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Chapter 10- Because You're so Smooth

-One Month Ago-

The bell above the diner rang as Lorelai walked in. It was the first Friday of the New Year. Friday, of course, meant Friday night dinner.

"Coffee in a vat," she spoke dully as she took a seat at the center stool at the counter.

"Not a good dinner?" Luke asked, knowingly from behind the counter.

"With Emily playing Love Connection, well you can make that connection," she sighed.

"She set you up?" he asked.

"Yes, again," she said as she rested her elbows on the counter and rested her head on her hands.

"Wow," he said.

"First it was Chase, the vampire guy. That was two years ago. Today it was Phillip, the I-Am-So Boring-I'll-Make-You-Want-To-Poke-An-Eye-Out guy."

"Tough night," he poured coffee into a cup for her.

"So naturally, I tell her to stop setting me up especially in front of Rory. Instead, she turned around and threw it in my face that I could have been happily married right now to Christopher. I told her that it wouldn't have worked out and then she started." In her best Emily voice, she imitated, "'Oh Lorelai for god's sake, you are 34 years old with no husband, no boyfriend, working at an inn all day. You should be ashamed of yourself.' Well at least I'm not divorce and fat."

"Fat?" he questioned with one raised eyebrow.

"Give me a break," she took a sip of her coffee.

"Ok, fine carry on," he picked up his rag and started to wipe down the counter in front of him.

"My mother thinks I am pathetic. She wants me to get married. I don't want to right now! And what's wrong with running an inn? I get to plan weddings and parties, how is that different than being the corporate wife that she is? The summary of night is that I am 34, with a daughter, not married, no prospects, and I run an inn. Life's great, isn't it?" She drained the rest of her coffee. "Got anything stronger than coffee?" she lifted her head up and asked.

"It's a diner. Taylor won't allow alcohol in an establishment like this without a license. I do have beer upstairs," he offered.

"That'll do…for now," she got up and walked towards the curtain to head upstairs. "Coming?"

"Ok, fine." Luke shut the lights and led her upstairs.

"Where's Jess?" She asked as she sat down on the couch.

Luke was by the fridge where he was pushing things inside aside to pull out a 12 pack of beer. "Surprisingly, his mother called so he's with her for the weekend. He'll be back before tomorrow night," he told her.

"It's good his mom called him."

"Yeah at least we are hearing from her," he said as he opened the bottle of beer and handed it to her.

She took a long swig. "That's good," she pointed out.

-X-

-1.5 hours later-

"We need more," Lorelai whined. Luke and Lorelai were both sitting on the couch. Luke had his feet up on the coffee table and Lorelai had her feet tuck under her, almost sitting on her knees while leaning on Luke for support.

"I had 12 bottles! Where did they all go?" Luke asked her.

"Well, I had 9 and you had 10, so guess that's 12," Lorelai deduced while holding up her 8 fingers on her hands to show him his math.

"You," he pointed at her, "you're right," Luke agreed while patting her twice on her thigh closest to him.

"So where do we go to get more?" she asked him, sliding her legs out from under her so she was sitting somewhat properly on the couch now.

"Bar?" He suggested.

"We are too drunk to drive," she concluded.

"We have to think."

"Oh, then think. I'll wait. Don't take too long, I may start to sober up."

Luke nodded as silence fell between them. A minute passed before Luke said, "Hmm, maybe we can fly to the bar."

"We don't have wings," Lorelai pointed out.

"Well, ostriches have wings. And they can't fly. So, if we don't have wings maybe we can fly."

"But how?"

"I don't know, jump out the window?" Luke suggested.

"I may be drunk, but I am not that drunk," Lorelai told him.

"Oh, then we need another plan," he said.

"Why can't you have more liquor around?"

"Because I live with my teenaged nephew."

"Something tells me that even before then you didn't have anything besides beer."

"Hey, I like beer and you just drank all my beer!" Luke pointed out while reaching out and pressing a finger to her nose quickly.

"No, you let me drink all your beer. It was good beer," Lorelai copied his actions.

"A cab!" he suddenly exclaimed.

"What?" Lorelai pulled her hand away from his face.

"We can call a cab!" Luke explained to her.

"Good thinking, Butch," she gave him a slap on the arm.

"Shut up, Sissy and don't hit me," he rubbed the spot on the arm she had assaulted.

"Call the cab place-thingy," she demanded.

"No, you call," he said.

"No, you," Lorelai countered.

"Why should I call?" Luke argued.

"Because…"

"Ha! Not a good reason."

"Ok then, why should I call?"

"Well for one you could flirt with anyone and get a lower price, plus it was my idea so you should have to call to make it fair," he pointed out for her.

"Well you do have a mighty fine point. I'll call," she agreed.

-X-

-Bar-

"I am way past drunk," Luke slurred. They had ended up somewhere in Hartford as it never occurred to them to go to KC's that was a short walk right in town. The two barely sat on stools at bar where Lorelai had insisted on doing some shots at first. Luke was able to talk her into some strong drinks instead.

"Why did we get drunk?" Lorelai suddenly asked.

"I don't know," Luke said with a sigh, placing his now empty glass down on the bar top.

