Blue Plaid, Coffee and a Baseball Cap
A/N: My first Gilmore Girls Fic. Please R&R.
Lorelai was seated at the stool closest to the cash register, steaming coffee mug nestled between her hands.
"So, then," she said, "Rory walks into my room, all dressed up and says, 'beautiful, wonderful, mommy dearest of mine, have you forgotten that it is Friday evening, the night from hell, the night when we must willingly walk before Lucifer in his mansion of horrors and eat his poisoned food?' Of course I'd forgotten. For the first time in my short existence, I actually saw life flash before my eyes."
Luke rolled his eyes. Lorelai had always had a flair for the dramatic. She took a gulp of coffee.
"Anyway, she's standing there all George Peppard to my Holly Golightly while I raced around trying to find something decent to wear. Of course, I didn't get around to do doing laundry this week –"
"Of course." Luke interjected with an eye roll as he wiped down the counter.
" – so, every outfit I pulled out seemed to be just one article short of perfection and, naturally, Emily Gilmore will stand for nothing short of perfection. But… fear not, we made it on the train to Sing Sing only ten minutes late."
"Good to hear," said Luke, putting away his washcloth and returning to the cash register just as Lorelai wrapped two scones into a napkin with 'Luke's' printed in the corner.
"You going to pay for those scones?" He asked, not really caring either way, but feeling the need to say something.
Lorelai waved him off.
"Add it to my tab, Mr. Danes," she said, her mock English accent failing spectacularly.
"What tab?"
"Oh, quite right, chap. I'll just be off then." She put the napkin into her purse, grabbed to her to-go coffee cup, flashed Luke a smile and was on her way.
Luke stood there watching her leave, taken aback, as always, by her exuberance.
Lorelai pushed the door to the house open with her elbow. She had shopping bags in one hand, a cup of coffee in the other, upon which she'd rested her mail; there were a few stray envelopes she'd been forced to grab onto with her teeth.
"Offspring!" she called, her words muffled by the paper in her mouth, "Mommy needs help!"
Rory appeared from her room where she'd obviously been busy doing homework.
"Mommy needs professional help," she said with a grin, as she relieved Lorelai of some of her parcels.
"Oh, smart, clever, child of mine. I always thought it was only my stunningly good looks you'd inherited, but it seems you've been blessed to receive my wit and charm as well."
Rory rolled her eyes.
"Did you get my note?" Lorelai asked.
Rory held up the stained napkin on which Lorelai had scribbled, with permanent marker, the lyrics to The Barenaked Ladies song 'Million Dollars'. Some of the words were crossed out, and Lorelai had scrawled, "If I had a million dollars… I wouldn't have to go to Friday night dinner." Underneath, she'd jotted, "Going to Luke's for a fix. Have phone."
"Very cute," was Rory's sarcastic reply. "And you misspelled 'have'."
Lorelai grabbed the note and held it up to the light.
"Hunh," she said, examining it closely. She put it down. "Well, I guess that's a result of my cranial indigestion from last night's sparring fest at the Gilmore residence. And the lack of morning coffee probably had something to do with it."
"Speaking of which," Rory grabbed the cup from Lorelai's hand, pecked her on the cheek, muttered something about Paris and homework and Mr. Medina and trudged back to her room.
Lorelai watched her go, making her mind up to have a talk with this Mr. Medina guy; Rory had been spending hours every night labouring over his assignments – she hadn't time for a movie night or even to hang out with Lane since Chilton started.