Writing this as a way to keep myself sane before GG comes back on.
In response to the "I am Not - You are Too!" Challenge on Marty, self-torturing naked boy that he is, bets Rory that she can kiss Logan and not feel anything. Who knows what that guy is thinking, but it will make a really nice xmas gift for Logan...
And why not create some more drama by throwing Lane, Paris, Finn and Colin into the mix?
Review please -- and for Hannukah, does anyone want to give me Matt Crutzchy as a play thing? Please?
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It was one of those perfect, cold crisp nights. 2 inches of fresh post-Thanksgiving, pre-Christmas snow covered the pavement outside of the movie theatre. The sky was clear, more so than usual was in New Haven. Overall, the perfect night – if you weren't freezing your ass off, that is.
Rory tried to ignore the numbing sensation in her legs (why, oh why did she choose to wear a short skirt today?) and listen to Lane, who was animatedly discussing the movie they had just seen.
"I mean, it was so honest, so painful – that's why it was good. And the music! I mean, I usually don't like that whole folky thing, but Damien Rice is pure genius."
Rory rolled her eyes at her friend. "The play was so much better. I mean, I liked it more than I thought I would, but I actually for once agree with the reviews in the Times. It's just one of those plays that can't be a movie."
Lane stopped and turned to her, aghast, and Rory instantly regretted divulging her opinion before they got to the car. They could be standing here all night. "Did the play have Jude Law in it?
Rory laughed. "No."
Lane, "So then the movie was better. End of story. Anyway, I'm glad you made me drive out here – I was in the mood to see a movie that was made after the end of the Cold War." Furrowing her eyes, she glanced around the parking lot. "Now, where did I park again?"
Rory, turning to look for Lane's beat up Kia, ended up almost nose-to-nose with a smirking Logan. Oh, this is should be fun.
"Ace? Or should I say, my future wife? Nice skirt," he added, leering at her in that provocative, yet not rude way of his. Rory tried to ignore the fact that suddenly, she had gotten very, very warm.
Or the attempts her stomach was making to qualify for the 2008 Olympics.
"Logan," she stated calmly. "I'm surprised to see you at something as mundane – and lacking in illegal substances – as a movie. Where are Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum?"
As if on cue, Colin and Finn appeared – Finn surrounded with blondes on both sides. Finn saluted her. "Girls, I don't believe that you've met Logan's fiancé."
Lane, who at first was trying to follow the conversation – wife? illegal substances? -- caught on.
"You must be limo boy. I'm Lane," she said, offering a hand to Logan, storing the fact that not only was he hot, he was handcuff-to-the-bed-and-have-your-way-with-him-in-a-way-that-would-have-Mama-Kim-come-after-you-with-a-shotgun-hot to tease Rory with later.
Logan, rocking back on his heels, extended a hand to her, raising an eyebrow at Rory. "Glad to know that my reputation preceded me."
Rory rolled her eyes and dismissed the comment. "How long did it take to figure it out?" She couldn't help but feel the glee throughout her whole being – she had gotten him back good.
Colin moved forward, his eyes sweeping over Lane appreciatively. "About twenty minutes of an aneurism, three hours of debate over whether he should call his parents or not, one hour of guilt over how you would react to this new update, and then five minutes of a confused conversation with his mother. I have to hand it to you, Gilmore – I don't think anyone has gotten him that good, ever. Except for Finn's annual traditional April Fool's joke on us, and that's debatable."
Finn hurried over, leaving the two blondes – who were likely even colder than Rory was -- posing prettily behind him.
"Yeah, good going, Gilmore. I think we might replace you with Logan as our third stooge – you're funnier than he is." Turning to Lane, he grinned. "So what did you think of the movie? I'm Finn, by the way. I'm from down under."
Lane, taking in Finn's hot Australian accent, and the other guy in the sweater's prim attractiveness – he reminded her of Dave -- had a sudden flash back to running her finger's through that guy's hair in high school. Since when did Rory have so many hot friends?
"You say that like it's a good thing," quipped Colin, slightly annoyed with Finn's attentions to the cute Asian girl.
Rory, taking care to not make eye contact with Logan, who for some reason had not spoken in all of this, realized that it was time for introductions. "Colin, Finn – this is Lane, my best friend. Lane, this is Finn – I think for the first time in his life, not drunk. This is Colin, who insulted Marty back in the day."
"Lane – like a road? That people drive on?" On second thought, maybe Finn wasn't sober.
"Astute of you." Logan turned to Rory, his smile growing. Her whole let's-pretend-Logan-doesn't-exist thing was a little too obvious. "What do you say, Ace – how about we say we're even and go get some coffee? You must be freezing."
"Coffee?!" Finn started indignantly, only to be shushed with a look from Colin.
Just as Rory was about to refuse, Lane stepped in. "Sounds good. Where were you thinking of going?" It was time for a little intervention, Lane mused. Logan seemed really into Rory, and from all of Rory's bitching about his actions, he seemed pretty funny and sharp. A non-washout version of Jess, and nothing like Dean, thank the lord. Besides, she needed some entertainment in her life. Things with Zach weren't going so well lately, and Colin seemed like someone she could connect with.
"How about the pub?" Logan smiled, obviously tuned into Rory's lack of enthusiasm. But hey, if Lane wanted to help him out, why not? "Rory knows the way."
Walking off with Colin, Finn, and the two Jessica Simpson look-alikes, he turned and yelled out, "we'll see you there in a few, honey! Don't be late!"
"He always has to get in the last word," muttered Rory, and then turned her wrath on Lane. "What were you thinking?"
"That I want coffee. And that saying he was cute was a major understatement." Spotting her car, she dragged Rory off. "Besides, you know you want to go. Don't play dumb with me – I know you. You're the smart one, remember?"