A/N - I have no idea where this came from so please forgive me in advance.
Pairing - Luke/Lorelai
Summary - Luke and Lorelai have lunch together after hectic mornings at work.
Stromboli
"Oh my God...." Lorelai grumbled as she made her way out the "conference room" that was holding one of her mother's infamous DAR meetings, which were now being held at the Inn. She walked past the front desk and went behind it, only to see her mother slip out of the room and inch toward the desk also.
"What is it now, Mom?" Lorelai groaned and walked out from behind the desk to meet her.
"The turkey is very dry." Emily stated, looking amusingly annoyed.
"Okay." Lorelai shrugged. "Um, do you want me to make new?"
"Where's Sookie?" Emily demanded.
"Sick. I thought we already went over this, she's sick. She has the flu." Lorelai's voice sounded more annoyed with her mother then usual.
"Was it really necessary for her to miss work? She could've just came in for an hour or so to prepare the food for the meeting and left, afterward, but no, she just had to stay home." Emily crossed her arms over her chest and looked behind her at the DAR room worriedly.
"Or something less selfish." Lorelai sighed. "Do you want new turkey or not? Because if I have to endure this nonsense any longer, it could kill me and then what? If I die, your little DAR friends won't have anything to nibble on. So, what's it gonna be?"
Emily rambled on. "The bread is practically rotted, the table cloths are filthy and don't even get me started on that appetizer. What was that, anyway? Some kind of disgusting fast-food concoction that I've never heard of before?"
"Argh!" Lorelai yelled to herself and pretended to pull her hair out. She walked away from her mom and headed for the front door.
"Hey, where are you going?" Emily called after Lorelai.
"Home!" Lorelai shouted, not turning around, and walked swiftly out the door. She slammed it shut, drowning out the nuscience that was her mother's voice.
"What about the turkey?" Emily shouted to the closed door.
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"Is my food ready, yet?" Some older man with thinning hair yelled to Luke from across the room.
"Where's my eggs?" Kirk asked him, while sitting at the counter annoyingly tapping his nails.
"It's coming." Luke sighed in exhaustion.
"Well hurry up." Kirk said and continued to tap his nails.
'Stop that!" Luke's voice rose and he stomped off into the kitchen. He slammed the door shut before banging his fist against the stove, burning his hand. "Ahhh! Hot, hot." He turned the faucet on and let the cold water pour over his throbbing wound. Luke moaned and let his head hit the table next to the stove droopily.
"Bad day?" Jess asked while walking past his exasperated uncle.
"Shouldn't you be in school?"
"If it wasn't Saturday, yeah, I suppose so." Jess shook his head and walked out of the kitchen.
Luke shook his head puzzled and whispered to himself. "It's Saturday?" He sighed and slumped into a chair. "Man, I gotta get out of here." He glanced over at Caesar and smiled hopefully. Caesar rolled his eyes and nodded. Luke jumped up and made his way through the crowded diner, people yelling at him from right and left about their food.
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Lorelai entered Doose's market to pick up some junk food so she could go home and relax. She walked down the cookie aisle, throwing various items into her cart.
"Oooooh, Oreo's! Yum." She grinned happily as she threw three bags into her cart.
"Three bags?"
Lorelai whipped around and saw Luke shaking his head behind her. "Of course." She grinned. "One bag is never enough for one person and with Rory home, that means two bags aren't enough for two people, so three bags should suffice just fine."
"Nice logic." Luke nodded. "So, why aren't you at the Inn?"
"Hmmm, I don't know, why aren't you at the diner?" She smiled slyly while throwing more cookies into her cart.
"I asked you first."
"And I asked you second." Lorelai smiled proudly.
"Right, so that means you answer first and I answer second."
"My mother's there." She stated as if the answer would clear up all of the confusion.
Luke cocked his head sideward and looked confused. "So?"
"My mother is there so that means I'm not there. And for your information, I love my turkey. It is not dry or burnt, how could she even say that! I'm a great cook."
Luke's eyes widened. "You cooked?"
Lorelai rolled her eyes. "Yes, Luke, I cooked."
"Food?" Luke asked again in disbelief.
"No, cockroaches. Yes, food. And, and, I used the stove! You know, that big square hot thing that people usually have in their kitchens. It has knobs and little button-y thingys on it."
"I know what a stove is, mine tried to kill me today." He held up his hand that had painful looking red marks on it and was all blistered.
"Wow, it must really hate you. I know why, it's because you didn't name it. You have a sad, lonely, anonymous stove."
"No, actually I punched it while it was on and I burnt myself." He shrugged. "I'll live."
Lorelai scoffed. "But what about your stove? Do you think it likes strange diner men beating it up? Poor, pathetic, un-named stove."
"Well I guess all three of us are having a bad day then, you, me, and the stove." Luke said as he followed Lorelai over to the cash register.
"Hey, Luke, why don't you take the day off. You should come back to our house and help me and Rory digest all this food."
"That isn't food, that's garbage." Luke retorted.
"Okay, you should come back to our house and help me and Rory digest all this garbage." Lorelai made a face. "Ugh, it's somehow much less appetizing that way. I'll stick with food. So, are you up for spending the whole afternoon with us?"
"Do I even have a choice?" Luke smiled and helped Lorelai carry all of her groceries to the Jeep.
"Nope, so are you coming?" Lorelai asked as she opened the passenger side door and gestured for him to hop in. "C-mon, it'll be fun. You need a day off."
Luke nodded and him and Lorelai drove off to her house.
To be continued............
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Ugh, this bites....no actually this really sucks. Please review anyway!!!! Thanks!
