Grant yelled to Jess over the screeching music, his tounge stud
blinking in the strobe light. "We're going!"
Jess nodded, watching him leave with a heroin-chic girl on his arm, dressed basically only in fishnet from the waist up, a tattoo peeking out from under her skirt, her long dark hair entwined in Grant's fingers. They headed up to the top floor of the club, Grant's hand sliding down her side.
Jess's eyes swam, and he looked around the room disconcertingly. He focused in on a girl dancing seductively on top of one of the tables. The long, empire waisted dress she was wearing swirled around as she spun, the hair piled on top of her head falling free as she tossed her head. Her hands slid around her body, over her hips and practically exposed breasts.
Jess took a last swig on the drink in his hand and dumped it, rubbing his pained nose. Jess walked over, stumbling and bumping into a few people on the way.
He finally reached the table, and he looked up through the smoke and the haze over his eyes. The light behind the dancer made an aura around her, and he could hear her tinkling laugh.
The girl whipped around, catching sight of and smiling at Jess. She sat down in front of him, her legs wrapping around her waist. She pulled him close, and leaned over into his face.
"Eve," She whispered in a singsong voice into his ear with her dark red lips leaving a kiss on it.
"Fitting," Jess smiled, his voice a little unsteady. "I'm Jess."
Rory yawned, practically sleep-walking into her room after a few hours of reading and occasionally being taunted by her mother to "play". She fell heavily into bed, her head connecting with the pillow. She yawned, snuggling deeply down into her covers.
Though she was extremely tired and desperately wanted to sleep, her mind kept drifting to Jess, and she just couldn't fall asleep. She didn't want to admit it, but she was losing him.
She hadn't actually spoken to him in days, save the occasional hello or goodbye at the diner and once his apology for a spilled coffee. There'd been no movie nights, book discussions, or teasing banter. She'd spoken more to that jerk Grant then she had Jess.
Grant, that insufferable, evil, annoying asshole. She'd been groped by him just the day before when she ran into him outside the bookstore. His face had been so close to hers she could feel his breath on her…his hands had discreetly wrapped around her butt….She smiled, remembering the look of surprise on his face when her hand connected with his cheek.
And Luke was worried too.. He tried to deny it. Said Jess could take care of himself. But Rory could tell, the frantic look in his eyes when Jess and Grant abandoned him at the diner, when Jess barely nodded to his greeting.
She wanted to kill Jess for putting Luke through this. He didn't derserve it. Luke had taken Jess in, giving him a home and a job. And Jess had seemed grateful. But now he was just…
When he'd first come, he'd been pretty sullen, rude, and occasionally kind of cruel. But this was different. He wasn't like he was when he came to Stars Hollow, he was worse. Much worse.
And it was scaring her.
Jess nodded, watching him leave with a heroin-chic girl on his arm, dressed basically only in fishnet from the waist up, a tattoo peeking out from under her skirt, her long dark hair entwined in Grant's fingers. They headed up to the top floor of the club, Grant's hand sliding down her side.
Jess's eyes swam, and he looked around the room disconcertingly. He focused in on a girl dancing seductively on top of one of the tables. The long, empire waisted dress she was wearing swirled around as she spun, the hair piled on top of her head falling free as she tossed her head. Her hands slid around her body, over her hips and practically exposed breasts.
Jess took a last swig on the drink in his hand and dumped it, rubbing his pained nose. Jess walked over, stumbling and bumping into a few people on the way.
He finally reached the table, and he looked up through the smoke and the haze over his eyes. The light behind the dancer made an aura around her, and he could hear her tinkling laugh.
The girl whipped around, catching sight of and smiling at Jess. She sat down in front of him, her legs wrapping around her waist. She pulled him close, and leaned over into his face.
"Eve," She whispered in a singsong voice into his ear with her dark red lips leaving a kiss on it.
"Fitting," Jess smiled, his voice a little unsteady. "I'm Jess."
Rory yawned, practically sleep-walking into her room after a few hours of reading and occasionally being taunted by her mother to "play". She fell heavily into bed, her head connecting with the pillow. She yawned, snuggling deeply down into her covers.
Though she was extremely tired and desperately wanted to sleep, her mind kept drifting to Jess, and she just couldn't fall asleep. She didn't want to admit it, but she was losing him.
She hadn't actually spoken to him in days, save the occasional hello or goodbye at the diner and once his apology for a spilled coffee. There'd been no movie nights, book discussions, or teasing banter. She'd spoken more to that jerk Grant then she had Jess.
Grant, that insufferable, evil, annoying asshole. She'd been groped by him just the day before when she ran into him outside the bookstore. His face had been so close to hers she could feel his breath on her…his hands had discreetly wrapped around her butt….She smiled, remembering the look of surprise on his face when her hand connected with his cheek.
And Luke was worried too.. He tried to deny it. Said Jess could take care of himself. But Rory could tell, the frantic look in his eyes when Jess and Grant abandoned him at the diner, when Jess barely nodded to his greeting.
She wanted to kill Jess for putting Luke through this. He didn't derserve it. Luke had taken Jess in, giving him a home and a job. And Jess had seemed grateful. But now he was just…
When he'd first come, he'd been pretty sullen, rude, and occasionally kind of cruel. But this was different. He wasn't like he was when he came to Stars Hollow, he was worse. Much worse.
And it was scaring her.