Title: The Party's Over

Summary: AU, post I Jump, You Jump, JAck. Rory still loves Dean, right? But someone else has caught her eye, and is pretty intent on staying there... (Socialites). Also L/L

Rating: PG-13

A/N: Ok, so I realize that i have a million other stories to update, but i like this one. Logan is sooo hot. Review guys, and if you have stories about Logan, please include it! Don't you just love the banter?

Oh, also -- I know that Rory and Lorelai had a conversation about the whole Luke/Gilmores thing, but I changed it to fit my story.

Review!

Part 1:

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Cue, young, slightly-annoyed, very exhausted girl picking up her phone.

"You saved me from the crazy gorillas."

Lorelai paused, standing in her closet. "Well, I was calling you to complain about the way my mother treated Luke, but if you're being chased by rabid gorillas, I'm all ears."

"No, not… jumping…" Rory struggled to leave the REM cycles in favor of the daylight world, where her mother currently resided, obviously perk after who-knew how much coffee by – Rory checked the clock on her bedside table – 8:30 AM. "I was dreaming about gorillas jumping off of buildings. Very Mary Poppins meets King Kong."

"Rory," Lorelai gasped, pausing in pouring herself coffee. "Have you finally become a rocker and dropped acid? I didn't think they actually had acid at Ya-ale."

"Oh, they have everything at Yale," Rory said, rubbing the images from the other night from her eyes. "What's up? What did Grandma and Grandpa do this time?"

"Even gorillas?"

"Especially gorillas. Don't try to distract me from what you called me about at this early in the morning."

"I couldn't contain my story anymore. Although you, apparently, have not been telling me things. If I knew there were gorillas running around campus and jumping off dorms, then I would not have let you go to school there."

"Mom… it's 8:30. I will tell you my story when I am fully awake in 2 hours. Now, spill. What did Emily Gilmore say?"

"Oh, the usual. She insisted that I reintroduce her to Luke, pretended to be nice for the first five minutes of dinner so that Luke suspected me of being paranoid, and then well – I got to say I told you so when she attacked him."

"You said I told you so? Wow, I don't think you've been this happy since Celine Dion announced she was retiring."

"It was fun. Though not enough to numb the sympathy I felt when Luke went golfing with Grandpa, who proceeded to turn the diner into a franchise, and Luke into an art and rare coin collecting, golfing, straight-shaving man."

Rory rubbed her head. "Well, tell Luke to put one of his diner's right near Yale. It would be great to get a real hamburger around here."

"Ok, gorilla time."

"Want to meet for coffee at like, 5 at Luke's? I'm too tired to tell you."

"Tired? An illicit meeting with a gorilla, perhaps?" Rory could hear the glee emanating off of her mother's voice.

"Oh, go gloat to Luke about how right you were. Your voice is missing some of its usual caffeine-perkiness."

Lorelai sulked, contemplating the end of her endless-cup of coffee in her kitchen. "I hate how you're always right. It makes you less fun than you should be."

Well, whaddaya think? I have more, no worries, but I am holding this story hostage until I get reviews. (Cackles). Also, don't worry -- Logan makes an appearance, very, very soon. Kinda a consolation prize for having bush in office for four more years. dear lord... going to go wallow.