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Chapter 3: World War 3...Gilmore Style

~*~ Emily Gilmore Residence ~*~
~ About 5 Minutes After 7 ~

"Sorry we're late," Rory, said to Tristan getting out of the Jeep. Tristan was casually leaning on the side of his car.

"No problem." Lorelai came around the side of the car. Tristan had his hand out. Lorelai took the out stretched hand. "Good evening Lorelai Gilmore, I'm Tristan Du Grey." He brought her hand to his lips and places a light kiss.

"So I've heard. And quite the gentleman I see," Lorelai nodded to Rory. "And you're lucky you called me Lorelai because otherwise I'd have to hurt you," Lorelai warned him.

"And trust me...you don't wanna mess with her."

"I'll remember that. I guess it's a good thing Rory gave me the heads up about calling you Miss Gilmore, huh?" Tristan smiled as they made their way to the door.

"You gave him a warning?" she questioned Rory with shock. "Man, that takes the fun out of it!" Lorelai pouted. "I guess we should go in." Lorelai hesitantly rang the doorbell. Emily answered it a moment or two later. "Late as usual Lorelai." Emily chided, almost walking away without noticing Tristan. "And who is this young man?"

"Grandma, this is my friend. Tristan Du Grey."

"Du Grey? Did I hear someone say Du Grey Emily?" Richard asked coming up to the door.

"Can we come in or are we not allowed to cross the boundary line?" Lorelai asked. Emily ignored her and continued to talking, taking everyone to the parlor.

"Ah. You came to Rory's party didn't you?" Richard asked, faintly remembering their brief meeting.

"Yes sir, that was me," Tristan answered him.

"Rory this was a nice surprise bringing your friend along," Emily smiled, knowing Tristan's grandfather does business with Richard. "Young man you are always welcome here. Anytime, especially Friday night's when we all have dinner."

"Don't go picking out their China patterns mother," Lorelai warned her, seeing a certain look in her eyes. Lorelai knew that look...the matchmaking look. She recognized it from the dinner she set Lorelai up with some guy.

"What? I'm just being nice. Besides as Rory's friend, he is welcome whenever."

"Thank you Mrs. Gilmore," Tristan put on his winning charm, but as far as Emily was concerned, his last name won her over.

"Mira drinks," Emily called to her. "And bring an extra coke."

"Mom don't you mean Sarah?"

"Lorelai must we go over this again. I thought she said Mira so that's what I'll call her until she tells me otherwise," Emily explained to her.

A young blonde woman walked into the living room with a tray of drinks. She handed them out.

"Thank you Sarah," Lorelai politely mentioned throwing a glare in Emily's direction.

"Excuse me ma'am, but its Hannah," she corrected Lorelai and went back to the kitchen to finish up some dinner preparations.

"Mother!" Lorelai exclaimed in embarrassment. "That's the second time!"

"Lorelai will you keep your voice down. I'm a very busy woman, excuse me if I don't remember a few names," Emily snapped at her.

Lorelai was appalled at how her mother could do this. "So how long has Hannah been working here?"

"I'm not sure. Not really important," Emily went to change the subject.

"Hannah, could you please come out here," Lorelai called back to the kitchen.

Tristan sat kind of jaw gaping.

Rory whispered in his ear, "What's the matter?"

"Your grandmother doesn't know who works for her?" he questioned. "And the way those two go at it you'd think they were rabid dogs."

"That's nice to know Tristan. Wanna head up to my room?" Rory asked, partially knowing she set herself up for one of his sexual comebacks.

"No, I'm good," he smiled. "I wanna see who wins."

'No comments. No normal Tristan sexual flirting,' she thought. She grabbed his arm and pulled him into the hall. She continued pulling him upstairs until they entered her room.

"Hey!" he yelled. "I wanted to watch them."

"Change of plans."

Tristan glanced around the room. "I never pegged you as the teeny bopper type," he commented noticing the boy band posters.

~*~ Living Room ... Battle of Wits, Turning point in World War 3 ~*~

Hannah comes through the door.

"How long have you been working here Hannah?" Lorelai shot the question at her as soon as she entered the room.

"Almost a month. About 3 and a half weeks."

"Do you know the names of those who had this job before you?" Lorelai continued her interrogation.

"Yes. Just before me was Kira who worked her for nearly two months. Before that was Tina, who was only employed for a week. And before her Sarah," Hannah willing responded to Lorelai's inquiry.

"Thank you Hannah. That will be all." As Hannah left the room, Lorelai turned her gaze back to Emily. "Mother you've had three new employees since Sarah or as you like to call her Mira."

"Really Lorelai I don't see the point to this conversation or understand why you are concerned," Emily replied to her.

"I used to be like them. I was a maid at the Inn, a job where no one knows your name. It's nice to know that when you work in a place such as someone's home that they might remember you!" Lorelai snapped, mentally going back to those days at the Inn. None of the people staying at the Inn spoke to her by name. All she was there to do was tidy up the room.

Emily sat for a moment before speaking. "What would you like me to do then Lorelai? Hmm??"

"Since your staff changes so frequently I think they should be required to where name tags," Lorelai suggested. It was just an idea that popped out.

"Name tags Lorelai? Are you serious?"

"All in favor of name tags say 'I'," Lorelai called out. There was silence. Lorelai and Emily looked around the room for Rory and Tristan. All they found was Richard asleep in a chair.

END CHAPTER 3