AN: So this is just a short one-shot I though of as I was flipping through my CD collection last night looking for something to listen to.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not the show nor the song
You and Tequila
Here I am again, kicking dust in the canyon wind
Waiting for the sun to go down
Made it up Mulholland Drive, hell-bent on getting high
High above the lights of town
Rory once again found herself walking around town at night. No, it was not the safest thing to do at night. But she knew where she was going whether she wanted to or not. She knew she was going there again tonight. She knew she should not be going there, but it had become just a slight addiction, and she hated that. She hated she had to go over to there. And she knew that he knew that she was coming no matter what. No matter the whether she would find her way over there. She didn't want to go, but then again she couldn't wait to get there.
You and tequila make me crazy
You run like poison in my blood
One more night might kill me, baby
One is one too many, and one more is never enough
Rory knew she should not go, but she had to. She loved the nights they shared together. At least while she was there. But she knew she shouldn't. The nights made it hard to get up in the morning to go to work. But at night, she needed something to do. And so every night it called her in, making her come. She knew that tomorrow morning would be hell to get up, but she walked on anyways.
For 30 days and 30 nights, I've been putting up a real good fight
There were times I thought you'd win
It isn't easy to forget the bitter taste morning left
I swore I wouldn't go back there again
The vicious cycle ripped at Rory. Every afternoon she'd start to think of him and she would try to shake him off her mind. By evening she would be telling herself not to go and she should find something to do and not go to his apartment. But as she ate dinner alone she'd be wanting company. She'd remember the taste she had every morning after being over there. She always told herself not to go back there. And some nights she gave in early and traveled there with the last ray of sunlight. Other nights like tonight she had almost won and didn't not over. But she always gave in and she had set out to go to him, cursing her self silently know the bad decision.
You and tequila make me crazy
You run like poison in my blood
One more night might kill me, baby
One is one too many, and one more is never enough
She shouldn't be her. She stood outside his door. She had to break this addiction, just like any other bad habit. Yes, she thought of it as a bad habit. But she loved this sin. It made everything feel alright. She cursed herself yet again that night as she stood outside his door. She sighed, no going back if she made it all the way here. She knocked on the door.
"Back again, love?" He answered the door.
"Of course Finn," She stepped in and accepted a shot of tequila.
When it comes to you, oh the damage I could do
It's always your favorite sins that do you in
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AN: So there it is. If you care to leave a review it is appreciated, if not I still hope you like it, and if you didn't too bad, I'm not changing it and will most likely forget about it, I have other stories to think about.