A/N: A fic I started during season 5 and have recently resumed. Ah my fickle fanfic muse. Picks up after season 5's 'You Jump, I jump Jack.' With slight references to some things that occur after that episode, but otherwise this fic is AU.
Unfortunately I don't own the Gilmore Girls or any of the character from the shows, I just like to borrow them once in a while. Thanks.
Part I: The Art of Procuring Saturday Night Plans
Procure: "To obtain, esp. as a result of some degree of effort. To bring about, contrive." –New Webster's Dictionary-
"Explain to me again, why I have to come to this thing?" Paris Gellar demanded as she stood in the doorway of her dorm, her arms crossed.
Rory sighing in exasperation pushed her roommate out the door, locking it behind her and said, "For the last time Paris, this is a huge night for Lane and her band and we're going to support her. Now move it."
"Right, I get why you're going, you being the best friend, support goes with the territory, but me, I'm the friend/acquaintance, so why am I getting dragged to it?"
"Because you're my friend/good friend and as my friend/good friend you have to support Lane cause she's my friend/best friend."
"That's an illogical argument and quit pulling my arm, it's about to come out of the socket." Paris said stopping in her tracks.
"Why are you being so difficult tonight Paris?" Rory asked. "I checked your schedule, you've finished all your papers, you've read every reading you need to do at least a dozen times and you're done your article for the paper, so what do you have left to do on a Saturday night?"
"First off, you're never done with an article, till it's printed in the actual paper and even then there may still be corrections and secondly it's never too early to start on your next article. This Rory, is why you'll never be a truly great journalist, you have no dedication."
Rory rolled her eyes, "I think the paper can wait one night."
"That's blasphemy."
"PARIS!"
"Whatever. Anyways, you know I don't like loud concerts, it hurts my ears." Paris replied.
"Well Princess Gellar, that's why I brought you ear plugs." Rory answered, taking them out of her pocket and placing them in Paris hands. "See no more excuses."
Paris looked down at the earplugs, seemingly defeated, until she added, "Right but again, why do I have to go when your boyfriend's tagging along?" She said, pointing her finger at Marty who up to that point had been quietly enjoying the banter between roommates.
"Hey, leave me out of this." He said quietly.
Rory glared at Paris then glanced over at Marty, who for some reason appeared to be blushing and said, "Marty is my friend, who loves good music and is excited about going to see Lane play. You, Paris, still have to go because I want lots of people there to support Lane tonight- end of story. Now hull ass, I don't want to be late."
Paris, finally looking dejected, followed Rory and Marty to the car, but added to get the last word, "yeah well we better leave early!"
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Finn turned towards Logan and Colin, throwing his arms up dramatically said, "How can we, the three best looking gents at Yale not have plans on a Saturday night?"
"Correction Finn. We did have plans, but the plans got cancelled when the Carnie brother's decided at the last minute not to do their annual kegger at their place." Logan pointed out.
"Well it doesn't hurt to give the liver a break for one night does it?" Colin asked innocently.
Finn and Logan both stopped in their tracks; turning towards Colin with looks of disbelief, "I cannot believe you just said those words. You can get your membership revoked from the Brigade for such sacrilegious words." Logan said severely.
Finn added, "we are about seizing life at every opportunity and that means maximizing the amount of time we spend severely intoxicated whilst being in the company of many lovely and preferably easy women."
"Hey I didn't actually believe those words, just thought I'd throw it out there as a suggestion." Colin answered defensively. "Well alright then, are we going to go to a pub to start maximizing our drinking? Or just keep wandering around campus in hopes of finding something to do?"
"Wander no more gentlemen, I think I've found something to amuse us this evening." Logan replied as he spotted his favorite reporter walking towards her car.
Colin glanced over at Finn knowingly, who smirked, as the two followed Logan. They arrived just in time to hear the blond haired girl say, "Well I'm sitting in the front than. If I have to be dragged to a thing I don't even want to go to and have to sit in a car for over an hour to get to it then I want to at least control the music."
"Whatever you want Paris, just get into the car." Rory replied.
"Hey Ace, going somewhere?" Logan called out as Rory opened the door to her car.
Rory glancing in surprise at the three guys asked, "Hey. What no plans on a Saturday night?"
"We had plans. Plans got cancelled." Finn replied.
Logan smirked, "But we have plans now, plans with you."
"You don't even know where we're going."
"Does it matter, you look dressed to impress so I figure it's got to be somewhere good." Logan answered with a grin, giving Rory an appraising look up and down.
Rory rolled her eyes and answered, "yes well we're going to go see my best friend's band play at a club in New York. I'd invite you to tag along but there's no room in the car." She said as she gestured towards Paris and Marty.
"Are we going or not?" Paris demanded. "As much as you may be amused by your witting banter, it's really not doing anything for me, so can we get a move on?"
Colin let out a low whistle as Finn walked towards Paris and asked, "My, my, who is this firecracker?" Causing Paris to throw him her patented death stare at his approach.
"Um Finn, I'd say away from her, she's already on the edge and I'm quite sure you're capable of sending her over it. But that's Paris Gellar she's my roommate and that's Marty." Rory added.
"Ah Marty, good to see you again." Logan said.
"Uh yeah. You too." Marty answered awkwardly.
"Hmm Marty? You look familiar." Colin said, studying him.
Logan answered, "That's Marty, bartender Marty."
"Oh right, I remember. Makes one hell of a margarita." Colin said looking pleased that he was able to place him.
Rory with a look of annoyance replied, "Hey his name is just Marty, not bartender Marty alright?"
"Sorry about that, just trying to identify him to Colin. Sorry about that Marty." Logan answered apologetically, but still with a small smile on his face.
"Yeah it's no problem." Marty said.
"Alright so let's get this show on the road. Boys in the car." Logan called out, as he, Finn and Colin got into the backseat of Rory's car.
"Hey!" Rory exclaimed. "You guys can't come, there's not enough room."
"No problem Rory, I'll just stay behind." Marty said.
Rory looking at him answered, "no way Marty, we've been talking about going since last week."
"That's alright, I'll go next time."
"Oh stop being the martyr." Paris interjected, rolling her eyes impatiently as she got out of the front seat of the car. "I won't go. The prospect of going to this thing to begin with was unappealing and now to have these three tag along makes it even less inviting. Plus I'll have to be in the car with you lot for over an hour and on our way home I'm sure there would've been plenty of unnecessary consumption of alcoholic beverages and the thought of being in the car with these rowdy drunken guys is not my idea of fun. So Marty get in the front and Rory get out of here, before you're late."
"Oh but Paris, you can sit on my lap." Finn said grinning, patting his lap in invitation.
Paris rolled her eyes impatiently, "Rory drive away now before this guy really gets me started."
Rory realizing the danger of another Paris rant; quickly got into the car, "thanks Paris. I'll see you at home later." Turning on the car, she glanced in the rearview mirror to see the backseat passengers grinning in delight, shaking her head she said: "Well New York, here we come."
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A/N part 2: As always feedback welcomed and appreciated.