a/n Hi! I'm back. Or you could say I've never been here before. That would depend completely on whether you read some stuff I wrote a couple years back. (Hey baby and a story called would you follow me to London… I think :/)
Originally I planned to rewrite my old stories. But 2 years, a broken laptop, a degree and that whole giving birth to a human thing meant that I lost them.
So I'm back. This isn't actually the story I wanted to write.
The story I wanted to write was a lot more emotional and complex, but I haven't written anything but an essay for a couple of years so I thought I'd ease myself in again. Here we go. Sorry for the Dialogue heavy intro. Setting the scene. Constructive criticism always welcome, but please be nice about it. Rather than saying 'you suck because..' Maybe try 'I enjoyed this part but these parts needed work...'
Also there's great sadness today In the GG fandom with the passing of Edward Herrmann. He always made Gilmore Girls for me.
Too much chatting. This won't happen again.

[Disclaimer]
I do not own any of the Characters as created in Gilmore Girls. I did however create my own original character called Seb and the story is my own work.

But you know you wouldn't change anything

"I took my inspiration from the world around me."
Rory sighed and sipped from the plastic cup she was clutching. These events always had cheap wine.
"I couldn't have done any of this without someone very important to me though..."
This is it. Finally some recognition for the nights she'd taken the subway from the upper West side to Williamsburg with tin foil, old coat hangers and takeout food. For all the weekends away that had ended in him locking himself in their hotel room because he was overcome with the creative urge. For all the times she'd let him borrow her jeans.
Straightening her dress slightly, Rory turned to smile adoringly at her boyfriend of a year, Seb. They'd met when the paper sent her to cover an installation art piece he'd presented where he'd hidden a camera in the toilet of his shared loft. A metaphor for what social media was going to do to society if it continued growing at the rate that it was. Apparently.
While his subject matter was not Rory's cup of tea, he was. Six foot two. Dark hair with just the right amount of stubble. He shopped only in thrift shops which often resulted in him wearing Hawaiian shirts ironically. He spent a lot of time curating the starving artist persona, so much so that you could be forgiven into buying into it. In reality Sebastian Horne was a legacy. A trust fund brat who'd shunned the world of business to live the bohemian dream in New York.
"Charlie Sheen"
What had she been expecting? Seb found the man's lifestyle to be the ideal. They'd spent many evenings arguing at his suggestions of bringing third paid parties into the bedroom.
Sure their relationship was unconventional. Lorelai had found it best not to comment. But it was passionate. The writer and the Artist.
Plus when he needed to, Seb still retained part of the former Sebastian Horne, and could pull out a well-tailored D&G suit and allow her to clutch his arm at dull functions thrown by her grandparents. Their relationship was perfect for this stage of Rory's life. Your early 20's are for having fun after all.
This said, it still hurt to be bypassed for Charlie Freaking Sheen.
Dejected, Rory excused herself from the group of art lovers all gushing at Seb's genius and headed towards the makeshift bar.
"Vodka and orange" She smiled weakly at the bartender. "A double"
"Rory Gilmore hardcore drinking. My oh my" A familiar voice chuckled in her ear. A voice that spread through her body and enveloped her like a familiar sweater. "What will the village elders say?"
"I won't tell them if you don't" She smirked turning towards the voice's owner "My mom mentioned you'd moved to New York I was wondering when we'd cross paths"
"The indie publishing scene doesn't pay the bills. It was time to sell my soul and become a corporate monkey" Jess shrugged, he motioned for the barman to refill his drink with the amber liquid he'd just drained "So that's the artist boyfriend Luke was telling me about"
"My love life is still fascinating to you?"
Jess leaned in close, a slow smile spreading across his face "Do you want it to be?"
"We're related"
"It would make hell of a story"
Rory fixed her eyes on Jess's for a moment before smiling herself "So you work in an office?"
"I'm an editor at penguin"
"Print media is dead"
"Says the journalist? Where are you at now?"
"GQ"
"So close you can almost taste the New Yorker?"
"Something like that" Rory drained her drink and fixed her eyes on him once more. She'd missed their easy banter. Rarely did she find people who could keep up with her. They'd not seen each other since the wedding. Between keeping up with their respective bridal party duties and humoring the towns wished, they'd ended up hiding in Rory's teenage bedroom with a bottle of stolen whiskey. A hot blush crept from Rory's cheeks. Jess smirked again, this time knowingly "Where are you living?"
"A studio on Gold Street. You?"
"I'm on the upper west side"
"Of course you are"
It was Rory's turn to smirk. Out the corner of her eye she could see Seb making his way towards them. Part of their passion was fueled by his furious jealous streak. Jess drained his drink and tapped at the bar again.
"I didn't see you sneak away. Have you seen how many of my pieces have sold already? We could take that trip we were talking about" Seb wrapped his arms around Rory waist and fixed a cold stare on Jess "Who's this?"
"Jess Mariano. I'm Rory's..."
"Mom's husbands nephew. Nephew in law. Is that a thing?" Rory spoke hurriedly, turning into her boyfriend's arms "We were just talking about going for dinner soon."
"Oh right." Seb's grip loosened as he lost interest "Let me know if you wanna commission a piece man. I can sort you a price"
Jess nodded "That would be great man. Anyway it was great seeing you. I'll get your number and we'll do lunch" he stepped closer to kiss Rory's cheek, placing his hand on her hip. He dropped his voice to a whisper "I'll be seeing you Rory Gilmore"
Rory stepped back and nodded breathlessly "I'll look forward to it"