An Evening of Desire
(re-editted version)
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Lorelai rubbed her hands together nervously. She hadn't been on a date since her near-reunion with Christopher, and she wasn't quite sure how to act. 'Just relax!' Rory had told her before she closed her bedroom door in Lorelai's face.
"Just relax" Lorelai mocked under her breathe. "Easy for you to say. You're not going out with someone you're going to have to see everyday for the rest of your life!" Sighing, she turned back to the door and began to pound.
Rory swung open her door, thick book in hand. "What?"
"I need help!" Lorelai whined, her lower lip trembling.
Prying her mother's fingers from the door, Rory ignored her pout. "Mom. You don't need my help. You don't need Madonna's help. You are a dating queen. No, make that goddess." Rory continued to ramble, still struggling to unhinge Lorelai. "You are a dating goddess! Men fall at your feet, feed you grapes-" she succeeded, and tried to close the door again.
"No! Don't you dare shut that door in my face! Is this the way you treat your mother, the reason you are on this earth, the person who sheltered you from the elements, the women who spent 16 hours in labor, just for you? No! I didn't think so!"
Rory relented. "Go get dressed, and I'll do your hair, how about that?"
"I don't know what to wear!" Lorelai cried, reverting back to whining.
Giving up, Rory opened her door and Lorelai barreled in. "You have thousands of things! Go choose one!" said Rory harshly, and flopping down on her bed, began to read.
"That's the problem!" Lorelai said, grabbing Rory's book and tossing it on the floor. "If I didn't have so many things, I wouldn't be having such a hard time choosing! If I lived in a box, I wouldn't have any difficulties. Hell, I'd be ready to go out in minutes. Some lip gloss and I'm off!"
"I highly doubt you would have lip gloss if you lived in a box" Rory deadpanned, reaching down for her book.
"How can you say that? I'm sure the box people have glossing needs!" Lorelai moved between the book and her daughter.
"Mother."
"Okay, focus. Which dress should I wear? Or should I go for a skirt?"
"I don't know," the younger Gilmore said, reaching around Lorelai's legs.
"Rory, pay attention!" she said, kicking the ill-fated book away from Rory's grasping hands.
"Hey!" Rory said indignantly. "Fine," she sighed, "where's he taking you?"
Lorelai sat on the edge of the bed. "I have no idea. Somewhere close. He has to be home by nine thirty."
"Really? Why?"
"Curfew."
"Are you serious?"
"Hi, the man lives with his mother!"
"Huh." Rory shook her head.
"So, what should I wear?"
"Something sorta casual."
"Sorta? Meaning what?"
"How about that purpley-black dress you have with those strappy sandals?"
"Don't you think that's a bit..."
"Slutty?" Rory supplied, smirking.
"I was going for revealing."
"And when has that ever bothered you before?" asked Rory, trying to hide her smile.
"When it comes to Kirk! Do I really want him looking down my cleavage all night long?"
"It's Kirk! I'm sure he'd be a perfect gentleman. Besides, he has to be home by nine thirty, so it's hardly all night."
"Quiet you. How about the orange dress with my jean jacket?"
"Which one?"
"The Levi's one."
"It's at the dry cleaner."
"Why?"
"You got mustard all over it, remember?"
"Damn hot dog vender."
Rory rolled her eyes. "It was hardly his fault. He missed."
"If he hadn't been staring at my legs he would have aimed right."
"Weren't you wearing the orange dress?"
"Huh. I think you're right."
"Nix it."
"How about the red-"
Rory cut her off. "Tight in all the wrong places."
"What?"
"The infamous algoid incident of '94," stated Rory, eyes wide.
Lorelai shuddered. "Good thinking. The blue one?"
"Light or dark?" asked Rory, who had started to brush Lorelai's hair.
"I don't know. Oh, how about a skirt?"
"That works."
"Oww!"
"Sorry."
"Liar. How about my flippy skirt with the ruffley shirt?"
"Sounds good."
"Not too conservative, not too slutty. But I hear he likes 'em that way."
"What?"
"He reads dirty magazines!"
"Okay," Rory said, obviously disgusted, "way too much information. There, you're knot free."
"Finally. That's the last time I use that stupid candy cane shampoo."
"I told you it was a bad idea to buy a shampoo because of the smell."
"Yeah yeah yeah." Lorelai stood up. "Do you think he'll take me out for tuna?"
"I don't know. And neither will you unless you go get ready right now!" Rory said, ushering Lorelai out of her room.
"I'm going, I'm going." Lorelai said, and walked lethargically up the stairs. Tonight promised to be interesting.
