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Just a Chick Thing

Logan smirked and shook his head at Finn. "It's a drinking game," he told her. "You in?"

Rory bit her bottom lip, millions of thoughts running through her mind. She closed her eyes and nodded, "I'm in."

Rory didn't miss the huge grin on Steph's face when she sat down on the deck. She glared over at her friend, being careful not to let her attention turn to Finn at all.

"So, how do we play?" she asked, wanting to distract Steph before she started making inappropriate gestures, which Rory was sure would start coming any minute.

Logan smirked and handed her a glass, filling it halfway with Vodka. "It's a game of chance."

"Each person takes a turn and has to pick up one card, laying it face up on the deck," Colin interjected. "If the card is black you have to take a drink."

"But, love, the beauty of the game is that if the card is red, you pick someone to drink," Finn told her, grinning wildly. He then pointed over at Colin, winking at him. "I know who I'm picking already."

"So does everyone, Tracy," Paris threw in making Rory laugh.

"Spencer Tracy…My idol," he said, holding a hand over his heart.

"So that's the game?" Rory asked, her fingers dancing over the rim of her glass.

Logan shook his head. "You can't believe we'd play such a boring game?" he asked.

"Well, I don't know. I've only known you for a couple of hours."

"And here I thought our connection ran much deeper than that, love," Finn told her pouting and taking a sip from his drink.

"Morgan! Stop wasting the supplies!" Colin shouted, leaning over and smacking Finn's glass away from his mouth.

"I can't help it! It's just so tempting!"

Logan held a hand out, cutting Colin off from what he was about to say. "Now that the entertainment portion of the afternoon is over…"

"Maybe we could start playing?" Paris asked.

"I never thought I'd see the day where Paris Gellar wanted to play a drinking game," Steph said, giggling at the vexed expression of Paris's face.

"Calm yourself down, France," Finn told her sagely but Paris only bristled more at his nickname.

Rory laughed, leaning over to Logan and laying a hand on his shoulder. "What's the object of the game?" she whispered, not paying attention to their friends who were still arguing.

Logan smirked. "If you pick up a red Ace then everyone has to take a drink and you get to pick someone who has to drink the rest of theirs."

"Please pick me, love," Finn suddenly cut in and Rory jumped, turning around to see that he'd scooted until he was sitting right in front of them. "Sorry for eavesdropping, you can punish me later…"

She ducked her head, feeling her cheeks flame up at the implications behind his words. "So you want to get the red Ace?" she asked Logan.

"Or the black one," he continued.

"The big bad black Ace," Finn whispered, his voice dropping eerily.

"What happens then?" Rory asked.

Logan shrugged his shoulders and lifted his drink. "You have to finish your drink."

Rory felt her eyes widen as she looked down at the size of the drink. She sent a silent pray out that she wouldn't turn over the black Ace. She looked over at Finn who was almost drooling over the drink and she couldn't stop from laughing as she realized he was probably praying for the exact opposite.

"Are you three finished over there?" Colin yelled and Rory scurried back to her place.

"Don't get your panties in a twist, McCrea," Finn told him, patting him on the shoulder as he walked by.

"Don't sleep with your eyes closed tonight, Morgan," Colin warned and everyone laughed.

"Alright, alright!" Logan let his voice carry out over everyone. "As per my lovely Paris's request…Let's play!"

"I'm not your anything!" she told him stubbornly.

Logan said nothing and so she huffed, folding her arms in front of her chest. Logan grinned and then leaned forward, grabbing a card and turning it over.

"Three of diamonds…" he said as he laid out the card.

Finn immediately turned to Logan, his face contorted into that of a sad puppy dog. "Come on, mate, I'm your best friend…"

Logan laughed but then turned to Paris. "I believe you look a little parched, Paris."

She glared at him but reach for her glass anyway. "Parched my ass," she grumbled as she took a sip, coughing almost immediately.

Rory swallowed, imagining the feeling of the burning alcohol. "Can't we dilute the drink with something?" she asked hopefully.

"Blasphemy!" Finn cried looking outraged at her idea.