Pairing - Luke/Lorelai
Summary - Luke and Lorelai have lunch together after hectic mornings at work.
Stromboli
"Oh my God...." Lorelai grumbled as she made her way out the "conference room" that was holding one of her mother's infamous DAR meetings, which were now being held at the Inn. She walked past the front desk and went behind it, only to see her mother slip out of the room and inch toward the desk also.
"What is it now, Mom?" Lorelai groaned and walked out from behind the desk to meet her.
"The turkey is very dry." Emily stated, looking amusingly annoyed.
"Okay." Lorelai shrugged. "Um, do you want me to make new?"
"Where's Sookie?" Emily demanded.
"Sick. I thought we already went over this, she's sick. She has the flu." Lorelai's voice sounded more annoyed with her mother then usual.
"Was it really necessary for her to miss work? She could've just came in for an hour or so to prepare the food for the meeting and left, afterward, but no, she just had to stay home." Emily crossed her arms over her chest and looked behind her at the DAR room worriedly.
"Or something less selfish." Lorelai sighed. "Do you want new turkey or not? Because if I have to endure this nonsense any longer, it could kill me and then what? If I die, your little DAR friends won't have anything to nibble on. So, what's it gonna be?"
Emily rambled on. "The bread is practically rotted, the table cloths are filthy and don't even get me started on that appetizer. What was that, anyway? Some kind of disgusting fast-food concoction that I've never heard of before?"
"Argh!" Lorelai yelled to herself and pretended to pull her hair out. She walked away from her mom and headed for the front door.
"Hey, where are you going?" Emily called after Lorelai.
"Home!" Lorelai shouted, not turning around, and walked swiftly out the door. She slammed it shut, drowning out the nuscience that was her mother's voice.
"What about the turkey?" Emily shouted to the closed door.
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"Is my food ready, yet?" Some older man with thinning hair yelled to Luke from across the room.
"Where's my eggs?" Kirk asked him, while sitting at the counter annoyingly tapping his nails.
"It's coming." Luke sighed in exhaustion.
"Well hurry up." Kirk said and continued to tap his nails.
'Stop that!" Luke's voice rose and he stomped off into the kitchen. He slammed the door shut before banging his fist against the stove, burning his hand. "Ahhh! Hot, hot." He turned the faucet on and let the cold water pour over his throbbing wound. Luke moaned and let his head hit the table next to the stove droopily.
"Bad day?" Jess asked while walking past his exasperated uncle.
"Shouldn't you be in school?"
"If it wasn't Saturday, yeah, I suppose so." Jess shook his head and walked out of the kitchen.
Luke shook his head puzzled and whispered to himself. "It's Saturday?" He sighed and slumped into a chair. "Man, I gotta get out of here." He glanced over at Caesar and smiled hopefully. Caesar rolled his eyes and nodded. Luke jumped up and made his way through the crowded diner, people yelling at him from right and left about their food.
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Lorelai entered Doose's market to pick up some junk food so she could go home and relax. She walked down the cookie aisle, throwing various items into her cart.
"Oooooh, Oreo's! Yum." She grinned happily as she threw three bags into her cart.
"Three bags?"
Lorelai whipped around and saw Luke shaking his head behind her. "Of course." She grinned. "One bag is never enough for one person and with Rory home, that means two bags aren't enough for two people, so three bags should suffice just fine."
"Nice logic." Luke nodded. "So, why aren't you at the Inn?"
"Hmmm, I don't know, why aren't you at the diner?" She smiled slyly while throwing more cookies into her cart.
"I asked you first."
"And I asked you second." Lorelai smiled proudly.
"Right, so that means you answer first and I answer second."
"My mother's there." She stated as if the answer would clear up all of the confusion.
Luke cocked his head sideward and looked confused. "So?"
"My mother is there so that means I'm not there. And for your information, I love my turkey. It is not dry or burnt, how could she even say that! I'm a great cook."
Luke's eyes widened. "You cooked?"
Lorelai rolled her eyes. "Yes, Luke, I cooked."
"Food?" Luke asked again in disbelief.
"No, cockroaches. Yes, food. And, and, I used the stove! You know, that big square hot thing that people usually have in their kitchens. It has knobs and little button-y thingys on it."
"I know what a stove is, mine tried to kill me today." He held up his hand that had painful looking red marks on it and was all blistered.
"Wow, it must really hate you. I know why, it's because you didn't name it. You have a sad, lonely, anonymous stove."
"No, actually I punched it while it was on and I burnt myself." He shrugged. "I'll live."
Lorelai scoffed. "But what about your stove? Do you think it likes strange diner men beating it up? Poor, pathetic, un-named stove."
"Well I guess all three of us are having a bad day then, you, me, and the stove." Luke said as he followed Lorelai over to the cash register.
"Hey, Luke, why don't you take the day off. You should come back to our house and help me and Rory digest all this food."
"That isn't food, that's garbage." Luke retorted.
"Okay, you should come back to our house and help me and Rory digest all this garbage." Lorelai made a face. "Ugh, it's somehow much less appetizing that way. I'll stick with food. So, are you up for spending the whole afternoon with us?"
"Do I even have a choice?" Luke smiled and helped Lorelai carry all of her groceries to the Jeep.
"Nope, so are you coming?" Lorelai asked as she opened the passenger side door and gestured for him to hop in. "C-mon, it'll be fun. You need a day off."
Luke nodded and him and Lorelai drove off to her house.
To be continued............
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Ugh, this bites....no actually this really sucks. Please review anyway!!!! Thanks!