"If we're going to do Spring Break we have to do it right," Paris's voice echoed through Rory's head as she watched Madeline lick her hand, stamping on the Over 21 stamp. Rory couldn't really understand how this worked, but whatever. She was pretending to have fun, for Paris's mental health's sake.
She followed Madeline over to the bar, where she lingered over what to order. She settled on beer - mostly because she was unfamiliar to drinking and because Madeline ordered a punch that smelled strong enough to burn a hole through the cup. "Can I have a beer?" Rory said to the barkeepers back. His hair was stick-upy and reminded her vaguely of. . .
"Jess," Rory said his name for the first time in ages. What were the chances of this?
"Wow, this is a mental image even I couldn't imagine," Jess said sarcastically, his voice almost breaking. His ran his hands nervously through his hair.
"Hi," Rory responded in a voice that sounded dreamy and light. Except it wasn't a dream, it was a nightmare.