AN: HOW ARE YOU MY LOVELIES?
Dara really really appreciate the reviews to a almost uncertain degree and its almost humiliating how she drools when seeing the numbers on her stats page. So truly, thank you from the bottom of my storky legs.
From Benny the Flamingo.
Darasun: (ahem) Benny is my special friend. He's been there through thick and thin, through the Chardonnay and though the not so chardonnay, through those moments when I feel like screaming in frustration because the nutella jar won't goddamn open.
So thank YOU Benny, for those magical times, and for your understanding at times like when I accidentally stood on you because you match my carpet is such a perfect way. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------
"A what campaign?" Rory blinked.
"Tommy Hilfiger," Tristan said, leaning back into his seat opposite her in the limo, "I got the call from Roger before I left San Fran."
"Did you agree?"
"The offer's fantastic and Gary is really pushing for the publicity for the movie. I think he has director's syndrome now, lots of hair pulling going on."
"We've only got a couple of weeks before shooting starts.."Rory said uncertainly.
"Photo shoot. Ad. Small publicity interviews. C'mon, it'll be fun," She gave him a look, "Well at least you'll be with me." He said slyly.
She smiled. "What's the fragrance called?"
"Tom cat eye."
"Interesting name."
"Its Tom cat for him, cat eye for her."
"People are really into publicity these days." She gave a small grumble.
"I'll make it fun, I promise." He smirked at her sexily. She was getting sleepy, and beckoned him forward, pulling his tie towards her to steal a kiss.
"Gary-"
"-Its Tristan-" He smirked, switching seats to continue the kiss.
"-No, I was saying that Gary-"
Pause. "-Ought to be-"
Mumbling.
"-Sorry, what?" He licked his lips in a temporary lapse.
"-Gary ought to be grateful-"
"-How grateful?" He whispered.
She swallowed. "-Very grateful-" She whispered back in a low voice.
"-That?"
Pause.
"-That you can-"
"Hmmmm?" Tristan made a noise in the back of his throat, enjoying himself too much to really try to from any kind of proper sentence.
"-Use your excellent powers of persuasion-"
Lots of mumbling.
"-To persuade me." Rory shifted back a bit, staring at his swollen lips. "I hope Gary-"
"-Its Tristan-" He reminded her in a husky tone, reaching for her again.
"-I hope Gary-" She began again, welding him off briefly.
He cut her off. "-Screw Gary."
Long drawn out pauses and much mumbling going on.
Their driver closed the tinted window separating him in amusement.
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Rory watched Tristan in amusement, as he made a dramatic show of flopping down onto the lush couch and, flipping off his shoes in two different directions and covering his eyes with his hands.
"Sleepy?" She raised an eyebrow.
He made a confirming noise. Suddenly, Rory's cell rang.
Rory picked up to the monstrous sound of someone chanting: "You won! You won! You won!"
"Hi mom." Rory said with wry smile.
"Did you win?" Lorelai asked uncertainly.
"Actually, I did..and I mentioned you in my big ol' speech.."
"Oh my god! You did?" Lorelai screeched, "I'm famous!"
Rory laughed.
"I bet you looked all prettied up, huh? Ooooh, I can't wait to see! Stupid television stations, why can't they just show it now?"
"You'll see it tomorrow mom..god, I still can't believe I won."
"Of course you won!" Lorelai cried, "You're talented and pretty..and talented..and pretty and pretty.."
"The many sides of Rory Gilmore." Rory smirked.
Tristan groaned.
"Is pretty boy there?"
"Yep," Rory said, glancing at the sprawled out Tristan, "Riiiiight here. Would you like to speak to him?"
Tristan gave her a nasty look. She grinned back at him. "Sure, why not."
"Hello E.T!"
"I actually know what that means now." He remarked.
"At least you're not an alien dating my daughter," Lorelai said happily, "So, honestly, how did my child look tonight? Fabulous? Drop dead gorgeous? Absolutely stunning?"