"Where's the fun in that?" Logan asked her, still grinning over at Paris as she spluttered.

Rory sighed, leaning back onto her hands. "No hangover tomorrow morning?" she told them.

"Come on Rory!" Steph cajoled. "Live a little."

Rory grumbled, but refrained from saying anything else. She redirected her attention to Paris. "I guess it's your turn to pick now, right?"

"We could play like that," Logan said and motioned for Paris to pick a card.

She glared at him. "You should be more worried, Blondie. If I get the right card, you're going down!"

Paris reached over, her hand hovering over a card for a moment before she quickly flipped it over.

"Ten of spades…" she whispered, glaring at Logan when he let out a loud laugh.

"Drink up Paris!" Steph told her, her eyes shining with mirth.

"Stupid rigged game," she once again muttered before taking another sip of her drink, this time not coughing as much. "Do I have to pick again?" she asked after she put her glass back down.

"No," Logan told, still looking beyond amused. "The person next to you…"

Stephanie smiled and eagerly reached forward. She picked up the card closest to her. "Eight of spades," she told them, flashing her card around before lying it back down. She grabbed her cup and brought it her lips, taking a sip and then putting it back down.

"Well, the girl can hold her liquor," Colin announced, smiling appreciatively at Steph.

"Among other things," Steph whispered at him, a flirty smile spreading onto her face.

Colin looked at her for a moment with a raised eyebrow. He broke out into a smug grin as he reached down and grabbed a card off the deck. "Joker…" he told them but then a frown covered his face. "Wait a minute…what happens now?"

Everyone turned to Logan who looked like he was deep in thought. "Well…maybe we make up our own rule."

Finn immediately reached for his drink and took a large sip. "Someone volunteers to take a drink," he told them, smiling contentedly.

"Or we could just call it the 'Finn' card…" Colin muttered tossing the card back down.

"I'd be honoured," Finn said reverently. "My turn!" he announced and then eagerly picked up a card. "Two of clubs!" he yelled and Rory winced as the sound assaulted her ear.

"Is he sane?" Paris asked, leaning over closer to Logan, keeping one eye on Finn as he greedily took another drink from his glass.

Logan laughed. "You should be asking his therapist," he told her.

"Oh God," she muttered, sending a weird look over at Finn.

"Your turn now, kitten," Finn told Rory and she gulped nervously.

Rory leaned forward, grabbing a random card to her right and turning it over. "Oh you've got to be kidding me!" she cried.

"Ladies and gentleman!" Finn called and grabbed her hand, raising it up so everyone could see. "We've got ourselves a red Ace!"

Logan grinned and raised his drink into the air. "Cheers everyone!" he said and everyone raised their drinks to.

Rory coughed at the burning from the alcohol running down her throat. She'd never craved water so much as she did at that moment.

Finn laughed at the look on her face and took her glass, putting it back down. "You okay, love?" he asked, rubbing his hand on her back.

Rory froze as she felt his hand, the contact was like electricity. "Umm…yeah…" she breathed.

"You get to pick someone to finish their drink," Logan reminded her and Rory couldn't stop the grin from spreading onto her face.

"Really?" she asked, a mischievous twinkle shining in her eyes.

"Oh, please love!" Finn cried and latched onto her arm. "I'll be your best friend!"

She frowned at him, biting her lip. "I'm not sure…" she teased. "I don't know if your liver can handle it."

"Don't have one!" he announced proudly, jutting out his chest.

"Yes you do, you idiot," Colin told him, rolling his eyes.

"Really?" Finn asked, his hands feeling around his stomach. "I would have thought I'd killed it by now…"

Rory laughed and then nodded. "Fine Finn," she told him and motioned over at his drink. "Finish it off."

"Bless you," he told her, kissing her cheek before throwing back his drink.

"You two want some privacy?" Stephanie asked, an innocent smile on her face when Rory glared at her.

Finn looked over at the blonde and then at Rory, who was slowly trying to hide behind a curtain of her long, brown hair. He grinned and slung his arm around her shoulders, tugging her closer. "I wouldn't object," he told them. "Not in a million years," he whispered into Rory's ear, his breath hot against her neck.

