Summary: Takes place during Bridesmaids Revisited. Rory's drunk at the bar after her break up with Logan and instead of Doyle, guess who comes up to her…Lit, eventually.

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The guys had forced him out tonight, against his will, of course. They were here promoting another flop and they'd insisted that he "had some fun".

Well, he had yet to have fun, granted, it was easier to talk to them drunk rather than sober but after the first ten minutes Chris had thrown up and Matt had started yammering on about a bar of their own to add onto Truncheon. Yep, on second thought, this was great fun.

Then he saw her, he recognised her slumped figure, her hair, her eyes as she glared at a waitress, though they were slightly hazy from consumption of alcohol. And somehow, his legs carried him to her, he doubted the guys would even notice his absence.

She caught his gaze as he walked over, her cloudy eyes filled with recognition and she offered a surprised smile.

"Oh! Jess, you're here…" she slurred casually, stumbling as she tried to get off the bar stool, causing Jess to have to catch her before she fell to the ground. She recoiled at the contact.

"I'm fine, I can walk perfectly- oh look at that, it's harder than I thought…" she trailed off as she stumbled and he caught her again.

"Come on." He said, guiding her out.

"But I didn't get to finish my-" she began, reaching back out to the bar.

"It's okay, just keep on moving."

"Hehe, this is fun, kind of like a three legged race without our legs being tied together, but then it wouldn't really be a- ow!" she yelped, tripping over someone's bag.

"You okay?" Jess asked, bending down to pull her back up.

"Yeah, but they shouldn't leave their bag on the- you shouldn't leave your bag on the floor!" she yelled back at the person.

"Don't mind her." He said to the guy who was now looking a bit shocked, "Come on, Rory, we need to get you home."

"I don't think I have a home." She stated, sullenly.

"What about Hartford?"

"No, back at Yale now, but Paris kicked me out of our apartment, moved in with Logan, but he cheated on me-"

"He did what?" Jess asked, abandoning his calm, serene attitude for the first time since he'd seen her that evening.

"-with a Bridal party-"

"Unbelievable!"

"And so I guess I have to move out of there." She said, uncertainly.

"Okay, you're coming with me."

"Where?"

"To the hotel."

"Ooh, the hotel…" she said, giggling.

"Rory…"

"Fine, I'll be a good girl." She said, still giggling.

"I'll take the couch, you can have the bed."

"Uhuh, and Jess?" She asked, suddenly serious.

"Yep?"

"Can I use the bathroom when we get in?" She asked, feeling steadily more nauseous.

He sighed, "Sure thing." He said, while signalling for a cab.