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Title: I know it, and I'm mortified.

Rating: T, cause I'm almost a grown-up.

Summary: My favorite Drunken Duo takes over the world…in their skivvies! The bridesmaids won't be revisited, but they will be talked about. To My Favorite PDLD Writers! Takes place during "Bridesmaids Revisited". Rory and Finn become close friends. Jealousy and hi-jinks ensue!


Last time on Gilmore Girls:

"You smell like a guy." She said breathily.

"Well I'd hope so love." Finn chuckled and leaned into her. "You smell like…" he took a moment to think and looked up to the sky. "…a Hilton."

"What?" she scoffed as she shoved him jokingly, "I am utterly offended that you would think so lowly of me. I—"

"—Rory." Finn interrupted as she paused for air. "Look it's a Hilton, as in a hotel, as in heat, as in room service, and most importantly a stocked mini-bar."

"Mmm…food" she fantasized with a smile, and as if on cue her stomach made her aware that she had not eaten since she'd gotten to New York. Finn heard her stomach's growl and smiled.

"So I'm guessing that is a yes."

"Food…" She whined holding her stomach and looking up to him with big hopeful eyes, he smiled to himself. He hadn't looked at her all night, one thing about Finn was that he never noticed things while they happened, but he always stopped once in a while. Her face was visibly tired and her tears from earlier had stained her face. He noticed that she wore little if any make-up at all. Most of the girls he knew caked it all and he wondered why, that is until he spotted Rosemary in the bathroom one morning. He shuttered at the thought.

"Still cold?" Rory asked brightly.

"A bit." He answered distractedly.

"Aww, poor baby!" She exclaimed wrapping her arms around him again. "Old Finnegan, chinnegan, pinnegan. Old Michael Finnegan!" she sang.

Everything about her appearance said she was tired but in the glazed drunkenness that were her eyes, light seemed to burst through. Without thinking he put his palm to her cheek, she blinked into his hand and her eyelashes fluttered ever so lightly over his fingers. A ball of fire filled her stomach and a chill shot up her spine. When she opened her eyes he was looking at her, his mint green eyes threatened to burn holes through her. She began to feel scared, she was sobering up.

"Let's get you inside then." She said lightly. She took his hand from her face and held it in her own.

"Yeah." He said broken out of his reverie and let her lead the way.

"Good Evening, welcome to the Hilton Long Island Huntington. How may I help you tonight?" a woman, who was far too perky in both Finn and Rory's eyes, said from the front desk.

"Yes, do you have any suites available?" Finn asked while Rory stood idly by. The woman's smile turned to one of concentration as she searched the database.

"A suite might be hard to find, we have a big wedding party in this weekend. Oh you're lucky!" She explained that there we was a two bedroom suite still available. At the mention of 'bed' Rory looked down at herself and became very aware of her current garb.

"Finn I can't sleep like this." She whispered. Usually she wouldn't make a big deal but it was a three hundred dollar dress—that she didn't even pay for. Finn looked her up and down, she began to feel like that whore again, but she wasn't ashamed or embarrassed—she felt desirable. When Finn looked at her, he always seem to look through her, into her but this time as his eyes grazed over every inch of her body she could feel when his eyes paused on her hips and lingered over her breasts, she blushed for a second as his eyes passed over her jaw line to her lips. She smirked and it was his turn to blush, he laughed inwardly and turned to the woman at the desk.

"Um, Linda, is there anywhere near by we can get…less fashionable attire" Finn smiled charmingly to the woman in front of him.

"Well, the gift shop on the lower level has some clothes."

"Oh thank you." Finn said quickly heading towards the elevator, room key in hand.

"But it closes in…three minutes!" shouted after them. Finn heard her and changed to warp speed, he grabbed Rory's hand to make sure she stayed near him.

They reached the gift shop just in time and in it they found sweatshirts, t-shirts, sweatpants, shorts and caps galore all plastered with the infamous 'I heart NY' logo. Rory smiled brightly.

"Candy!" She said like four year-old and ran to grab as many sour worms, gummy bears and chocolate bars as her arms could carry.

"Love, I've never seen this side of you before." Finn said smiling. He walked over to the tourist attraction that were walls of fruit of the loom products and rummaged through the sizes. He grabbed whatever he figured would fit as Rory finished paying for her little shopping spree. Rory grabbed her bags of candy as well as miscellaneous items and walked towards Finn, his hands were loaded with clothes. She out-right laughed at him, his expression was too cute. She grabbed two hats from the cubes and put one on him and herself. They turned to see each themselves in the mirror and Finn adopted her giggles.

"I'm glad that you find this amusing love. Not that I'm not having a great time as well, but I could really use a cup of coffee…" Finn sighed exasperatedly as he plopped the clothes on the counter.

"Coffee?" Rory asked raising an eyebrow questioningly.

"With a shot amaretto of course." Finn smiled as he handed his credit card to the gift shop girl to pay for their clothes as well as the hats on their heads.

"Now that's the Finn I know and love." Rory smiled as they got into the elevator.


The wedding was over and he sat the reception watching his estranged family and friends get drunk. His cell phone was permanently glued to his ear; he called Finn six times since the wedding ended with no answer and left messages every time. The missed call count on Rory's cell phone had reached double digits ten minutes ago and her voicemail box said it was full.