"All of the above," He answered, "And I didn't look too bad myself."
Lorelai laughed. "A modest man. I like it."
Tristan smiled.
"So how did you fare tonight?" She asked.
"No miniatures of the world to bring home, but I had a great time. Plus Rory's face was priceless when they called her name."
"Shocked expressions..I wanna see..argh! Stupid television stations.."
"Hey, Rory wants to speak to you."
"..Mom, and guess what else."
"What? Oh, I like games!"
"Guess!"
"You can fly!"
"No, guess again."
"Oh my god again! You got the part."
"Bingo was his name." Rory said, grinning as Lorelai screeched again.
At this point, deciding to leave the two ecstatic females by themselves, since it sounded as if Lorelai was actually there with him in the room, Tristan got up and gave Rory a quick kiss on the cheek, followed by trudging to her bedroom for a worthy, long sleep.
"Do I get to go to the premiere?"
"Will what happened last time happen again?" Rory asked warningly.
"I cross my heart!" Lorelai swore.
"Then maybe."
Pause, then Lorelai piped up, "It wasn't like it was my fault, that stupid guy-"
"He was trying to take a picture mom."
"Still." Lorelai argued.
"And guess what else?" Rory suddenly remembered.
"Wow," Lorelai remarked, getting excited again, "You're having a good night! It is..er, good news right?"
"I'm pretty sure it is," Rory sat down, "I'm gonna be a Tommy girl."
Drawn out pause.
"No!" Lorelai said, awed.
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Tristan and I are the faces of his new fragrance."
"What's it called?"
"Tom cat eye."
"Do you get free promos? I love Tommy Hilfiger!" Lorelai begged.
"I'll send you some." Rory promised.
"That is soooooo cool," Lorelai said, "Is there an ad?"
"Yep!"
"I can't wait to see you two on screen! It'll be so cute! I hope you two can control yourselves while on set."
Rory laughed. "I'll try."
"Gosh," Lorelai sighed, "I love having a famous daughter."
"How're are grandma and grandpa?" Rory asked.
"Well," Lorelai eyes lit up, "They insisted on us going over to their house tomorrow to watch the awards, but I wanted to stay here because you know how they are with popcorn and chips on their Persian rugs, but apparently dad has just brought a new surround sound system and so."
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"Josh," I hissed, staring at my heavy-lidded companion, "Wake up! I think I see somebody."
"Well, of course you see somebody," He answered, yawning, "It's the freaking airport."
I rolled my eyes. "A celebrity somebody." I clarified.
"Who?" He straightened up slightly.
"I dunno, there's two of them, they're both wearing caps and sunglasses, I can't tell who.."I was craning my neck as they walked further and further away.
"Listen, can't we just call it a day?" He muttered.
I shifted the microphone onto my other hand. "Eric will can our asses."
"I hate that guy," Josh scowled, "Why doesn't he have to stake out freaking airports?"
I shrugged. "Dude, we need to go check if they were anybody.." I was looking around for the suspicious looking couple.
"Dude," He replied, stressing the word, "I don't want to have to go through this again."
I rolled my eyes again. "Seriously, I didn't see her daughter coming."
He rubbed at his shin. "Little kid had a sharp foot."
He began walking, forcing Josh to follow. "You've only got a note pad," He complained, "This camera weighs a ton!"
I waved a dismissive hand. "Stop exaggerating. And what, you want to let Ray and Jared get there first again?"
He paused and then shook his head, picking up the pace. "Guess not."
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ray, leaning against a pillar, smoking.
The cigarette froze halfway to his lips as he sprang to attention and grabbed Jared, by now all four of us following this mystery couple who could just be nobody, taking a vacation.but I wasn't willing to take the chance.
I was just behind the man as he turned around.
He seemed taken aback and a little wary, but otherwise no signs of running.
Hmm, maybe I was mistaken..
But no, all of a sudden, airport security came out.
I shared a look with Josh.
