Lorelai was feeling beat, dead, annoyed and angry, all as one emotion. She charged into Luke's that night with a defiant tone in her voice and a determined look on her face. The bells jingled loudly right before the slamming of the door. Luke looked up immediately, already angry that someone had slammed his door and stormed into the diner. When he noticed that it was a slightly dishevelled Lorelai, he just shook his head and went right back to his receipts.

"Oh sorry, how much do I have to pay for a little attention?" she asked him quite meanly.

"Lorelai, what the hell are you doing?" he asked as Lorelai sat down on the stool in front of him.

"I had the crappiest night of my life. I'm so angry at everything. I'm angry at Rory for never calling, I'm angry at my mother for always reminding me that I'm a disappointment to the universe, I'm angry at Sookie because she won't make her fricken mind up about the menu for the upcoming luncheon, and I'm angry at you because- " She couldn't find a reason to be angry at Luke, so she just left it there.

"What can I do?" he asked, raising his eyebrows to get a better look at her.

Lorelai pulled a bottle of tequila out of her bag and rested it on the countertop. Luke just looked at it, confused.

"Never seen a liquor bottle before Mr. Diner man?" Lorelai asked sarcastically.

"Yes I have, of course I have, what are you-?" he suddenly realised that she was being sarcastic.

"How 'bout we go up to that fancy pansy apartment of yours and drown our sorrows in this little baby?" Lorelai asked.

"We can't, I don't have any sorrows," Luke retorted.

"What? Of course you do, everyone does, and by the end of the night I'm going to promise that I'll get them out of you," Lorelai told him. Luke just shook his head, grabbed the bottle of tequila and held the curtain open for Lorelai. She walked past him and went up the stairs.

Lorelai sat down on the worn brown couch, shortly followed by an exhausted Luke. Lorelai took a long swig out of the bottle and relaxed instantly. Luke did the same before handing the bottle back to Lorelai and moving down the couch. Lorelai repositioned herself so that her back was against the armrest, Luke did the same and they were looking at each other.

After a few more drinks each, Lorelai looked at the empty bottle and pouted.

"Luke, we need more," she cajoled.

"No, I don't think we do, I can't even see straight," he said in a mildly drunk state.

"Well I can, so either I'm going to get more or I'm calling someone to drop it off,"

Suddenly realising that if anyone were to drop it off to the apartment, they'd know that Lorelai and Luke were drinking together. He got up off of the couch, stumbled slightly and then reached out a hand for Lorelai. Lorelai took his hand and made her way to the door.

"Thanks," she said as Luke opened the door and stepped aside.

"You're welcome," he replied.

They walked drunkenly down the street to Doose's. They both tried extremely hard to put their best 'non-drunk' faces as they collected a myriad of alcoholic beverages and took them to the counter where Taylor was serving.

"Luke… Lorelai," Taylor said, looking at them both with a nod.

"Hey Taylsor," Lorelai smirked, briefly giggling before going back to being serious after Luke nudged her.

"Taylsor?" Taylor asked.

"Yah, a new name for you buddy," Luke said with a friendly punch to the shoulder. They were both too worried about the others behaviour that they each didn't stop to think of what they might say. They walked back to Luke's apartment.

Upstairs, Lorelai packed all of the alcohol into the fridge. She grabbed four beers and sat next to Luke.

"Tequila is bad, you'd think I would've known that by now," Lorelai told him, putting her feet up against the coffee table.

"Yeah, well, we live and learn." He said, putting a blunt end to the conversation quickly.

"Right, Right," Lorelai said, taking another sip of her drink.

They both finished their beers at relatively the same time, both reaching for the other at the same time. They popped the caps open and drank their way through their second beer.

Three hours, eight beers, two tequilas and four shots each later, they were slammed. They were both drunk to the point where they could only just remember each others names.

"Come on Luke," Lorelai cajoled.

"Nope, not gonna happen," Luke retorted drunkenly.

"Do it Luke, do it, do it, do it," she said annoyingly.

"Fine!" Luke said. He jumped up and went to the bathroom. He came back with a freshly shaven face and sat back down.

"Wasn't that fun?" Lorelai asked. Luke shook his head, pointing to the many cuts he had acquired from drunk-shaving.

They were playing truth or dare. So far Luke had asked Lorelai how many people she'd dated since Rory was born. Lorelai asked Luke how many people he had dated. Luke was dared to shave his face. Lorelai was dared to make a whole pot of coffee and pour it down the sink. The dares were pretty lame, but they were drunk so it amused them more than it usually would.

"Okay, okay, okay, Lorelai," Luke started, planting his hands on his knees and moving forward. "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," Lorelai answered, holding a hand up in the air as if to say 'why not'.

"Just so I'm getting this right, there's no rules in this game is there? I can ask whatever I want, right?" he asked her.

She nodded. "Why? Is it something dirty?"

"You might say that,"

"Go, go, go," she said eagerly.

"How many people have you had sex with?" he asked bluntly. Lorelai was sort of taken aback. She laughed nervously and looked at him in the eyes.

"You tell me yours and I'll tell you mine," Lorelai said.

"No, this is my question, you picked truth!"

"Fine, fine," she said, putting her drink on the coffee table. "There was Johnny Carter, Christopher, Max, Christopher again, Alex, Jason," she counted on her fingers. "Yeah, that's about it," she told him.

