Disclaimer: I own Lori and everything she stands for, everything else belongs to the creators.
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A high pitched ringing noise filled the air of Lori's bedroom.
Grumbling, she lifted her hand to smack the snooze button on the annoying alarm clock. Bringing her arm back down to the warmth of her bed, she proceeds to fall back asleep.
In her sleep she feels the end of the bed near her feet sag downward with added weight.
"Rise and shine daughter of mine!" Rory rhymes to Lori's seemingly life less form.
"Die." She tells her mother, a frown appearing on her once peaceful face.
"Now that wasn't very nice. I have about seventy more years left in me so you're gonna have to put up with me for a very long time." Rory tells her.
"Die twice." Lori said to her overly perky mother while she pulled the blankets over her head, shutting out the evil light seeping through the windows.
Rory gets off the bed and walks to where Lori's head is, grabbing the sheets with her hands; she yanks them off the bed, pulling them from her daughter's grasp.
Lori grumbles something and wraps her arms around her upper torso desperately trying to keep the warm in, not opening her eyes.
"Cold." She says.
"I know honey. But the sooner you get up the sooner you have coffee and a hot shower. And the sooner that happens the sooner we get your bride's maid dress fitted, and after we can help your Gram with other fun wedding stuff." Rory said to her ticked off daughter, while at the same with shaking her say she mumbles some more.
Sighing, Lori opened her eyes and slowly sat up. While squinting her blue eyes to adjust to the light, she pulled a thin hair tie off her wrist and used in attempt tame her wild black hair.
Getting off the bed and looking at her wide awake mother she rolled her eyes and said "Why are you up so earlier? You never wake up this early, much less this happy. What happened, did you get lucky last night after I fell asleep?"
"No. And you do realize that if Luke hears his angel talking like that he will blame your Grandmother." She said to her daughter who was now walking into the bathroom.
"And Gram will just blame you saying that you should have never let her watch me while you went off to Yale. And that it took years off her life because I never went to sleep." She said through the closed bathroom door.
"You always say that." Rory told her standing next to the door.
"And it's always true." Lori told as she took off her clothes and turned on the water; clicking on her "The Clash" CD.
"What are you doing in there?" she shouted to Lori over the music.
"You can't be serious?" said her daughter while rolled her eyes at hearing the question.
"All right then, hurry up, we have a busy day and you know your grandmother gets cranky when you leave her sitting in the living room alone for to long."
"I'll be ten minutes." She said taking the shampoo bottle and shaking it until the soap at the bottom came to the nozzle.
"As was your conception." Rory told her before walking out of her daughter's room and downstairs to Lorelai who was shouting about being alone and unloved.
-At the Bridal Shop-
After swinging by Luke's to pick up April the four girls arrived at the shop and Lori and April were getting fitted by a woman with poorly dyed blond hair, way too much lip color and had a pack-and-a-half-a-day cough. She was wearing old jeans and a puke colored green shirt with an old apron on over it.
When the woman turned her back April looked over at Lori who was trying to pick up her dress that was two sizes too long for her.
April gave her a wide eyed look and did a pretend cigarette to her mouth. Lori widened her own eyes and nodded her head before returning to her dress problem, something Lorelai was not happy with.
Lorelai had spent the first ten minutes arguing with the woman over the fact that the dress was too long to even properly fit a professional basketball player, let alone a ten year old.
"It was a strapless red dress with sparkles going down the left side and a embroidered coffee cup on the left side of her stomach, requested by Lorelai of course. It wasn't on of those drop dead ugly bride's maid's dresses you normally saw. This one was tolerable.
When woman came back she had some pinking shears and a pack of 'Marlboros' sticking out of her back pocket.
Once she re-measured Lori she began to cut the fabric while Rory watched from a distance through her fingers in fear the woman's hands would be shaky from smoking and cut into her daughter's skin.
"Why couldn't you just let me make the dress?" Lorelai whispered into her ear from her spot a few feet away. "I was going to but you said, 'No mom, it's your wedding you shouldn't have to make your own dresses, let's get a professional'; that went to hell. And let me tell you, if that dress isn't fixed before the little hand is on the 'S' and the big hand is on the 'OON' I will strangle her with her own tongue."
