Chapter 2.
"I thought we said Johnny." Louise frowned, looking at the beer in front of Rory. "Ugh! Gilmore is that light beer?"
"I could always switch to a coke." Rory answered smartly at the blonde.
"You wild woman." Louise shot back sarcastically but grinned as Rory rolled her eyes.
"I think you are wild enough for all of us, Grant."
"I like this place." Madeline interrupted, looking around the Yale pub. "A lot of blue though."
"It's Yale." Paris answered as she took a sip of her drink. "There's never enough blue."
"Hmm." Madeline said happily. "So how are you guys? What have you been up to?"
"Who have you been doing?" Louise asked, a glint in her eyes as she looked at the Yalies. "That blond is hot, Rory, and rich, too."
"How do you know that?" Rory questioned.
Louise shrugged her shoulders. "You said his last name is Huntzberger, right? Which most likely makes him grandson of Elias Huntzberger… he and my grandpa used to golf together. That family has more money than god. They make the rest of Hartford high society look like paupers. So you're hitting that, right?"
"Hitting that, Louise?" Paris asked, a snort as a derision come out as her face twisted in disgust. "Could you be more low-brow?"
Louise narrowed her eyes, giving Paris a sickly sweet smile. "Sure I could say, Rory, you're fucking him, right? Is that better, Paris?"
Madeline giggled as Rory blushed, shaking her head at the two blondes when she saw that Paris was more than ready to start ranting. "Enough of that, if we are going to hang out, a cease fire among all of us must be established."
"Boring…"
Rory gave Louise an exasperated look. "But necessary if we don't want to end up in the ER because you two got into a cat fight."
"I've learned Krav Maga." Paris said with an evil little smile.
"And I know how to pull hair with the best of them. Now stop being a stick in the mud, I just want some dirt from you two." Louise answered, amused at her old friend, chuckling when Paris rolled her eyes.
"I'm doing our newspaper editor." She said matter-of-factly, glaring at Rory when she shuddered. "And the innocent princess here like I said before is doing her usual Rory dance with her blond Lothario."
"Can we not call him that?" Rory asked with a sour look.
Paris snorted "What should we call him?"
"Well, first we shouldn't call him mine because he's not, and second can we just call him by… I don't know… his name? Logan."
"Defensive." Madeline commented at the tone. "So what's happening there?"
"Nothing." Rory shrugged. "We're friends, he teases me, we joke, and that's it. Half the time we just bug each other."
Louise looked at her doubtfully. "That's it? Nothing has happened between the two of you because he was giving you some interesting looks earlier."
Rory took a sip of her beer hoping the cool liquid would help with the flush of warmth she was feeling and was sure showed on her face. The grin Louise gave her as she studied her told her it didn't work.
"Stop!"
Louise's grin grew larger if that was possible as she watched Rory shift in her seat, downing the last of her beer and called for another one. "Ohhhh, there's a story behind those rosy red cheeks, spill."
Rory looked from Louise to Madeline and Paris who also looked at her curiously, and sighed knowing that there was no way they would drop it even if she begged. "I'm going to need something stronger for this."
"Perfect." Louise showed her pearly white and turned to the waitress that arrived at their table with an order of a bottle of tequila. "So….?"
"So…" Rory repeated. "Maybe something did almost happen between Logan and me."
"Could you be vaguer, Rory?" Paris commented, grimacing as she downed the shot of tequila that was put in front of her by Madeline.
Coughing as she took her own shot, Rory shook her head as her eyes watered. "We.. We almost slept together, okay."
"Almost?" Madeline questioned, unlike Paris and Rory, she and Louise handled the hard liquor like pros and didn't make a face. "Why almost? If I had a man that looked like that, nothing is stopping me."
"Not even your mom, dad and mom's boyfriend walking in?" Rory asked dryly, reaching for the bottle as she recalled the embarrassing event.
"What!" Louise exclaimed, disbelief covering her pretty features. "You're kidding, right?"
Rory let out a humorless laugh. "Nope."
"How?" Paris asked, bewildered herself. "When?"