"Wow, who's Johnny Carter?"

"Oh well," she started, using her hands for emphasis, "He was my boyfriend in High School. I went out with him for about a year before I met Chris, then I broke up with him for Chris, and then we had Rory, and well, you know the rest," she told him.

"Ahuh, I see,"

"So, what's your number?" she asked, patting him on the leg slightly.

"Well, I didn't choose truth, so you can't ask me," he teased.

"Luke!" she said in an annoyed tone.

"Sorry, had to say it," he said quickly, "Well, there was Julie Degrage, Fiona Marion, Lisa Yulings, Emma Channing, Rachael and Nicole, so… six," he said, counting with his fingers right up in his face.

"Really? That's it? I thought there would've been more than that Luke,"

"No, Julie was in the midst of my Mom dieing, and that's when I did it the first time, and the others were pretty serious, all my girlfriends have been serious… huh, only just realised that," he said. Lorelai laughed.

"You interested in anyone right now?" Lorelai asked.

"Yeah, quite a bit actually,"

"Oooooooooooo, Lucas Pukus, you've been holding out on me, who, who, who?" she annoyed him.

"No-one, don't worry about it, they don't think of me at all like that,"

Lorelai crawled over to his side of the couch.

"Tell me… Please?" she begged.

Luke grabbed her face and kissed her lips firmly. He knew that if he wasn't drunk right now, there's no way he would have this kind of confidence. He'd be so scared that she'd reject him. Lorelai was stunned at first but soon melted into the kiss and started to kiss back. Soon, Luke's tongue was running along the bottom of her lip, seeking entrance into her mouth. She opened her mouth a little and they soon began their passionate embrace.

"Luke," she murmured into his mouth. His hands ran wildly up and down her spine, underneath her shirt.

"Mmm, Lorelai," he murmured back. Her hands found his face as she slowly lifted her leg, swang it over Luke's left leg and straddled his lap. Lorelai placed one hand on his chest and the other on his cheek. She pulled back slightly and looked into his eyes.

"I guess I'm the person then, right?" she said. They were still drunk and all over the place. Luke just nodded and pulled her back down for another kiss. Lorelai began to fiddle with the buckle on his jeans. She pulled the zip down and put her hands back on his face.

"Lorelai," Luke said determinedly.

"What?" she said, running her top lip over her bottom before kissing her way down his jaw line.

"We don't have to," he said, holding her sides so that his thumbs were places just under her breasts.

"I want to," she assured him.

As soon as the words left her mouth, Luke stood up with her, still holding onto her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he led them to his bed. Luke quickly removed his jeans so that he was left in his boxers. Lorelai took off her sweater and jeans. Their underwear became too much of a barrier for Luke as he quickly got rid of it and nestled Lorelai with him under the covers. Luke looked down into Lorelai's eyes, looking for confirmation that she really wanted to do this, not that she'd really turn back now. Luke parted her folds with the tip of his cock, plunging into her with one full thrust. She moaned louder than he'd ever heard a woman moan before. He took this as a good sign and pulled out from her quickly before pushing back in. She moaned and giggled as Luke nipped down and kissed at her neck.

Lorelai moaned softly.

"Oh Luke," she managed to whisper as Luke ran a hand up her waist to cup her breast.

He rolled her nipple between her fingers, making his way back up her jaw line and onto her lips. Their tongues duelled for control. Lorelai laughed as Luke tickled her neck with his stubble.

Luke grabbed her legs and pulled them to his sides. She wrapped them possessively around his waist as he entered her hard and fast again. She managed to get out a few 'ugh's' before his mouth was back on hers.

Luke placed his thumb onto her clit, watching as this new found excitement washed over her. She was almost there, Luke could feel it. His mind was cloudy, he couldn't be sure if this was a dream or not.

He'd be fine if it was a dream, because it was a damn good one and his imagination normally couldn't cook up something like this. On the other hand he wanted it to be real so bad. He didn't think of the consequences of their drunken sex, because right now all he wanted to feel was Lorelai. All he wanted to think was Lorelai. All he wanted to SEE was Lorelai. He couldn't get her out of his mind.

Lorelai's head was thrashing around on the pillow below her. The feeling of having Luke inside of her was just too much. She couldn't believe it. All this time he's been there, right under her nose and she has been too blind to see it. She always rebuffs the townies when they say anything about Luke.

Even her mother see's it. On the few times that she's actually met Luke, or seen Lorelai and Luke together, she can see the sexual tension. Lorelai hates that she was right.

At that second, Luke plunged into her once more, hitting her g-spot and sending her over the edge. The waves of pleasure crashed all through her body, Luke was smiling when he heard her scream out her name. He thrusted into her a few more times and on the last one, he came, whispering her name in her ear as he collapsed onto her. He nuzzled her neck slightly.

"Oh my god," Lorelai puffed out. Luke rolled off of her and cuddled her close.

"Yeah, wow!" Luke replied.

All Lorelai could think about was Rory and the town and how they were going to react. She didn't know what she was thinking. How could she do this? Luke was her friend. Oh my god, he's not going to remember this in the morning. Her thoughts were shattered when Luke draped a possessive arm over her stomach and she began to hear the soft snores.

They both fell asleep, too drunk to think right now.

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