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Lorelai rubbed her hands together nervously. She hadn't been on a date since her near-reunion with Christopher, and she wasn't quite sure how to act. 'Just relax!' Rory had told her before she closed her bedroom door in Lorelai's face.
"Just relax" Lorelai mocked under her breathe. "Easy for you to say. You're not going out with someone you're going to have to see everyday for the rest of your life!" Sighing, she turned back to the door and began to pound.
Rory swung open her door, thick book in hand. "What?"
"I need help!" Lorelai whined, her lower lip trembling.
Prying her mother's fingers from the door, Rory ignored her pout. "Mom. You don't need my help. You don't need Madonna's help. You are a dating queen. No, make that goddess." Rory continued to ramble, still struggling to unhinge Lorelai. "You are a dating goddess! Men fall at your feet, feed you grapes-" she succeeded, and tried to close the door again.
"No! Don't you dare shut that door in my face! Is this the way you treat your mother, the reason you are on this earth, the person who sheltered you from the elements, the women who spent 16 hours in labor, just for you? No! I didn't think so!"
Rory relented. "Go get dressed, and I'll do your hair, how about that?"
"I don't know what to wear!" Lorelai cried, reverting back to whining.
Giving up, Rory opened her door and Lorelai barreled in. "You have thousands of things! Go choose one!" said Rory harshly, and flopping down on her bed, began to read.
"That's the problem!" Lorelai said, grabbing Rory's book and tossing it on the floor. "If I didn't have so many things, I wouldn't be having such a hard time choosing! If I lived in a box, I wouldn't have any difficulties. Hell, I'd be ready to go out in minutes. Some lip gloss and I'm off!"
"I highly doubt you would have lip gloss if you lived in a box" Rory deadpanned, reaching down for her book.
"How can you say that? I'm sure the box people have glossing needs!" Lorelai moved between the book and her daughter.
"Mother."
"Okay, focus. Which dress should I wear? Or should I go for a skirt?"
"I don't know," the younger Gilmore said, reaching around Lorelai's legs.
"Rory, pay attention!" she said, kicking the ill-fated book away from Rory's grasping hands.
"Hey!" Rory said indignantly. "Fine," she sighed, "where's he taking you?"
Lorelai sat on the edge of the bed. "I have no idea. Somewhere close. He has to be home by nine thirty."
"Really? Why?"
"Curfew."
"Are you serious?"
"Hi, the man lives with his mother!"
"Huh." Rory shook her head.
"So, what should I wear?"
"Something sorta casual."
"Sorta? Meaning what?"
"How about that purpley-black dress you have with those strappy sandals?"
"Don't you think that's a bit..."
"Slutty?" Rory supplied, smirking.
"I was going for revealing."
"And when has that ever bothered you before?" asked Rory, trying to hide her smile.
"When it comes to Kirk! Do I really want him looking down my cleavage all night long?"
"It's Kirk! I'm sure he'd be a perfect gentleman. Besides, he has to be home by nine thirty, so it's hardly all night."
"Quiet you. How about the orange dress with my jean jacket?"
"Which one?"
"The Levi's one."
"It's at the dry cleaner."
"Why?"
"You got mustard all over it, remember?"
"Damn hot dog vender."
Rory rolled her eyes. "It was hardly his fault. He missed."
"If he hadn't been staring at my legs he would have aimed right."
"Weren't you wearing the orange dress?"
"Huh. I think you're right."
"Nix it."
"How about the red-"
Rory cut her off. "Tight in all the wrong places."
"What?"
"The infamous algoid incident of '94," stated Rory, eyes wide.
Lorelai shuddered. "Good thinking. The blue one?"
"Light or dark?" asked Rory, who had started to brush Lorelai's hair.
"I don't know. Oh, how about a skirt?"
"That works."
"Oww!"
"Sorry."
"Liar. How about my flippy skirt with the ruffley shirt?"
"Sounds good."
"Not too conservative, not too slutty. But I hear he likes 'em that way."
"What?"
"He reads dirty magazines!"
"Okay," Rory said, obviously disgusted, "way too much information. There, you're knot free."
"Finally. That's the last time I use that stupid candy cane shampoo."
"I told you it was a bad idea to buy a shampoo because of the smell."
"Yeah yeah yeah." Lorelai stood up. "Do you think he'll take me out for tuna?"
"I don't know. And neither will you unless you go get ready right now!" Rory said, ushering Lorelai out of her room.
"I'm going, I'm going." Lorelai said, and walked lethargically up the stairs. Tonight promised to be interesting.
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