Dammit, why did this always happen to us?
Undeterred, Ray (who had already been arrested quite a few times or so I'm sure) was unfazed.
He stepped up.
Opening his mouth to speak, but one of the burly guards beat him to it.
"Mr. Dugrey has no comment."
Aha.
My eyes lit up, as did Ray's.
And what luck, I can guess by the brown hair that his female companion was no other than previous night's golden globe winner Lorelai Leigh Gilmore.
"Miss Gilmore," I said loudly, "How do you feel about last night's-"
The guard looked at me, his mouth in a tight line.
Josh was snapping away.
A guard reached for the camera threateningly.
Josh danced away and continued on taking pictures.
The couple seemed perfectly calm as they continued walking.
Ray- who was revving for some statements, faked a left and ran for it - followed clumsily by Jared.
"Mr. Dugrey! Word has it that Tommy Hilfiger is looking for stars for his new fragrance campaign and that you and Miss Gilmore are main contenders, is any of that true?" Ray rushed, panting after them.
Mr. Dugrey had stopped and Ray was eagerly awaiting an answer, his pen poised over that notepad I had come to loathe. "Well, I-"
A shadow fell across Ray. A stern voice said, "Clear out. They have no comment."
Airport security manager.
Drat.
Ray gave a fake smile while I was still locked in an arms battle with airport personal.
Double drat.
"If you'll just let him answer-" Ray insisted, watching Mr. Dugrey, who had, unfortunately begun to leave.
"-Clear out buddy."
Ray gave him an evil look before turning, beckoning towards Jared like an obedient puppy and walking away.
Giving me a grin beforehand.
Why does he always get the story?
I didn't even know about the Tommy Hilfiger campaign.
Eric really shouldn't keep information like that from us, the idiot.
Triple drat.
Celebrities equal gone.
The guard let me go. "You guys clear off too." He told us cautiously.
I nodded, agitated.
"Charlie, what're we gonna tell Eric?"
I thought for a moment. "That Reese Witherspoon's daughter kicked you, it hurt, and then we left."
"None of this Tristan Dugrey stuff?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Dude, technically, I don't know what you're talking about." I sighed.
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Rory finally checked for messages, as it had taken Tristan quite some time to leave.
Beep.
"..Rory, Kate darling here. I have a fantastic offer. How was your trip? Anita and Andrew had the biggest fight after you left over her choice of earrings..I was glad to be going, let me tell you..anyway, I'm stalling. I bet you've already heard about the Tommy ad from Tristan huh? Yeah, I've been on the phone to Roger..nice guy by the way, and Roger said that by now you should be convinced..give me a call, okay? Oh, P.S.: Love the speech. Ta ta.."
Beep.
"..YOU WON! YOU WON! YOU WON!" Then the distinctive sound of Ellie on the phone, "Rory! You won! You won!" Then the gruff voice of Luke, "Congrats kid," More muffled now, "Lorelai, she's probably tired.." A dramatic sigh, and then the sound of a short struggle, then, "..YOU WON! YOU WON! YOU WON! .."
Rory laughed.
Beep.
"Rory, its Lane. Hey, I know you have the awards thing to do, and I don't want to get in the way, but I'm in San Francisco right now for about a week for a convention, I know, I know, I said two weeks, but my boss just practically cancelled my little vacation..did you know he's really mean? Well anyway, if you're listening to this, give me a call because I am dying to see you! Cya Ror! ..And I hope you did well at the awards! If you did, congrats because it was completely fair..but if not, the votes were completely rigged.."
Rory couldn't help but smile as she eagerly picked up the phone.
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AN :
OH GOSH GOLLIE GEE WHIZ!
..I love you Benny, but seriously, shut up.
I would love reviews soooo much, I'll need to be hooked up to an oxygen machine in my frenzied excitement.
THAT 300 MARK IS SURRRRRE LOOKIN TASTY..
Benny, seriously dude, do you WANT to go back out onto the lawn?
