Rory was sitting alone in a corner reading when Tristan approached.

"What happened to your whole social thing?" Tristan smirked knowing he was right.

"Shut up," Rory laughed, "you try holding a conversation with anyone from a roomful of drunk strangers."

"I would have never tried to even go about that task," Tristan sat his cup on the end table and leaned over Rory, "What you reading?"

"Matched Pearls. My grandmother gave it to me," Rory closed the book and replaced into her bag.

"Sounds fun," Tristan joked, "Wanna dance?"

"Wanna get your feet stepped on?" Rory countered.

"Oh come on. You're a debutante. You can't come out unless you can dance. Dancing is half the debutante experience," Tristan smiled as Rory face twisted into a contorted groan.

"Fine," Rory looked around the empty to room and sighed in relief, "I guess no public humiliation is involved?"

"You could never humiliate yourself," Tristan said as he pulled her close for the slow song.

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," a drunk student stumbled into the room moments later before smashing into the wall and falling over in a heap. Rory and Tristan erupted in laughter.

"I'm gonna go get something to drink," Rory stepped out of Tristan grasp and headed off toward the refreshments which Paris had once again stationed herself at.

"Don't drink what he had," Tristan called after her.

"This music is kick ass!" Rory yelled as she grabbed the nearest boy and dragged him on the dance floor.

"Go Rory, Get Down," Louise shouted over the noise of the crowd as Rory grinding against the complete stranger.

"Rory, What the hell?" Tristan shouted as he entered the room. Rory merely moved to dance up against him in an even more erotic way, "Stop it, Rory. This isn't you."

"NO."

"NOW!" Tristan stated as he grabbed Rory's arm. Which she swung away and she climbed onto the nearest chair and continued dancing.

"NO."

"YES."

"NO."

"YES! Right now, get your ass down now"

"Yes, daddy." Rory mocked as she descended off the chair and stuck her tongue out at Tristan.

"Thank you." Tristan said as he started to walk away. Rory grabbed the first drink she saw and chugged it.

"Rory, stop." Madeline said as she tried to take the glass from Rory.

"Here ya go." Rory said as she headed Madeline her empty glass.

"How many of those have you had?" Paris asked as she pulled her away from the crowd.

"Four, no Five, I mean Six" Rory said as she tried to count on her fingers, "Umm...I forget."

"You are so drunk"

"I am nnnnnooootttt," Rory said with slurred speech as she grabbed someone's drink and threw it on Paris.

"That's it. We are going home, right now." Tristan shouted as he started to pull Rory out the door.

"NO! We're not; this is MY fucking party. No way in hell I'm leaving now" Rory said as she headed back into the party.

"Yes we are." Tristan said as he lifted Rory over his shoulder.

"Put- me- down-" Rory stuttered as she kicked and pounded on Tristan.

"Can you walk?" Tristan helped Rory out of the car.

"I AM DRUNK, NOT DEAD, MY LEGS STILL WORK!!!" Rory screamed as she stood up straight and started to walk. She only managed to walk a few steps before she stumbled onto the sidewalk and fell down, "HELP ME!!!"

Tristan watched as Rory sat on the ground bawling, "Here," He said as her lifted her up and started to carry her into the house.

"You are beautiful, Tristan, truly beautiful." Rory said as she pinched his cheeks.

Tristan set her down inside the house as Madeline followed. Tristan had breathed a sigh of relief when she offered to come and help.

"I'll make coffee." Madeline offered.

"I'll get her some pajamas," Tristan said as he entered her room off the kitchen.

"I think I'm gonna puke." Rory said.

"I think I'll get you" Tristan pointed at Rory instead of getting the pajamas, "to the bathroom then." He finished in a calm tone as if he were talking to a child.

"Almost there" Tristan said as they reached the top if the stairs just outside of the bathroom.

"Good" Rory tried to say but was interrupted when she vomited all over herself and Tristan's shoes.

"I'm sorry." Rory said then rushed into the bathroom to puke again. Tristan followed her in and grabbed the back of her hair while she puked. He rubbed tiny circles on her back, the way her mom had done to her when she was sick. She finally sat up and leaned against the wall. Tristan grabbed a washcloth off the sink and started to wipe her mouth as Madeline came in.

"God, look at you. Do you have something to change into?" Madeline said to Tristan as she knelt beside him.

"In the car," Tristan said as he headed out the door.

"Hey sweetie, feeling better." Madeline asked Rory as she started to strip her.

"A little" Rory said barley above a whisper.

