Just because it feels good (chapter 1)
GG-fic, Tristan/Lorelai, a little Jess/Rory
title from Skunk Anansie-song Hedonism
challenge by Nina, Anna
dedicated to twinnie Suus for sending me inspiration
include: mr medina's desk/the stairs in the dragonfly
props/weapon of choice: stilletto's
not include: leather/chocolate bodypaint/kitchenstuff
disclaimer: characters are not mine at all.
1. martini's
They stood in de doorway of the large, posh ballroom, watching women in the crowd yelling fake enthousiastic greetings, kissing the air and no doubt bragging about their husbands' business succes. Lorelai looked at her daughter and asked with a pleading smile: "Can't we just go home Rory, apple of my eye, best daughter I have ever had? I really really really don't wanna be here."
Rory put on her strict face and waved a finger under her mothers nose. "No way, missy, we promised to attend this special Chilton anniversary, so here we are. And we're gonna stay here untill we've spent a decent amount of time here. Then we can get the hell out."
Lorelai stuck her tongue out at her wise-ass daughter. Man, could she be more grown up!
She startled at somebody making a scraping noise behind them. Mother and daughter looked back and saw Max Medina.
He smiled awkwardly: "If you have problems deciding if you wanna go in, could you please let me pass first?" Suddenly Lorelai realised they had been blocking the door. She recovered quickly and joked "You Max, can always come in." Oh no, she thought, that was totally dirty!
Thankfully, Max didn't react to her comment and passed them with a nod. She watched him walk through the crowd. Weird, she thought, how you could feel so different about someone who used to mean so much to you. For her, the attraction was completely gone.
As Rory grabbed her hand and dragged her inside, Lorelai pouted and told her daughter she was 'more evil than the spawn of the devil himself'. Rory replied by saying Paris wouldn't be pleased to hear that Rory beat her to the title.
With an arm around Rory's waist Lorelai guided them to the nearest bar. "If we have to be here for a while, I'll need martini's. Lot's and lot's of them. Oh hi, dear sir," she smiled seductively at the bartender. "Could you please bring us a bar full of martini's?"
She drank one martini right away while Rory sipped at hers. After grabbing another drink, they walked around, scanning the ballroom for some nice people to talk to. "Oh look, there's Paris. She's annoying headmaster Charleston already" Rory sniffled. Paris was talking fast and with a lot of gestures, almost knocking out some passing party-ers. Ususally he was calm and strict, but now, headmaster Charleston looked a bit scared.
Just like old times, Madeline and Louise were not far away. They were chatting up a few former classmates, no doubt asking them to go with them to a janitors closet or something like that.
"They're not wasting any time. Were they always like that?" Lorelai grinned as the girls disappeared toward the bathrooms with their new conquests. "Actually", Rory answered with the same grin on her face. "I would be shocked if it took them longer than fifteen minutes to drag some unsuspecting guy away."
She saw Rory's eyes light up when a familiar guy appeared in the same doorway where they stood fifteen minutes ago. It was Jess, back in town for good. He wrote a few books. The first one wasn't recognized by the public, but the second hit the jackpot for the young writer. It was in third print right now. Yeah, she thought, he grew up good. She never expected him to land on his feet, but he did. The young couple hugged and Rory started explaining stuff to Jess, mocking the rich people.
Lorelai looked down at her shoes, beginning to feel the pain of the uncomfortable stillettoheels. Her hope for getting Rory to turn around and go home had been big enough to put on shoes which were not made for receptions. She should have worn boots that were made for walking, maybe that way she could have walked out and blame it all on her footwear.
She sighed and touched Rory's shoulder. "I'm going to get us more drinks, hon. Be back in a minute." As she turned, she crossed looks with an attractive blonde guy, who was looking at Rory and Jess. He seemed a bit sad and looked away the second he knew she had seen him.
She wobbled towards him -her feet were actually killing her already and asked him if he was okay. He smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I was just wondering how things were with Rory and there she is." He squinted a little, which gave him bedroomeyes. Hmm, she said to herself, if only he was about 15 years older. He kinda looked familiar. Then, like a lightbulb in a cartoon, it dawned on her. The play in Chilton: Romeo and Juliet. Rory was Juliet... "You're Romeo!"