Dara really really appreciate the reviews to a almost uncertain degree and its almost humiliating how she drools when seeing the numbers on her stats page. So truly, thank you from the bottom of my storky legs.
From Benny the Flamingo.
Darasun: (ahem) Benny is my special friend. He's been there through thick and thin, through the Chardonnay and though the not so chardonnay, through those moments when I feel like screaming in frustration because the nutella jar won't goddamn open.
So thank YOU Benny, for those magical times, and for your understanding at times like when I accidentally stood on you because you match my carpet is such a perfect way. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------
"A what campaign?" Rory blinked.
"Tommy Hilfiger," Tristan said, leaning back into his seat opposite her in the limo, "I got the call from Roger before I left San Fran."
"Did you agree?"
"The offer's fantastic and Gary is really pushing for the publicity for the movie. I think he has director's syndrome now, lots of hair pulling going on."
"We've only got a couple of weeks before shooting starts.."Rory said uncertainly.
"Photo shoot. Ad. Small publicity interviews. C'mon, it'll be fun," She gave him a look, "Well at least you'll be with me." He said slyly.
She smiled. "What's the fragrance called?"
"Tom cat eye."
"Interesting name."
"Its Tom cat for him, cat eye for her."
"People are really into publicity these days." She gave a small grumble.
"I'll make it fun, I promise." He smirked at her sexily. She was getting sleepy, and beckoned him forward, pulling his tie towards her to steal a kiss.
"Gary-"
"-Its Tristan-" He smirked, switching seats to continue the kiss.
"-No, I was saying that Gary-"
Pause. "-Ought to be-"
Mumbling.
"-Sorry, what?" He licked his lips in a temporary lapse.
"-Gary ought to be grateful-"
"-How grateful?" He whispered.
She swallowed. "-Very grateful-" She whispered back in a low voice.
"-That?"
Pause.
"-That you can-"
"Hmmmm?" Tristan made a noise in the back of his throat, enjoying himself too much to really try to from any kind of proper sentence.
"-Use your excellent powers of persuasion-"
Lots of mumbling.
"-To persuade me." Rory shifted back a bit, staring at his swollen lips. "I hope Gary-"
"-Its Tristan-" He reminded her in a husky tone, reaching for her again.
"-I hope Gary-" She began again, welding him off briefly.
He cut her off. "-Screw Gary."
Long drawn out pauses and much mumbling going on.
Their driver closed the tinted window separating him in amusement.
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Rory watched Tristan in amusement, as he made a dramatic show of flopping down onto the lush couch and, flipping off his shoes in two different directions and covering his eyes with his hands.
"Sleepy?" She raised an eyebrow.
He made a confirming noise. Suddenly, Rory's cell rang.
Rory picked up to the monstrous sound of someone chanting: "You won! You won! You won!"
"Hi mom." Rory said with wry smile.
"Did you win?" Lorelai asked uncertainly.
"Actually, I did..and I mentioned you in my big ol' speech.."
"Oh my god! You did?" Lorelai screeched, "I'm famous!"
Rory laughed.
"I bet you looked all prettied up, huh? Ooooh, I can't wait to see! Stupid television stations, why can't they just show it now?"
"You'll see it tomorrow mom..god, I still can't believe I won."
"Of course you won!" Lorelai cried, "You're talented and pretty..and talented..and pretty and pretty.."
"The many sides of Rory Gilmore." Rory smirked.
Tristan groaned.
"Is pretty boy there?"
"Yep," Rory said, glancing at the sprawled out Tristan, "Riiiiight here. Would you like to speak to him?"
Tristan gave her a nasty look. She grinned back at him. "Sure, why not."
"Hello E.T!"
"I actually know what that means now." He remarked.
"At least you're not an alien dating my daughter," Lorelai said happily, "So, honestly, how did my child look tonight? Fabulous? Drop dead gorgeous? Absolutely stunning?"
