Jess woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. He groaned,
rolling over and looking at Grant on the floor.
Grant yawned, looking up at Jess.
"Feeling lovely?"
Jess responded with a moan.
"You were pretty wild," Grant commented, sitting up. "You'll get used to it again."
Jess didn't voice the fact that he wasn't sure that he wanted to get used to it again. He just sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed.
"How drunk was I?" He asked, standing up and watching the room spin around him. He grabbed his head.
"Drunk enough to get pretty hot with that chick, what's her name?" Grant said. Jess shrugged, not remembering.
A few minutes of sitting, Jess broke the silence. "Oh, shit. Did Luke see us?" he exclaimed, looking at the door that led to the center of the apartment.
"Nope. I was slick, man. Snuck you in. He never saw us."
Jess nodded happily, pulling on a pair of pants. Grabbing a T-Shirt, he commented that he didn't have to work that day.
"Well, then my friend, we'll find something to do."
Rory woke up that morning with a smile on her face.
"What are you so smiley about? You haven't even had any coffee." Lorelai asked as Rory emerged from her room.
Rory said, "No idea. Good dream, I guess." Actually, it was a great dream. Rory just couldn't remember what it was about.
"Well, my sweet child, I have to work today, so you can sit. Or watch TV. Or study, as I'm sure will be the thing you choose."
Rory nodded. "I have a huge reading list. Must read."
Lorelai poured Rory a cup of coffee and handed her a pop-tart. She pulled on her jacket and Rory walked with her to her front door.
"Bye, Mom," Rory said, kissing her cheek.
Lorelai walked out the door and Rory shut it behind her. Looking down and inspecting her cow pajamas, she headed to her room to change.
"Lane, you're joking."
"Nope!" Lane giggled. "He called, and he's coming over tomorrow night."
"Yay, Henry!" Rory paused. "You're introducing him to your mother?"
Lane sighed. "Yep. I prepared him."
"I'm glad he came to his senses."
"Me too!" Lane squeaked overenthusiastically.
Rory laughed at the look on Lane's face, pure joy. "I'll call you tomorrow night so we can talk about it!"
They said goodbye, and Lane left Rory.
Sitting on a bench in the middle of town, she pulled out a book and started reading.
"Rory!" Grant said as he sat down next to her, reaching over and grabbing the book out of her hands.
"Have we reverted to the 6th grade? Give it back!" Rory said, grabbing for it. Grant laughed, pulling it out of reach.
"Don't read, Rory," Grant told her. "It's ruin your beauty…" He trailed off, suggestively licking his lips. He reached out and squeezed her knee.
Rory stood abruptly, grabbing the book before he could avoid her.
"Just leave me alone!" She demanded, walking off.
Jess came over a few minutes later. "Hey," he said.
"My, that Rory girl isn't very friendly."
"What'd you do?" Jess asked, hoping it wasn't to bad.
"Oh, nothing," Grant said, standing up and pulling off his jacket.
They walked toward the diner, and went upstairs.
Entering Jess's room, Grant flicked on the CD player and pulled a packet out of his pocket.
"While you were slaving yesterday, I went for a drive and picked us up this." He said, throwing the small bag on the table.
Jess saw the contents.
White powder.
Grant yawned, looking up at Jess.
"Feeling lovely?"
Jess responded with a moan.
"You were pretty wild," Grant commented, sitting up. "You'll get used to it again."
Jess didn't voice the fact that he wasn't sure that he wanted to get used to it again. He just sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed.
"How drunk was I?" He asked, standing up and watching the room spin around him. He grabbed his head.
"Drunk enough to get pretty hot with that chick, what's her name?" Grant said. Jess shrugged, not remembering.
A few minutes of sitting, Jess broke the silence. "Oh, shit. Did Luke see us?" he exclaimed, looking at the door that led to the center of the apartment.
"Nope. I was slick, man. Snuck you in. He never saw us."
Jess nodded happily, pulling on a pair of pants. Grabbing a T-Shirt, he commented that he didn't have to work that day.
"Well, then my friend, we'll find something to do."
Rory woke up that morning with a smile on her face.
"What are you so smiley about? You haven't even had any coffee." Lorelai asked as Rory emerged from her room.
Rory said, "No idea. Good dream, I guess." Actually, it was a great dream. Rory just couldn't remember what it was about.
"Well, my sweet child, I have to work today, so you can sit. Or watch TV. Or study, as I'm sure will be the thing you choose."
Rory nodded. "I have a huge reading list. Must read."
Lorelai poured Rory a cup of coffee and handed her a pop-tart. She pulled on her jacket and Rory walked with her to her front door.
"Bye, Mom," Rory said, kissing her cheek.
Lorelai walked out the door and Rory shut it behind her. Looking down and inspecting her cow pajamas, she headed to her room to change.
"Lane, you're joking."
"Nope!" Lane giggled. "He called, and he's coming over tomorrow night."
"Yay, Henry!" Rory paused. "You're introducing him to your mother?"
Lane sighed. "Yep. I prepared him."
"I'm glad he came to his senses."
"Me too!" Lane squeaked overenthusiastically.
Rory laughed at the look on Lane's face, pure joy. "I'll call you tomorrow night so we can talk about it!"
They said goodbye, and Lane left Rory.
Sitting on a bench in the middle of town, she pulled out a book and started reading.
"Rory!" Grant said as he sat down next to her, reaching over and grabbing the book out of her hands.
"Have we reverted to the 6th grade? Give it back!" Rory said, grabbing for it. Grant laughed, pulling it out of reach.
"Don't read, Rory," Grant told her. "It's ruin your beauty…" He trailed off, suggestively licking his lips. He reached out and squeezed her knee.
Rory stood abruptly, grabbing the book before he could avoid her.
"Just leave me alone!" She demanded, walking off.
Jess came over a few minutes later. "Hey," he said.
"My, that Rory girl isn't very friendly."
"What'd you do?" Jess asked, hoping it wasn't to bad.
"Oh, nothing," Grant said, standing up and pulling off his jacket.
They walked toward the diner, and went upstairs.
Entering Jess's room, Grant flicked on the CD player and pulled a packet out of his pocket.
"While you were slaving yesterday, I went for a drive and picked us up this." He said, throwing the small bag on the table.
Jess saw the contents.
White powder.