Potential Good Company
Dean wasn't interested in more than a one night stand with Rory, much to her devastation. Deciding not to let it destroy her, she goes back to Yale and lets loose a little by spending a night with a random guy, Colin. Things get complicated, though, when she meets his friend Logan and they fall into an awkward threesome.
PS: Takes place in season five.
PS2: Plenty of sexual situations.
PS3: Bad language (I think Paris would have a dirty mouth for one).
PS4: I came to the conclusion I don't care for Dean, so some bashing ahead.
PS5: This does eventually feature a threesome. Don't like it, don't agree with it, don't read it.
Notes:
"Words" – regular conversation
'Words' – quotes and such, thoughts too
Chapter 0028: A Brief Storm
Logan groaned when he saw the name on his phone. His mother. Great.
"Hey, mom" – he greeted with a slight wince.
"Hello, son. How are you?" – she asked in her usual saccharine tone.
"All good. You?"
"Great" – she paused – "So, you are coming to a party on Friday"
"No I'm not"
"Yes, you are, and there is nothing to discuss further"
"Mom–"
"It will be a little Yale alumni party, with current Yalies to be in attendance as well. I believe your little friend Colin is invited too"
"Good to know" – at least he wouldn't be stuck with his parents the entire night.
"It will be at seven sharp – DON'T be late – at the Gilmore residence, you remember where it is, right?"
"The Gilmore–? In Hartford?" – he asked in slight shock.
"Yes. Emily and Richard?" – she was rolling her eyes, he was sure of it.
"Sure, yeah, I remember where it is"
"Good. Friday, seven o'clock. Come properly dressed, yes?"
"I think I can remember those instructions" – he answered flippantly.
"Don't be cute with me, Logan. Don't be late, or–"
"There will be hell to pay, yes, I know, mother"
"I'll see you there" – she hung up on him, and Logan was sure she was soon on her way to finishing another bottle of wine.
With quick fingers, Logan called Colin.
"Hey man"
"Hey" – the brunet replied, yawning.
"So, Shira called"
"Which's only just not as bad as Mitchum calling you"
"Exactly. So, apparently there's going to be a party at the Gilmores on Friday"
"Gilmores? As in Richard and Emily Gilmore?"
"The very ones"
"Huh. Hey, Gilmore, did you know your grandparents are throwing a party on Friday?" – Logan heard his friend ask the girl.
Oh great. He caught his friend in bed with Rory Gilmore. Just great. Awesome. Perfect.
"What?" – he heard her say.
"Logan was invited"
"And my mom said you probably were too, so be on the lookout"
"And seems I am only a phone call away from my father and I will be in too"
"Well, guess Friday night dinner's cancelled this week" – Rory said with a hint of sarcasm.
"Thanks for the heads up, man" – Colin said.
"No problem. See you guys at the pub later?"
"You'll see me, Gilmore has schoolwork"
"And newspaper stuff to go through" – she piped up.
"Yes, yes. So, I'll be there sometime later, and Gilmore will probably miss it"
"Too bad. Well, I'll let you get back to whatever"
"Thanks, see ya"
Colin did indeed show up at the pub later, though the scowl on his face was out of place. He rarely ever showed his anger so blatantly.
"Scotch" – he asked the waiter right off the bat and, okay, that wasn't a good sign.
"Everything alright, mate?" – Finn asked slowly.
"Just peachy, Finn" – was the scathing retort.
"Well, excuse me" – the Aussie mumbled into his beer and Colin sighed.
"Fine, I'm sorry. I just got off the phone with my father"
"Ah" – Logan eloquently said.
"I am invited to the Gilmores on Friday, by the way" – he told his blond friend – "You can tag along, Finn, if you want"
"Alright. Wait, where are going?"
"Gilmore's grandparents are throwing some kind of Yale alumni party on Friday"
"I'm not sure I want to go to something like that"
"You and me both"
"So, what else happened with Andrew?" – Logan interrupted.
"Nothing much, he just wants me to know I am to apply myself" – he said sarcastically – "because after this it's off to Law School"
"Ouch, seriously?" – Logan was barely surviving four years of higher education, he didn't know how his friend would stand another few. Thank God his father wasn't making him get another degree before kicking him to work for the company.
"Yeap. He's courting Harvard for me, but Yale is not out of the race just yet"
"Plus every other Law School in the country and beyond" – Finn mused, eyes sharp for once, despite the alcohol in his system.