"If she cuts my kid I'm right there with yah." Rory said to her in a whisper.
"This dress better be perfect after all the money I have to pay for the tailoring." She said crossing her arms over her chest, not moving her eyes from the lady with the shape object kneeling by her granddaughter.
"Maybe you should make your own dress mom. I mean, if she can screw up Lori's dress like this, who knows what she can do to a wedding gown?" The middle Gilmore girl said to her mother.
"Thank you. This is exactly what I was trying to prevent. I mean this woman doesn't know how to sew a note let alone a dress. After Lori's, April's and your dresses are done all three of you can eat ice cream while watching me make my wedding dress, while at the same time bragging to my face that I have to look perfect for the big day and can't eat any ice cream." Lorelai said both of their eyes glued to the woman still cutting the length of the dress.
"We would never do that, maybe with fries, but never ice cream, we're way to nice for that." Rory informed her mother.
"Well it's nice to know I'm loved." Lorelai said before the lip stick lady came over to give her the bill.
"That'll be two hundred and fifty dollars." She said in a nasally voice, Lorelai spotting a tongue piercing in the center of her pink tongue.
"What?! Two hundred and fifty dollars for a mistake you made?" she screamed at the woman.
"Read the sign sweetie." She told them before scrunching up her nose, snatching Lorelai's credit card from her hand and walking over to the counter.
Rory and Lorelai looked at the sign hanging in above the front desk.
'Peggy's is not held responsible for any sizing problems. All changing for sizing will be charged to our account. If you have an issue with this, get out.' It read.
"Well that's great business." Rory whispered to her mother.
"And let me say this, if Lori ever pierces her tongue there will be hell to pay." Lorelai said shivering at the thought.
"That would be Jess's rebellious genes rearing their ugly head, because it should wouldn't be mine." She said looking over to the dressing room where Lori was changing behind the curtain.
"True, although they might be mine…" Lorelai said slyly.
-At Luke's-
"I swear to god Luke, she had it out for me. Now, be a good husband to-be and go over there and kick her ass." Lorelai shouted to Luke while he took everyone's order.
"Peggy did not have it out for you. She's just… misunderstood." He told her.
"That's a joke, the only reason she needed that money so she could buy more of those cancer sticks!" she told him.
"Well then let the woman be, she has a problem, and I don't need my fiancé getting thrown in jail for beating up a seamstress." He told Lorelai.
"I can see the cover now, 'Mother/Grandmother/ fiancé suspected for the mysterious disappearance of beloved Peggy Slatsworth.'" Lori said, putting her hands up for dramatic effect.
"Beloved? Ha! That's a joke, that woman was probably never laid a day in her life." Lorelai said, causing Luke to shout at her.
"Hey! Kid over here!" he pointed to Lori.
"It's okay Luke; I'm very worldly now; Gram has made sure of that." She said with one of her father's smirks.
"Lorelai!" Luke shouted at her.
"What I did nothing! That kid must be listening in on my phone calls." She replied.
"Sure…So, where's Rory?" Luke said swiftly changing the subject.
"She didn't come in fear of running into you know who." Lorelai said pointing upstairs.
"Ohh." Was all he said. He had guessed something happened between them from the way Jess had taken out his anger on him yesterday.
Speaking of the devil, Jess came thudding down the stairs at that moment wearing his Metallica T-shirt his hair mused back.
Looking around the diner he saw them all looking back at him, but his eyes landed on Lori who was staring strait at him with a very pissed look, coffee in her hand.
Setting the cup down and standing up she walked over to the man she now knew was her father; the whole diner getting quieter wit each step she took.
"I need to talk to you, upstairs", she added looking around at the wide eyed people of the town who were trying prying into their lives.
"What?" He asked.
"You hear me." She said giving him an icy stare.
"Sure…umm lets… talk." He said hesitantly
Jess pulled back the curtain for her and let her go first up the stairs her nose held high. He followed her, letting the sheet fall behind him as did.
"Dun, dun, dun." Lorelai said cupping her hand like a microphone, causing Luke to shoot her a look before tending to the customers.