A/N: Sorry for the tease but this isn't going to be a full chapter update, more a background info, exciting (hopefully) news update.
Years ago, I had toyed with a minor rewrite/finally finishing this thing but then life got in the way so I stopped posting. However, I did continue sporadically writing throughout the years. As I was nearing finishing an initial draft of the last chapters, I went back to read my first few chapters and found them... outdated. So, I did a major rewrite/expanded most of those. But I felt it was only fair to not post anything until I finished a draft of all the chapters... which I finally did!
Most chapters have been heavily rewritten/revised so it's actually going to be posted as a new story-complete with a new name: Play it Again, Gilmore. I have a completed draft of the story but it still needs editing; so it'll still be posted on a chapter by chapter basis. As for this version, I removed the latest chapters that have remained structurally similar to future chapters in my new story and have a saved copy of it's (unfinished) entirety. I'm not sure how many people are still checking for this story, but I wanted provide an update in case anyone still is. Hope you follow along!
A little snippet of something I had written for a future chapter of the original version:
After taking a gulp of his scotch, he warily eyes her plate. "Now can you stop torturing your mashed potatoes? That looks disgusting."
She looks up at him in mock surprise. "You mean you don't want to try these delectable potatoes?" Rory scoops some on her fork and starts jabbing it in his direction. "Come on, I triple dog dare you."
"What, are we in third grade? Who even says triple dog dare anymore?" His look of disgust suddenly turns into glee and she can actually feel a tremor running down her spine. "Know what I just remembered? I haven't used any of my dares yet."
Letting the fork clatter onto her plate, she holds up both of her hands, quickly backtracking. "I was just kidding, totally kidding. I mean we're both adults here. We should act our age."
He's ignoring her now; lost in thought until he suddenly snaps his fingers, his eyes lighting up with triumph. "I got it. You have to call me 'Master and Commander' for the rest of the night."
"What? No-"
"In fact"-he raises his hand to get the waitress' attention-"you can order the next round." Logan lavishly winks at her. "Don't forget to say my name."
Rory rolls her eyes. "Why would I need to say your name if I'm just ordering drinks?"
"Think of this as a test run. If you can't do this, how are you going to ask the hard questions when it matters?"
Ridiculous. She knows he's just toying with her… and it's working. So when the waitress appears, Rory asks for "a gin and tonic with lots of lime and a Macallan neat for Master and Commander, over here," with as much sarcasm as she can infuse into the title.