times Lane invites her to come to the clubs where her new band plays while Zack or Lane's mother babysits the twins.
Rory and Lane are arriving at the new club "Ready for…" in Manhattan.
"Strange name for a club," Rory says, reading the sign at the entrance.
"Yeah, sounds weird! Ready for what?" Lane replies, "But I heard the music is different from other clubs and the furnishings and equipment are cool."
Both ladies finally managed to get in after standing in line for more than one hour.
"Hopefully it was worth the wait," Rory says while walking into the club. She looks around; the floor of the first room is black and white, with big portrait pictures of stars on the red brick walls. The wooden ceiling is beautiful highlighting the warm atmosphere of the club.
"Man, what's that? "Lane asks curious after they entered the second room.
"Stunning," Rory replies in awe. The whole lounge room seems like a homage to Great Britain. Timber floor, comfortable leather couches, old chandeliers and lots of pictures which look like they should belong in places in Great Britain. Rory remembers some places from her visits in London. But her favorite are the huge bookshelves filled with different kinds of books.
"That's not fair," Lane teases. "This should be ladies' night not book night."
"Hm…" Rory replies distracted while checking the books.
"Hey, Rory, the drinks are also typically British. Want to try something new?" Lane shouts on her way to the bar.
Rory is distracted by the books. Lane comes back, smirking devilishly. "I found something you should like."
Fortunately, the cocktail looks delicious, it is a thick orange liquid in a martini glass with half of a passion fruit shell floating as the garnish.
"It's called a Pornstar Martini," Lane smirks.
"This fits the evening," Lane states, with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Rory swallows up, "What?"
"Relax Rory, I thought it wouldn't hurt to flirt today and hook up with a sexy gentleman. You work so hard and you never seem to have time for men. Logan was your last boyfriend where the relationship lasted longer than a month." Lane explains.
"I know, but I don't want to date men in my job, never fuck the company," Rory murmurs.
"But sex is good to lose some tension," Lane giggles with a wink.
"Oh my God," Rory blushes, "I thought you never did it again after your honeymoon."
"Well, definitely not then, but now…" Lane starts whilst her eyes sparkle.
"Okay, let drink more of this magical orgasmic cocktail to reduce my nervousness. Afterwards we can search for possible lover boys,"
Rory agrees, already slightly drunk.
As soon as they had finished their third cocktail Lane is insistent that all good things come in threes and the women walk over and sit on a couch near the dance floor.
"That man on the left side of the dance floor is cute," Lane whispers in Rory's left ear.
"Lane, you need to talk louder," Rory replies, following the cue of her friend.
"Are you kidding me? He looks similar to Zack," Rory chuckles.
"Oh, you're right," Lane smiles softly, "and the dark-haired guy next to him, with the cute smirk and beard?"
"You're my best friend, Lane, but you managed to find the one man who looks exactly like Dave Rygalski. Perhaps we should find someone for me, not for you," Rory teases.
"Okay, what kind of guy are we searching for?" Lane asks curious, because she couldn't find a man who looked like one of Rory's former partners.
"Hm..," Rory starts, "I think the appearance is not the most important thing, but he should be gorgeous in my eyes and in any case intelligent."
"Sounds like we should go back to the bookshelf and the first gentleman with a book in his hands is yours," Lane suggests smirking childishly.
Rory chuckles while looking at the bookshelf. Exactly at this moment a handsome stranger with a three-days beard and tousled dark hair walks with a book to the shelf, placing it there. "My chance," Rory thinks, strolling nervously to the man. Lane watches her.
Searching for the perfect first sentence, Rory's heart skips a beat. "Hello, I saw you used the bookshelf as a flea market?"
The stranger smiles softly, "Have you read it?"
Rory wonders which book he put on the shelf. "Which book was it?"
"Guess right and I'll show you: Business or pleasure?" The beautiful stranger asks, his voice filled with amusement.
"Considering the fact that we're in a nightclub, I would guess pleasure," Rory replies interested.
"Sorry Rory, wrong guess," the stranger grins, starting to leave a confused Rory. "See you again when the film comes out."
As her journalistic instinct to search for hints why this man could know her name begins, he already walks to the dance floor.
Usually Rory never tries to seduce a man with dancing, but he piqued her curiosity. The alcohol helps her. She goes on the dance floor and dances up on to the stranger. The music changes to a slower beat. Rory caresses his arms gently to stop him from leaving the dance floor. "Please give me one more chance to find out who you are," she purrs.
The stranger leans in, speaks softly in her ear: "My entire goal in life is to outlive my brother, inherit the family fortune, put all my sisters out on the street and live as frivolously as possible, have numerous wives, thousands of illegitimate children and die completely alone and leave every cent to a parrot named Polly."
"I'll be damned, Robert?" Rory feels embarrassed that she didn't recognize him. Wow, he has changed a lot in the last years. He is extremely hot!