AN: I'm sorry this took so long. I have a lot written, but it needs to be edited and I can't post without going over each chapter like, a hundred times to make sure its perfect. I'm anal like that. I know this is moving slowly and I appologise for that. I can guarentee you that I have some really amaising stuff planned for the future, but it'll take me a while to get to it. I am really sorry, and I love and appreciate all those who are sticking with me. Thank you so much.
Dana-thanks for editing last minute.
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Chapter 11
The murmur of casual diner activity was accompanied by a rustling of papers as the midday customers perused the local news of the complementary Stars Hollow Gazette, new to the diner.
Luke was obliviously scouring the pastry display glass when Bootsy came in and approached him.
"I've got a question for you," Bootsy began equably.
"What?" Luke replied, none too courteously.
"What kind of business do you run here?"
"Same business I've been running here for years, Bootsy."
"But could you give it a name?" he persisted.
"What are you getting at?" Luke asked [squarely], more than a little annoyed.
"Just work with me here."
"On Earth, most people call it a diner. I don't know what they call it on whatever planet you came from."
"Let me tell you what we call this where I come from. We call it monopoly."
"I thought you only understood that as a board game. Look, what are you talking about?" Luke said, reluctantly giving Bootsy his full attention.
"I'm talking about those newspapers you've got there."
"What about them?"
"Since when did the diner become a newsstand?"
"It's not a newsstand. I got those papers yesterday. Must have been some sort of fluke. I just put them out for people to take them. I'm not selling them," Luke explained.
"So what are you trying to do, put me out of business?"
Tempting as that sounded.... "As much as I wish I had thought about it now, it never entered my mind. Look, I'm not taking any business away from you. I'm not making a dime off those papers."
"Even if you're not, which I really doubt, do you think people are going to buy a paper from me when you're giving them out for free?"
"Well, what are you getting on me for? You never get on Patty. She gives the news out for free all the time. And I really don't know why people buy your newspapers. It's not like anyone reads them. I don't know, maybe they use them to hold up their couches or something."
"Some people use them for the birds," Bootsy informed.
"What?"
"The bird cages. For the poop."
"Don't say 'poop' in my diner."
"Well, stop giving out my newspapers."
"They're not your newspapers. You don't own every newspaper in Connecticut."
"Look, around here, you're looking for a newspaper, you come to me. That's the rule."
"And you're talking to me about monopoly?"
"Can I have my newspapers now?" Bootsy demanded petulantly.
"They're not your newspapers!" Luke protested, exasperated.
"Fine. You don't want to give them up. Just give me the cash."
"There is no cash. I'm not selling the damn newspapers."
"You must think I'm stupid, don't you?"
"Don't make me answer that."
"I'm not leaving here until I get my newspapers."
"You can have the newspapers, but understand, they're not *your* newspapers," Luke clarified.
"So what are you trying to say? You're giving me charity?"
Luke mentally threw up his hands. "Take your damn newspapers, Bootsy."
At this point, Jess and Bree came into the dinner after a hard day of work - and play.
"You started it," Bree charged.
"No, I didn't," Jess countered matter-of-factly.
"Yes, you did."
"You know, Bree, regardless of how many times you say it, it's not gonna magically come true."
"No, I only have to say it once."
"You started it."
"All I did was flick a little paint at you," she said, with all signs of innocence.
Luke had been listening to their playful bickering amusedly, but here he looked up; seeing Jess sopping in paint, he interjected, "A little?"
"Well, it... escalated," Bree shrugged.
_Riiight._ "So, you guys want anything?" Luke asked.
"Burgers, fries... the works," Bree requested.
Luke nodded and headed towards the kitchen. "And you," he told Jess, "go upstairs and change before you track paint all over here."
"You know, I'm thinking this was just a way to get me to paint in my underwear," Jess called back to Bree on his way upstairs.
"Birthday suit baby. Besides, it's nothing I haven't seen before."
"Oh, darling, you're going to have to fill me in," Miss Patty interposed.
"What?"
"Don't be so shocked. I'm not the only one. When you get to be my age, age is nothing but a number. Quite a high one, but still just a number. What happened between you two? Why didn't it work out?"
"Uh, Luke, can I get a Coke?"
"Because let me tell you something," Miss Patty continued, "if I looked like you and any one of my husbands looked like Jess, I might have actually had a marriage last. Well, if I looked like you, I probably I wouldn't be content with just one man. Was that what happened? You have a fear of commitment?"
"And Luke, put some rum in it."
"Honey, alcohol's no good with the medication you're taking. You need to take care of yourself. Just because you can't create new life doesn't mean you should neglect your own."
"Jesus, Luke, what does a person get a drink around here?!"
"See what I'm talking about?" Bootsy interjected. "Instead of paying attention to his own customers, he's trying to steal mine. So really, did it hurt a lot to take... you know... *it* out?"
"'Cause whatever it is, I'll do it!" Bree called out desperately.
"What are the, um, how should I say it, sexual effects? Because I've heard from men that the sex-life is never the same after a vasectomy," Kirk asked.
"Is that why it didn't work with you and Jess?" Miss Patty pressed.
Luke finally came from out of the kitchen just then. Seeing Bree beset on all sides, he walked to the middle of the diner and announced, "I just got a call. Whoever owns the BMW parked in the middle of the Town Square, you have to move it right now."
Bootsy, Kirk, and Miss Patty quickly picked up and left the diner to scope out the mysterious owner of the non-existent BMW.
"Thanks," Bree said. Luke simply nodded.
Jess came downstairs, completely ignorant of the events that had just occurred.
"Ready to go?" Bree checked.
"Food," Jess protested on behalf of his stomach.
Bree, holding up a doggie bag, firmly insisted, "To go. Come on, we're almost finished with Manhattan."
"Fine."
The two walked outside. Bree noticed Miss Patty, Kirk, and Bootsy searching around for the mythical BMW and its owner.
"Hey Jess, why do I get the feeling that everyone knows who I am?"
"Because they do," he stated wryly.
"Well, that sucks," Bree pouted.
"Yeah, people here think just because you live in this stupid little town, it gives them the right to be involved in your life."
"Uggg. Well, don't you think I should know about them too?"
"Oh, so little miss psychic can't figure it out on her own?" Jess mocked
"I'm not psychic, I'm observant. And yeah, I could figure it out on my own, but they all seem to have the one up on me. Especially the ex-dancer. She seems to be information central."
"That's Ms. Patty, she knows everything about everyone... wait, how did you know she was a dancer? Did you see her class?"
"No; regardless of how fat she is, she still walks like a dancer. Trust me, I can spot them a mile away."
Jess smiled. "So, what do you want to know?"
"Everything," she declared.
Next Time......
"What are you doing today?"
"It's Friday, remember? I have dinner in Hartford."
"I thought your grandparents were in Florida."
"No. My grandfather's in Florida."
"So I guess I'll see you tomorrow."
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Jess shook his head at the revelation, "You really don't have libido problems."
Bree smiles and patted Jess on the cheek, "And you don't have expectations."
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"Oh. It's just you. I thought the Jolly Green Giant came to lecture us about not having any vegetables in the house. Rough day?"
"The usual."
"Ah. Rough day. What are you doing?"