"All of the above," He answered, "And I didn't look too bad myself."
Lorelai laughed. "A modest man. I like it."
Tristan smiled.
"So how did you fare tonight?" She asked.
"No miniatures of the world to bring home, but I had a great time. Plus Rory's face was priceless when they called her name."
"Shocked expressions..I wanna see..argh! Stupid television stations.."
"Hey, Rory wants to speak to you."
"..Mom, and guess what else."
"What? Oh, I like games!"
"Guess!"
"You can fly!"
"No, guess again."
"Oh my god again! You got the part."
"Bingo was his name." Rory said, grinning as Lorelai screeched again.
At this point, deciding to leave the two ecstatic females by themselves, since it sounded as if Lorelai was actually there with him in the room, Tristan got up and gave Rory a quick kiss on the cheek, followed by trudging to her bedroom for a worthy, long sleep.
"Do I get to go to the premiere?"
"Will what happened last time happen again?" Rory asked warningly.
"I cross my heart!" Lorelai swore.
"Then maybe."
Pause, then Lorelai piped up, "It wasn't like it was my fault, that stupid guy-"
"He was trying to take a picture mom."
"Still." Lorelai argued.
"And guess what else?" Rory suddenly remembered.
"Wow," Lorelai remarked, getting excited again, "You're having a good night! It is..er, good news right?"
"I'm pretty sure it is," Rory sat down, "I'm gonna be a Tommy girl."
Drawn out pause.
"No!" Lorelai said, awed.
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Tristan and I are the faces of his new fragrance."
"What's it called?"
"Tom cat eye."
"Do you get free promos? I love Tommy Hilfiger!" Lorelai begged.
"I'll send you some." Rory promised.
"That is soooooo cool," Lorelai said, "Is there an ad?"
"Yep!"
"I can't wait to see you two on screen! It'll be so cute! I hope you two can control yourselves while on set."
Rory laughed. "I'll try."
"Gosh," Lorelai sighed, "I love having a famous daughter."
"How're are grandma and grandpa?" Rory asked.
"Well," Lorelai eyes lit up, "They insisted on us going over to their house tomorrow to watch the awards, but I wanted to stay here because you know how they are with popcorn and chips on their Persian rugs, but apparently dad has just brought a new surround sound system and so."
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"Josh," I hissed, staring at my heavy-lidded companion, "Wake up! I think I see somebody."
"Well, of course you see somebody," He answered, yawning, "It's the freaking airport."
I rolled my eyes. "A celebrity somebody." I clarified.
"Who?" He straightened up slightly.
"I dunno, there's two of them, they're both wearing caps and sunglasses, I can't tell who.."I was craning my neck as they walked further and further away.
"Listen, can't we just call it a day?" He muttered.
I shifted the microphone onto my other hand. "Eric will can our asses."
"I hate that guy," Josh scowled, "Why doesn't he have to stake out freaking airports?"
I shrugged. "Dude, we need to go check if they were anybody.." I was looking around for the suspicious looking couple.
"Dude," He replied, stressing the word, "I don't want to have to go through this again."
I rolled my eyes again. "Seriously, I didn't see her daughter coming."
He rubbed at his shin. "Little kid had a sharp foot."
He began walking, forcing Josh to follow. "You've only got a note pad," He complained, "This camera weighs a ton!"
I waved a dismissive hand. "Stop exaggerating. And what, you want to let Ray and Jared get there first again?"
He paused and then shook his head, picking up the pace. "Guess not."
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ray, leaning against a pillar, smoking.
The cigarette froze halfway to his lips as he sprang to attention and grabbed Jared, by now all four of us following this mystery couple who could just be nobody, taking a vacation.but I wasn't willing to take the chance.
I was just behind the man as he turned around.
He seemed taken aback and a little wary, but otherwise no signs of running.
Hmm, maybe I was mistaken..
But no, all of a sudden, airport security came out.
I shared a look with Josh.