"Nope. It's either Harvard or Yale, father thinks I get into enough trouble in New Haven as is, he thinks anywhere else might be way too wild for me"
"Too wild?"
"As in, he'd never allow me to go to Columbia, for instance"
"I can see why Andrew wouldn't allow that to happen" – Logan agreed, cringing a little.
"Yeah. So in a few short years, I am going to be a full douchebag lawyer just like my pop" – Colin said bitterly, and downed the scotch the waiter had just put in front of him. He signaled the man to keep them coming – "Might as well drink like him, huh?"
"Take it easy, man" – Logan tried to appease him. Looking sideways, Finn looked concerned, and a worried Finn? Nope, not a good image.
"I wonder if I can go to Law School, pass the bar and high tail it out of this fucking coast, even the country"
"You have some years to figure this out, mate" – Finn commented lightly.
"I guess. Jesus, I don't know why he even gives a shit"
"Here's to fathers. May we one day be rid of them" – Logan proposed, raising his beer. Finn followed suit and Colin poured himself out of the bottle their waiter quickly brought, and put his glass to theirs.
"And may we never need to resort to hiring a hitman" – he said, dry, bitter and everything in between.
By the time Colin reached about a third of the scotch bottle, Finn snatched it and declared the night over, even as his friend tried feebly to reach for it. Logan helped Colin to his feet as they walked out of the pub.
"He's such an asshole!" – the brunet wailed unhappily.
"That he is, man" – Logan agreed, struggling to keep him upright.
"I fucking hate him sometimes, you know?"
"Do I ever"
"And the worst part is that I wanna be a lawyer, you know?"
"I know, man, I know"
"But I wanna be legendary, not just draw up pre–nups for quick and dry, one month long marriages!"
"You will be legendary, mate, don't worry" – Finn said, helping Logan.
"But I won't be! I'm a McCrae! We're the rich for the law" – he frowned – "We're the lawyers for the rich!" – he corrected triumphantly.
"It's not that bad!" – Logan tried.
"No, I could be in line to head a media conglomerate" – Colin got in Logan's face with a serious expression – "No offense, man, but that sounds boring as shit" – the blond shoved him away but laughed.
"Can't argue you with that one"
"And hotels!" – he exclaimed at Finn – "Working with people on vacation? Fuck that!" – Finn grinned.
"Don't forget the cheating spouses, mate"
"I bet all my future clients will be your guests!" – Colin then seemed to become a little depressed – "I hate this" – he said quietly.
"So do we, man"
"Think Gilmore will be too angry if I go there now?"
"If Ace doesn't hit you, Paris will definitely cut off a limb"
"She's so mean"
"Paris?"
"Of course, Gilmore's way too nice. Except sometimes" – Logan didn't want to know about their sex life, seriously. He didn't.
"Do tell" – Finn predictably asked, smirking.
"Sometimes she'll ride me so hard I think she's trying to break my back" – Colin said then laughed – "You'd never think she's so fucking wide. Wide. Wild!"
"Girls who look innocent are usually the best in bed" – the Aussie mused.
"Amen to that, and Gilmore is the best. She's great" – he groaned – "I need sleepy"
"We're almost there, man, hang on"
With some difficulty, Finn and Logan finally managed to get to the dorm and dump Colin in his bed. He was already sound asleep as soon as he hit the pillow.
"Andrew is such a dickhead" – Finn commented, throwing himself on the couch in the common room.
"No more different than out fathers"
"I suppose. But Colin will be alone for Law School"
"We'll all be alone, Finn" – Logan bitterly said. And they would, him wherever Mitchum decided would be the best starting point for his illustrious Huntzberger Group career, Finn would probably return to Australia, and Colin would be in Harvard or Yale.
Fuck, that was way too depressing a thought after a night at the pub. Or for any moment, in reality. No, Logan was determined to party his last few moments of peace away, and screw the future. He'd have more than enough time to die inside for years to come, no need to anticipate it. Finn was clearly in on it, now if only Colin would get with the program...
Other than screwing Rory Gilmore. He was definitely enjoying himself before going off to Law School and who knows if he'd get to have a girl like Rory there. And then marriage – Andrew was terrible at being a husband, but he sure liked being a groom, and Logan had no doubt he'd make Colin be one as soon as possible, so Colin better enjoy his regular, apparently good sex now.
... Logan needed to get laid. He still kept picturing himself and Rory, and that was shitty. She was Colin's. C'mon.
Next up- The meat market.