"Fuck!" Logan said to himself and slammed his phone to the table. He was scared, it was the oddest feeling, it felt so out of place. What was he so afraid of? Maybe she had a good reason to leave, but why was she crying? Was there something wrong, with her family? She mentioned that her grandfather had a heart attack once; it was one of the scariest moments of her life, maybe he was sick. Maybe it was something more, was he afraid he was losing her? To Finn. Logan couldn't believe it himself, something was up. It was as if she was wiped away from the world. He decided to call his apartment, if they went back to Connecticut, they would be there by now. He got the machine. He trying her mother's place and he even called Paris.

"Hello?" The familiar voice of his girlfriend's best friend and editor echoed in his ear. Just hearing her voice relieved him in away, despite their less than amicable relationship.

"Hey, uh, Paris, it's Logan. I wanted to know if you've heard from Rory, lately?" Logan usually didn't speak so awkwardly nor was he ever this nervous speaking to Paris.

"What do you mean, last I heard she was in New York at your sister's wedding…with you." Paris raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Well she seems to have left. So you haven't heard form her, there's nothing wrong?"

"I don't know, what did you do? Rory's a runner, if she left, something probably happened." Paris deadpanned, Logan's brow furrowed he muttered a quick good-bye and ran his hand through his hair. He decided to try Finn one more time.


The minute they reached the hotel room Finn dashed toward the mini bar, leaving a trail of clothes in the midst. Rory got the coffee machine going,

"A slinky, a slinky, a very wonderful toy." Rory sang to herself.

Rory sat on the couch in the common area next to Finn, who had just made a line of drinks on the table; she set a cup of coffee in front of him while she took a sip of her own. Rory sighed and leaned back in pure bliss wrapped up in the warmth of sweet ambrosia. She grabbed a pack of sour gummy worms and tried something new. Finn had downed about three of his seven drinks, but nearly blew the forth one out

"What the hell are you doing love?"

"Experimenting…" she giggled. "Alck! Note to self sour gummy worms and coffee do not mix! I think I'm going to go change." She announced and disappeared into her room grabbing a bag of clothes on her way. The familiar tone of 'La Cucaracha' began to play and Finn realized it was his cell phone. It was Logan. He looked to Rory's closed door and walked into his room, grabbing the other bag of clothes. Finn took a deep breath and answered his phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi Finn."

"Logan, hi."

"What the fuck Finn!"

"Hey, what's with all the hostility?" Finn slurred, freshly drunk from his last three drinks.

"Don't give me that shit man. I've been calling you for the last three hours! My girlfriend disappears with some mysterious guy for no apparent reason and you're asking me why I'm hostile! What's going on Finn? Why are you with my girlfriend?" Logan whispered harshly, still sitting in the middle of the reception waiting for the latest toast to be over.

"Mate, instead of worrying why I'm with your girlfriend, maybe you should worry about why your girlfriend is with me." Logan was pissing him off. It takes two to tango, you know. Finn sighed heavily. "Listen, I don't know; you'd have to ask her." He garbled.

"Great idea, but she won't pick up her phone." Finn debated how much to tell him, where they were, what they'd been up to, he wasn't sure if he could handle it. All he knew was Rory was upset because Logan was a whore which implied that his friend had a made a stupid decision probably involving sex.

"So…what to ya think?" Rory popped into Finn's room modeling shorts that rode a little too high, a shirt that was a little too tight and a hat that was a little too big. She made a 'yo, yo, yo' pose with a puckered kisser. Finn smiled and mouthed 'I love it.'

"Pervert." She whispered and left the room wiggling her little tush on her way out. I love New York. Finn thought as he took in a sharp breath.

"Finn, what the fuck is going on? Are you with Rory or not? Was that her? Let me talk to her."

"I don't know if that would be best right now. She's not in her right state of mind. I don't want you guys making any rash decisions."

"Best? I don't think you're in the right state of mind to make that decision," Logan calmed down a bit, there was no use in being mad now, he knew he would just transfer the anger to Rory. "Finn, can I please just talk to my girlfriend?" Finn was doubtful and reluctantly walked into Rory's room where she was jumping on the bed merrily. Sucks that he's going to destroy it for her.

"Rory, I got someone on the phone for you."

"Hello?" Rory said a tad bit more breathy than she had expected. Finn watched her intently and gauged himself for her reaction.

"Hey Ace." Finn could tell that she knew who it was, her face dropped as low as it was when he first her saw her, outside the wedding. He turned to leave, he had a feeling he wouldn't want to watch this.

"Logan?" Rory noticed Finn watching her sympathetically when she took the phone but did not understand, until she heard his voice. Her stomach sank and her heart rose to her throat.

"What's going on Ace? Where are you?"

"I can't talk to you right know Logan." Rory's lower lip began to tremble. She didn't want to break down, not now, talking to him.

"What's wrong Ace?"

"I don't know maybe you should ask Miffy, Misty and Muffin." The bitterness on her voice dripped off her tongue.

"What? Rory, wait, listen to me."

"Goodbye Logan."


Lorelei sat on the couch watching a late night movie when a phone sex chat line commercial came on.

"Seriously what is the point of those things?" Lorelei wondered aloud, while switching to a DVD she had been watching earlier. "I pity the fool that gets his jollies off—hey, maybe Miss Patty would be into that. Nah, she's a classy broad." The phone rang and despite the noise form the television, she was still surprised. Luckily she had just ordered a pizza so the cordless was right there next to her.

Lorelei lied across the couch and put on her sexiest voice. "Hot sex chat line! Where the chat is always hot and the line is always sexy."

"Mom?"


natasha's note: Okay so that's the second chapter, I hope that you liked it. I'll update soon, I promise!