The doorbell rang. Lorelai stood up and tripped over an empty can of beer. The room spinned in circles, and the more that she tried to walk in a straight line, the less she realized that she was zigzagging.

"Lukey!" Lorelai cried, and she flung her arms around him.

"What the-are you drunk?!"

"Tell me something I donno mister!"

Luke felt a bit embarrassed at how intimate Lorelai was acting. "Uhhhh, Nicole's in a comma,"

"Well, that's just dandy izn't it?" she swooned, slurring her words.

Luke's mouth dropped open when he noticed a collage of empty cans and bottles littering the kitchen floor, they all had one thing in common - alcohol. "What the hells' going on here?" Luke asked, grabbing her hand so that she didn't fall over on her face.

"I've popped open the cabinet and had a little pardy.want some boos?"

Luke stared at her in disbelief, "no I'm fine thanks,"

"You know what I've always like bout you Lucas?"

"No, and I'm not sure that I want to,"

She spilled the beans anyways. "You are always very polite, but you usually say what you are thinking, and it's very sexy,"

Luke laughed nervously, but his features were overtaken by an expression of pure concern.

Lorelai was the strongest women he knew, some might say his role model, other's a love interest, but to him she was just Lorelai Gilmore, a name that summed up all the nice things in the world and shoved them into a pretty package. He had never seen her like this before, and he hated to see it now, because it made her less perfect then he wanted her to be,

It made her human.

More coming soon.