Was it the Gin?
Rory was standing at the back of the function hall. She was one of the dozen reporters covering the event tonight. She wasn't sure how her boss Hugo got her "in" but he did. Tonight was a more privet function held for the major contributors of Obama's campaign. The main part of the night was over, Obama had made his speech and several of the reporters had already left. Rory had stuck around hopping that some of the guests may get a little tipsy, and give her a scoop. She had a fantastic ability at putting people at ease. It was coming in handy.
Rory had just finished her gin martini. It was her first drink of the night and she felt she had earned it. It was well past midnight and she had spent the last forty-five minuets socializing with her fellow reporters. It was well after midnight and it didn't appear that anything more exciting was going to happen. Rory looked around the room contemplating having another martini, when to her horror, she spotted the last person on earth that she expected to see.
"Rory Gilmore, I didn't expect to see you here." Mitchum Huntzberger smiled at Rory. "Mitchum, ah hi. I wasn't expecting to see you here ether." Rory managed to put on a fake smile. She was ignoring the face of her fellow reporters who were shocked to see that she was on a first name basis with Mitchum Huntzberger. She was concentrating really hard not to let the resentment that she held for this man show on her face.
"Well you know, no rest for the wicked." Rory couldn't help but think Mitchum must never sleep then. After a long pause Mitchum asked "So, how's Logan settling with his new job?"
"I don't know." Rory kept her answer short, hopping that Mitchum would get the idea to drop it.
"Oh, I just thought that you would have spoken to him more recently than I had." Rory couldn't believe it. Here was Mitchum standing there asking about Logan as if he cared.
Rory felt it coming. She couldn't stop it. It started in the pit of her stomach and worked its way up to her throat. Her last rational thought before it came spilling forth, was it the gin?
"Since when did you ever just talk to Logan? It's not like you ever called him just to say hi, how's it going? Or gee wiz that basketball teams doing well. No you never called just to talk to you son, because if you did, you wouldn't be standing here talking to me. You would know that Logan and I have broken up. You know for some big shot newspaper guy, you don't check you facts very well." Rory was unsure why she had snapped at Mitchum. The last thing she wanted to do was make a scene in public. But she just couldn't resist yelling at Mitchum. What a nerve he had. Rory who had kept direct eye contact during the whole rant, felt tears swelling up in her eyes, before they had even formed a glassy film over her bright blue eyes she turned and made her way out of the function center. She never looked back. Just like Logan didn't look back.
Mitchum was stunned into silence. This petite brunette with fire in her eyes had just put him in his placed and then had the nerve to walk away from him. No one walked away from Mitchum Huntzberger.
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