"Right…so umm…" Rory stammered, tucking her hair behind her ear as she turned to Logan. "Your turn, again."

Logan smirked but didn't say anything, to which Rory was more than grateful. He turned over his card and took a drink instantly. "King of spades."

This kept on until it came back to Rory. She wasn't sure she wanted to pick another card, so far everyone had alternated colours. Paris had gotten red and aggressively shoved Logan's drink towards him. Steph had gotten black again and merely winked at Colin as she took a healthy sip. Then Colin himself had gotten red and had chosen Finn, only to make the Aussie stop looking at him. Finn had gotten a black card and kissed it exuberantly before filling his glass back up and taking another drink.

Though the pattern would suggest that Rory would turn over a red card and would get to choose someone to take a drink…well she wasn't putting that much faith in her own luck.

"What are you doing?" Steph asked as they all watched Rory stare at each card carefully.

"She has x-ray vision!" Finn cried and then wrapped his arms around his chest protectively. "I feel so violated…"

Rory glared at him playfully before finally reaching down and turning over a card. "No!" she shrieked when she saw the black Ace staring back at her.

Everyone broke out into loud laughter; tears were actually streaming down Stephanie's cheeks as she rested against Colin's shoulder. Rory frowned at them all, cursing herself for turning over that card.

"Look's like someone's going to be a little drunk tonight!" Finn said in a singsong voice.

"Your favourite kind of girl," Colin told him dryly to which he received a smack from Steph who had almost pulled herself together.

"I wouldn't talk, McCrae," Finn told him and then turned to Rory, picking up the glass she was staring at with distaste. "Bottoms up, love."

She scrunched her face up, closed her eyes and brought the glass to her lips. "I hate you guys," she muttered before quickly swallowing. She groaned as she felt like her throat had burst into flames and fluttered her hands around her, wincing at the taste of the alcohol.

They all watched in pure amusement, staying silent until she had returned her empty glass to the deck of the boat and opened her eyes once again. And in unison they all erupted into grins and cheers, Logan clapping her on the back and Steph giggling like mad, to which Rory thought she must already be tipsy.

Rory smiled before she could stop herself, the burning was gone now but she could feel the effects of the large drink already. She could have told you before they even started playing this game that it wouldn't take much to get her tipsy.

"I've never been more proud before," Finn wept and threw his arms around her, hugging her dramatically.

Rory laughed and rested her head in the crook of his neck. She breathed in the scent that hung off of him, a mixture of expensive aftershave and salt water. It was strangely appealing. She couldn't ignore the tingle shooting through her and the giddy feeling that erupted inside her at being enveloped in his strong arms.

"Umm…ahem!"

The two of them instantly broke apart from each other, Finn with a smug grin on his face and Rory turning red from her forehead to her neck. She spared at quick glance at Stephanie, just in time to see her and Paris exchange a knowing look.

Luckily though, Logan seemed to catch onto her discomfort and he reached for a card, continuing the game. Rory was barely paying attention though, all she could concentrate on was the butterflies in her stomach and the way Finn's smile sent her heart fluttering.

She couldn't deny that she'd been physically attracted to him since the moment she saw him. Hell any woman with eyes would be but was it something more than that?

Was this the summer fling her mother had been talking about before she left?

Rory looked over at Finn, watching as he laughed, teasing Colin and loudly proclaiming his love of alcohol. She smiled, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. If this was what a summer fling felt like…she didn't think it would be so bad…

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A/N: Okay…I know you probably all hate me right now because it took me like forever to update this. I'm really sorry and I wish I had a great excuse but…I've mostly been focussing all my attention on my new story and so this one has kind of taken a back burner position.

But! I have gotten an idea for the next chapter and so I'm hoping it won't take so long again!

And this chapter would have been up sooner but for some reason would load on my computer and so I had to wait awhile…

Thanks to everyone who reviewed, you guys are so amazing! Thanks!

Hugs and Kisses,-Ella