"Get in" Madeline said as she turned on the shower.

Rory gripped the side of the tub and pulled herself up. Then she got into the shower. Madeline turned the showerhead on.

"COLD!!!" Rory said as she tried to reach for the knobs.

"No," Madeline said as she batted her hands away.

Meanwhile, Tristan had gotten changed and headed down the stairs to see if the coffee was finished. Tristan turned down the sheets while the coffee finished brewing. When the coffee was done, Tristan poured a cup. Then he took the coffee and some Advil to Rory's room. Finally, Tristan headed to the bathroom.

"Knock, knock." Tristan said as he came to the door.

"Come in." Madeline said as she turned off the shower and gave Rory a towel.

"Feeling better, little one?" Tristan asked.

Rory gave him a look that screamed 'Do I like I feel better?'

"Can you walk to your room sweetie?" Madeline asked softly.

"Yeah." Rory said as she slowly started down the hall.

"Get her dressed, I'll clean up this mess." Tristan explained and headed into the war-zone that used to be the bathroom.

"Rory, would you just put this on already, I don't have all day." Madeline said as threw Rory a T-shirt.

Rory sat up in bed and pulled the shirt over her head.

"Good girl" Madeline praised as Tristan entered the room.

"All clean!" Tristan said.

"Well, I better go," Madeline said as she started for the door.

"No, I don't wanna stay by myself. I might die!" Rory whined trying to get up.

Madeline started to walk back into the room.

"Don't worry about it, I'll stay here." Tristan said.

"That's ok, you guys. You have the party," Rory said as she finally sat up.

"Not anymore." Tristan said as he started to shoo Madeline out the door.

"No, you go." Rory demanded.

"I'm staying" Tristan retorted.

"No"

"Yes."

"No...ahhhh...my head..tylenol.." Rory yelled lying back on the bed.

"I'm staying and that's final." Tristan said as he headed Rory the two Advil he had sat by the bed earlier.

"Thanks, Tristan," Madeline said as she left.

Tristan got up to go to the kitchen when Rory called him back.

"Yeah Rory," Tristan said as he turned around.

"Can you stay here, at least until I'm asleep or whatever." Rory asked as she rolled onto her stomach.

"Sure," Tristan said as he turned off the light and sat down on the bed next to her. He rubbed her back until she was asleep. He soon fell asleep too, half on the bed, half on the floor, holding Rory's hand gently in his own.

When Rory woke up she immediately noticed a mop of blond locks upon her bed. She had to laugh; Tristan looked so funny with a sloppy grin on his face and his unruly hair. She tried to get up but her hand was intertwined with Tristan's under his head. She looked at the clock, which read 7:09. She groaned and shut her eyes.

Three hours later Rory woke to sound of the phone. She reached across her bed and grabbed the cordless phone.

"Hello," She grumbled

Rory? Did I wake you up?" Madeline asked.

"Well..."

"I'm sorry. I was just calling to see if everything was okay," Madeline explained.

"It's fine," Rory said as she glanced down at Tristan who was starting to wake up.

"Good," Madeline continued.

"Morning," Tristan smiled as he sat up on the floor. Rory waved then went back to talking to Madeline.

"Thanks for coming over last night. I don't remember much but I know there was plenty of alcohol involved," Rory grunted.

"Well, Paris is definitely calling off whatever truce you two had," Madeline started.

"Why?" Rory asked as she turned to Tristan.

"You really don't remember. You tossed a drink down the front of her. Right in the middle of your dancing queen meets striptease Demi Moore routine," Madeline explained.

"Oh my God," Rory murmured.

" What?" Tristan asked.

"I just found out what I did to Paris," Rory stated sadly.

"Don't worry about it. She deserved it after everything," Madeline declared cheerily

"Thanks, I'll talk to you later," Rory said and hung up with a smile.

"You didn't get a hangover?" Tristan asked.

"Oh you bet I did!" Rory groaned as she plopped back down on the bed. Tristan laughed at her and started to get up. That's when it occurred to him that Rory's hand was inside his own. She pulled him back onto the bed. Tristan was puzzled. What was she doing? Tristan instinctively licked his lips as she grabbed his shirt and pulled his face toward her mouth. Tristan started to close his eyes. Rory placed her lips close to his ear.

"Can you get me Advil. My head is killing me." Rory complained as she released his shirt. He raised an eyebrow at her. She merely flashed an innocent grin and asked, "What?"

"Nothing," Tristan said as he got up to leave.

"What a tease." He muttered to the empty kitchen.