"I don't remember," she admitted. "Oh well, who cares? Another round?" She offered.

"Sure."

"Hey, you, guy with the liquor who is also my new best friend, another round please and thank you," she called to the bartender.

Luke stared at her with amazement in his eyes. "You know you are very sexy, just sitting there?" Luke put his hand on her thigh.

Taken back slightly, a smile rose across her lips and she asked, "Are you hitting on me?"

"I might be," he said, not breaking his eye contact.

"I believe you are," she told him as the bartender placed their drinks in front of them.

"Then, I am," he replied as he picked up the glass and took a sip. His hand now rubbing little circles on her thigh.

"Smooth," she said as she also took a sip of her drink.

"Is it working?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Maybe," she flirted back by twirling her hair. "Ok fine, it is working. Now Luke, tell me what works for you?" she placed her hand on top of his, turned it around so his palm was facing up. She lighted raked her finger nails back and forth his palm.

"Hmm," he moaned. "You," he answered as he fingers closed around her hand.

"Once again, smooth," she giggled.

"I try," he admitted. "Is it working?"

"It sure is," she assured him, leaning in closer to him.

He took her cue and leaned in. "Great, it is working for me too," he whispered.

"Drunk Luke is very chatty," Lorelai pointed out and then leaned away.

"Really, are you having the fun you wanted?" he asked her, changing from his flirtation tone to a more causal one.

She took a gulp of her drink before she said, "Hey, do you hear me complaining?"

"Good."

"Oh, I just remembered why I'm here and why we are drunk," she randomly said.

"Really, why?" Luke cocked his head to side trying to remember.

"I'm not married," she sighed.

"Why is that a problem? I like the fact that you are not married," he said and then finished off his drink.

"Emily Gilmore."

"I can help solve that," he offered while he signaled the bartender for another drink.

"How? I need to find a husband. That requires a man which I am fresh out of."

"Hello, I am a man," he pointed to himself.

"So?"

"I am a man," He stressed more, but her face remained puzzled. "I AM A MAN! What don't you get?" he grew frustrated.

"I'm drunk and there are two of you. Oh, I know! I can marry you!" she excitingly shared her solution.

"DUH! I've been trying to explain that to you for the last million minutes!"

"Why didn't you say so?" she asked.

"DOH!" He slapped a hand to his forehead.

"What?"

"I did tell you."

Her forehead furrowed, "Really when?"

"Wait, did I?" He doubted himself as the conversation and the alcohol mix clouded his mind.

"I don't know. Anyway, let's get married," she stated.

"Where?" He asked.

"I saw a chapel down the street. Is this fate or what?" She excitedly bounced off her seat and began to gather her things.

"No, actually it is because I'm so smooth," he told her has he began to put his coat on.

"That you are. Come on. Let's go to get hitched."

-X-

They had walked down a small aisle and promised to take care of each other. With the simple signing of papers, they were husband and wife.

-Cab-

"So, we are married now. You know what that means?" Lorelai hinted to Luke.

"Do we join bank accounts, change last names?" Luke guessed.

"No, no, no silly. I never knew my husband could be so dumb," she told him as she playfully poked at the middle of his forehead.

"What do you mean?" Luke asked, drunk and confused.

"I'll give you a clue, Mr. Gilmore. You do it mostly at night," she moved closer to him placing a hand on her chest.

"Is it couples bowling, Mrs. Danes?" he put an arm around her.

"No, let me give you another, much better clue," she whispered and blew into his ear then kissed his cheek.

"Oh, I get it. We can go fishing or go camping-" she cut him off.

"Luke, shut up," she said before she kissed him square and hard on the mouth.

-X-

They stumbled upstairs to the apartment above the diner. At the same time, ripping each other's clothes off step by step. First to go where their coats, followed by Luke's shirt then Lorelai's sweater. The door pushed violently open, banging against the wall. Luke pushed Lorelai against the door, claiming her lips with his. Her moans urged him to continued as he grinded against her hip. She reciprocated back. He broke away about from her lips, trailing his lips to her cheek and down to her neck. Lorelai's hands tangled in his hair, the baseball cap knocked away somewhere on their way up to the apartment. Pulling away from the door, Luke kissed and held on to Lorelai as he reached out one hand to shut the door. He pulled away and looked into her eyes. There was no doubt in the connection between them, the heat in her eyes matching the one she saw in his. He lifted her up and Lorelai's leg wrapped around his hips. He kissed her again, and clumsily carried her over to the bed. She giggled and moaned in satisfaction as they both collapsed on to the bed.

-X-

-Next Morning-

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Lorelai screamed wrapping the bedsheet around her, breaking away from the embrace she was enveloped in.

"Urghhhhhhhh," her scream woke up the man resulting in him echoing her scream in form of a grunt. "What the hell?! Why are you so loud?" he grumbled.

"Look at us!" Lorelai exclaimed, causing him to sit up in bed, suddenly aware that he wasn't dressed.

"I, a, I don't remember anything," he stammered when he noticed Lorelai too wasn't dressed.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious."

"I'm sure nothing happened," he brushed off.

"Nothing happened?! Luke, we are both sitting in your bed with absolutely no clothes on!"

-X-

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