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It was a sunny day and Lorelai was walking to Luke's. Charles ran ahead of her. Although he was limited by his shiny new leash, he still took the time to eagerly sniff everything he passed. As the pair approached Luke's, she debated with herself whether or not Charles should accompany her inside the diner.
"Sure, why not? It will give me an excuse to get Luke's attention. HOLD IT! I did not just think that!" She mentally kicked herself as she held the door open while Charles rushed in to greet the well-loved smell of food. Following Charles in, Lorelai shortened the leash and pulled Charles to the counter, where she perched herself on a stool, waiting for her next adventure with Luke to begin.
"Coffee?" Luke asked, coming out for the kitchen.
"Yes please," Lorelai said with a giddy smirk although Luke had already poured her some.
"What are you so happy about?" Before Lorelai had a chance to answer, Kirk, sitting at the nearest table, managed to spill his drink. Startled, Charles yelped from under the counter where he had been sitting obediently.
"Oh great," muttered Luke. He grabbed the wet rag he used to wipe down the counter and went to clean up the lemonade that was dripping from a puddle on the table to an even bigger puddle on the floor.
Luke wiped up the mess on the table, and then bent down to clean the floor and found himself face to face with a little yellow puppy. Following the dog's lead up past Lorelai's legs ("Wow, she really should wear those tight jeans more often," Luke thought. Now it was his turn to mentally kick himself), he found that the dog was attatched to Lorelai. He looked up from the ground.
"This your dog?"
"Oh, Charles?" she asked, acting clueless although she knew perfectly well that he was referring to her dog, since there were no other dogs in the diner.
Luke let the comment go, skipping right on to the next question. "What is 'Charles' doing in my diner?"
"We were on a walk and I wanted coffee," Lorelai answered as if it were this happened daily.
"There are no dogs allowed in this diner."
"Really? Because I don't see a 'NO DOGS' sign next to that oh-so- wonderful 'NO CELL PHONES' sign," Lorelai replied, lowering her voice to announce the messages of the signs.
"Lorelai," said Luke, actually calling her by her name for once, "is a restaurant. Food is served here. There are health regulations."
"He doesn't have fleas, or rabbies, or even a little cold."
"He's a dog. 'No shirt, no shoes, no service'," Luke quoted, "and that's it!"
"Fine, you don't have to serve him. He doesn't want anything."
Having finished cleaning despite his interruption, Luke returned to his spot behind the counter again and took Lorelai's coffee away.
"Hey!" Lorelai gasped, " That was mine, not his!"
"Get the dog out," Luke said sternly.
Lorelai rose and Charles followed her.
Pausing before she left, Lorelai turned around and declared, "You better be arranging a delivery service or something, 'cause I'm not leaving my baby home alone!" Then she spun around and left.
It was a sunny day and Lorelai was walking to Luke's. Charles ran ahead of her. Although he was limited by his shiny new leash, he still took the time to eagerly sniff everything he passed. As the pair approached Luke's, she debated with herself whether or not Charles should accompany her inside the diner.
"Sure, why not? It will give me an excuse to get Luke's attention. HOLD IT! I did not just think that!" She mentally kicked herself as she held the door open while Charles rushed in to greet the well-loved smell of food. Following Charles in, Lorelai shortened the leash and pulled Charles to the counter, where she perched herself on a stool, waiting for her next adventure with Luke to begin.
"Coffee?" Luke asked, coming out for the kitchen.
"Yes please," Lorelai said with a giddy smirk although Luke had already poured her some.
"What are you so happy about?" Before Lorelai had a chance to answer, Kirk, sitting at the nearest table, managed to spill his drink. Startled, Charles yelped from under the counter where he had been sitting obediently.
"Oh great," muttered Luke. He grabbed the wet rag he used to wipe down the counter and went to clean up the lemonade that was dripping from a puddle on the table to an even bigger puddle on the floor.
Luke wiped up the mess on the table, and then bent down to clean the floor and found himself face to face with a little yellow puppy. Following the dog's lead up past Lorelai's legs ("Wow, she really should wear those tight jeans more often," Luke thought. Now it was his turn to mentally kick himself), he found that the dog was attatched to Lorelai. He looked up from the ground.
"This your dog?"
"Oh, Charles?" she asked, acting clueless although she knew perfectly well that he was referring to her dog, since there were no other dogs in the diner.
Luke let the comment go, skipping right on to the next question. "What is 'Charles' doing in my diner?"
"We were on a walk and I wanted coffee," Lorelai answered as if it were this happened daily.
"There are no dogs allowed in this diner."
"Really? Because I don't see a 'NO DOGS' sign next to that oh-so- wonderful 'NO CELL PHONES' sign," Lorelai replied, lowering her voice to announce the messages of the signs.
"Lorelai," said Luke, actually calling her by her name for once, "is a restaurant. Food is served here. There are health regulations."
"He doesn't have fleas, or rabbies, or even a little cold."
"He's a dog. 'No shirt, no shoes, no service'," Luke quoted, "and that's it!"
"Fine, you don't have to serve him. He doesn't want anything."
Having finished cleaning despite his interruption, Luke returned to his spot behind the counter again and took Lorelai's coffee away.
"Hey!" Lorelai gasped, " That was mine, not his!"
"Get the dog out," Luke said sternly.
Lorelai rose and Charles followed her.
Pausing before she left, Lorelai turned around and declared, "You better be arranging a delivery service or something, 'cause I'm not leaving my baby home alone!" Then she spun around and left.