Logan
"I think we need to talk," Luke told Lorelai as he followed her down the halls.
"I know, I know, I just…. let me try to find…" Lorelai promised, too busy on searching for her missing daughter in the middle of this wedding renewal that her parents had thrown together to think about what he was telling her. Trying the very next door, she walked in as Rory and some blonde guy jumped apart. Lorelai paused to collect herself. "Grandma wants a picture."
"Of this?" Rory practically squeaked.
"Rory, what are you doing?"
"Mom…."
"You're at your grandparents wedding…. renewal…. vow…. thing, whatever! They're right out there! God, Rory, I swear!"
"Rory?" Christopher's voice could be heard coming down the hall. Before Lorelai could stop him, he appeared in the doorway. "OK, don't, Chris, it's all right…."
Too late. Christopher's eyes had set on the blonde interloper. "What the hell are you doing in here with my daughter?" Chris asked, his chirpy voice barely masking a dangerous fury.
"I…." the blondie tried to stammer out.
"You stay away from her….. That is my daughter! I will kick your ass! I will kick your ass, you little weasel!"
"All right…." Lorelai pulled Chris away before he could go for the blonde and threw him out of the room before following him. "Get out!"
"What the hell's going on?!" Luke asked, from where he had waited for Lorelai.
"Who's that guy, Lorelai?" Chris demanded.
"Christopher, calm down! You're drunk!"
"Calm down?! There's a guy in there pawing my daughter!"
"What guy? There's a guy in there with Rory?!" Luke acted without thinking. He charged into the room; Lorelai could do nothing to stop him.
"Oh my God, Luke….." she cried, mortified as she ran after him.
"HEY! GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER; I MEAN IT! RIGHT NOW! HANDS IN THE AIR! I WANT TO SEE HANDS IN THE AIR!" Luke continued with his verbal abuse and promises to kill that hooligan even as Lorelai now threw him out of the room, too.
"Out!" the mother bellowed, slamming the door and locking it. She turned to the teenagers. "I think you'd guys better use the back way out of here," she suggested as diplomatically as she could.
"But, Dad…. Luke…." Rory yelped, indicating the raised voices of the two men just outside the door.
"I will take care of Dad and Luke," Lorelai promised. "Please go. Now!"
Rory left, leaving Lorelai to deal with her boyfriend.
"You must be Logan. I'm Lorelai," she smiled icky-poo sweetly.
"Nice to meet you," Logan helplessly, sheepishly, shrugged, even as he listened to not one, but two men – Rory's father and…. stepfather, maybe? - arguing over who would have the pleasure of burying him six feet under and dancing a jig on his grave.
"I'm gonna kill him!"
"No, I'm gonna kill him!"
"I'd better….." Logan mumbled.
"Yeah," Lorelai nodded, and Logan ducked away.
Later, Rory looked at her mother sheepishly. "Are we okay? I mean, that wasn't exactly my proudest moment."
"Aw, honey. You're the daughter of a woman who has had no end of less than proud moments. Don't worry."
"Luke was so mad."
"That's because to Luke, you are still ten years old wearing feathered angel's wings going door-to-door inviting people to a caterpillar's funeral."
Rory gawked. "Oh, now, I did that once."
"Luke is fine."
"I hope so."