"Hmm, you remember my grandparents wedding vow renewal?" Rory asked, looking at Paris and then continuing when Paris nodded. "Well, Logan and his parents were invited. We danced and I asked him why he hadn't made a move because we both knew he was interested and so was I. He said that he was and has thought about asking me several times but because I'm a commitment kind of girl and he's so the opposite of a commitment guy, he decided against it. I guess I was tired of everyone expecting that from me, everyone is so sure they know what I want when half the time I don't even know what I want. And really, I've had two boyfriends and both relationships have crashed and burned in spectacular ways, so what's wrong with having a little fun?"
Louise let out a small laugh. "Nothing at all, Maddy and I are big fans of it."
"Right!" Rory agreed, smiling. "I guess I took a page from your book then, anyway, I told him as much that I liked him and I wanted to have fun. So we snuck off to one of the dressing rooms of the place and we kissed."
"And?" Madeline asked, leaning in as she hopped in her seat, a smile taking over her face.
"And it was awesome." Rory blurted out.
"EEEE," Madeline exclaimed happily, drawing the attention of the people around them in the bar.
"Control yourself, Lynn." Paris said, her own smile negating her harsh tone. "You're acting like you've seen a Jones Brother."
"They're very cute, aren't they?" Madeline asked dreamily.
"No, not really." Paris said dryly.
"Anyway," Louise interrupted before Madeline could start defending her favorite boy band. "So, then what, Gilmore?"
"So, one kiss turned to two, and then, next thing I knew, we're in full make-out mode. His suit jacket is on the floor, his shirt is opened, his hands were under my shirt and his mouth is sucking on my neck. My hands were going for his belt and then my mother walks in, like I said, followed closely by my dad who was buzzed to hell and back and Luke my mother's boyfriend who has been more of a father to me than my own dad. They both threatened to kick Logan's ass. As you guys can imagine, it kind of spoiled the mood." Rory finished her re-telling, downing a second shot, this one going down easier.
"Damn Gilmore!" Louise gasped as she leaned against Madeline, both of them laughing. Rory shot them half-hearted glares and turned to Paris, only to find her smirking as she shook her head. "Et tu, Brute?"
Paris simply shrugged, unaffected. "You got to admit that's hilarious, Rory. God, the look on Huntzberger's face must have been priceless."
"Yeah, his awkward 'see ya' as he sprinted out the door was a hoot." Rory answered sourly.
"So what? It scared him off and that's why nothing has happened since?" Paris asked, shaking her head as Madeline poured her another drink.
"No." Rory sigh. "I'm sure, he'd be game again if I wanted to."
"So, what's the problem?" Louise questioned. "Why aren't you riding that boy for all he's worth?"
Rory blushed at the mental image. "Because he's right, I'm not really a casual sex girl, it took a lot to work up the nerve that day and it blew in my face, maybe it was a sign."
"Who says it has to be casual sex?" Paris asked.
"You said yourself, he's a Lothario." Rory pointed out, not believing that Paris would even ask.
"Yeah, but I've also seen the way he stares at you mesmerized at the paper when he thinks no one is looking. The way he goes out of his way to get your attention and how he acts like a happy puppy when you give it to him. What that man feels for you is not casual, it surely scares the crap out of him which is why he hasn't pushed the issues but it's not casual."
"And." Madeline continued where Paris left off. "No one says that casual can't turn into more. Maybe that's been your problem all along. You jump straight into a relationship… I mean, have you ever really just dated and see where it would go, Rory?"
"No." Rory conceded, thoughtful.
"Maybe you should." Madeline said kindly.
"Maybe." Louise said, another wicked smile breaking out, gesturing with her chin to something behind Paris and Rory. "Tonight is your chance."
Rory turned in her chair, spotting immediately what her friend was talking about. A group of LDB boys were at the entrance of the pub with Colin, Finn and Logan leading the pack. It didn't take long for Logan to spot them if the smirk he threw their way was anything to go by.
Turning back, she found Louise still grinning as she looked at her. "Yes, this night just got a lot more interesting."