Dammit, why did this always happen to us?
Undeterred, Ray (who had already been arrested quite a few times or so I'm sure) was unfazed.
He stepped up.
Opening his mouth to speak, but one of the burly guards beat him to it.
"Mr. Dugrey has no comment."
Aha.
My eyes lit up, as did Ray's.
And what luck, I can guess by the brown hair that his female companion was no other than previous night's golden globe winner Lorelai Leigh Gilmore.
"Miss Gilmore," I said loudly, "How do you feel about last night's-"
The guard looked at me, his mouth in a tight line.
Josh was snapping away.
A guard reached for the camera threateningly.
Josh danced away and continued on taking pictures.
The couple seemed perfectly calm as they continued walking.
Ray- who was revving for some statements, faked a left and ran for it - followed clumsily by Jared.
"Mr. Dugrey! Word has it that Tommy Hilfiger is looking for stars for his new fragrance campaign and that you and Miss Gilmore are main contenders, is any of that true?" Ray rushed, panting after them.
Mr. Dugrey had stopped and Ray was eagerly awaiting an answer, his pen poised over that notepad I had come to loathe. "Well, I-"
A shadow fell across Ray. A stern voice said, "Clear out. They have no comment."
Airport security manager.
Drat.
Ray gave a fake smile while I was still locked in an arms battle with airport personal.
Double drat.
"If you'll just let him answer-" Ray insisted, watching Mr. Dugrey, who had, unfortunately begun to leave.
"-Clear out buddy."
Ray gave him an evil look before turning, beckoning towards Jared like an obedient puppy and walking away.
Giving me a grin beforehand.
Why does he always get the story?
I didn't even know about the Tommy Hilfiger campaign.
Eric really shouldn't keep information like that from us, the idiot.
Triple drat.
Celebrities equal gone.
The guard let me go. "You guys clear off too." He told us cautiously.
I nodded, agitated.
"Charlie, what're we gonna tell Eric?"
I thought for a moment. "That Reese Witherspoon's daughter kicked you, it hurt, and then we left."
"None of this Tristan Dugrey stuff?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Dude, technically, I don't know what you're talking about." I sighed.
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Rory finally checked for messages, as it had taken Tristan quite some time to leave.
Beep.
"..Rory, Kate darling here. I have a fantastic offer. How was your trip? Anita and Andrew had the biggest fight after you left over her choice of earrings..I was glad to be going, let me tell you..anyway, I'm stalling. I bet you've already heard about the Tommy ad from Tristan huh? Yeah, I've been on the phone to Roger..nice guy by the way, and Roger said that by now you should be convinced..give me a call, okay? Oh, P.S.: Love the speech. Ta ta.."
Beep.
"..YOU WON! YOU WON! YOU WON!" Then the distinctive sound of Ellie on the phone, "Rory! You won! You won!" Then the gruff voice of Luke, "Congrats kid," More muffled now, "Lorelai, she's probably tired.." A dramatic sigh, and then the sound of a short struggle, then, "..YOU WON! YOU WON! YOU WON! .."
Rory laughed.
Beep.
"Rory, its Lane. Hey, I know you have the awards thing to do, and I don't want to get in the way, but I'm in San Francisco right now for about a week for a convention, I know, I know, I said two weeks, but my boss just practically cancelled my little vacation..did you know he's really mean? Well anyway, if you're listening to this, give me a call because I am dying to see you! Cya Ror! ..And I hope you did well at the awards! If you did, congrats because it was completely fair..but if not, the votes were completely rigged.."
Rory couldn't help but smile as she eagerly picked up the phone.
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AN :
OH GOSH GOLLIE GEE WHIZ!
..I love you Benny, but seriously, shut up.
I would love reviews soooo much, I'll need to be hooked up to an oxygen machine in my frenzied excitement.
THAT 300 MARK IS SURRRRRE LOOKIN TASTY..
Benny, seriously dude, do you WANT to go back out onto the lawn?