Chapter 2
Always change for the better...or hey the worse
January-4 months after her birthday
Rory looks into her mirror and smiles at what is looking back at her, a punk, a slut, a party girl, etc. Rory laughs as she puts her fourth eyebrow ring in. 'life is... fun' she thinks to herself. over the last 4 months she successfully got rid of her good girl, virgin Mary, innocent look. She is a wild woman ready to explore and ready to have the fun her mother always joked about. 'If only she knew....' Rory thinks. On Friday nights she is the innocent Rory, but only around family and Stars Hollow. Everybody else knows her for her parties and for her drunk way of living. but she is still Rory, still getting a 4.0 and still studying. Nobody could say she was wasting her life.
Someone knocks on her door. She looks up, and smiles wickedly. 'this will be fun' she thinks. she goes over to her door and hesitates. What if it's mommy? Pops in her head. After all Lorelai has been saying things like: "I never see you anymore" "You've changed so much" and "blah blah blah" (after awhile anything Lorelai said was translated to blah blah blah.)
"Who's there?" Rory asks.
"Your booty call!" A male voice answers.
Rory opens the door and starts kissing the man without even looking at him. She leads him to her bed, then to her conservative, no sex, roommates bed. And without hesitation she took off her shirt and then started to fiddle with his belt. The man puts up no objection.
An hour later, Rory walks into a bar wearing a black halter top that leaves no imagination, and a matching mini skirt. She walks into the back room and grabs a waitress apron.
"My my ror you're looking flushed! What was his name?" A woman around Rory age, Gwen, accuses.
"Gwen, come on you know me, I don't know their names. But I'll name him Gray eyes, he had gray eyes, when... well you know."
"no, I don't, remember I'm still a virgin. please continue, when he..."
"Fuck you Gwen, when he reached his peak. Get it now?" Rory angrily walks out of the room to the hopping bar scene.
She serves a few drinks then a mysterious man pulls her into a kiss, his hands squeezing her ass, his other hand slipping a fifty dollar bill in her halter. She steps out of the kiss and drags her finger along the mans face then across her lips. She backs up with a look of pure dirty thoughts written across her face. "I love my job." She says aloud to anybody who could hear her.
"Break time Gilmore, Smith, Langter, and Bishop." The boss yells out on the floor. When nobody makes a break for the back room he stands up on the bar. All the employees look at the clock and the people whose name was called all scurry off to the break room to enjoy a shot of vodka and chatting for over a half hour.
Rory walks into the room and takes her shot like a pro, without a chaser and without a funny face. She plops down on the black sofa and starts counting her tips.
"How much you make?" A blonde girl, Laney Smith, asks.
"so far, about $178.50. A guy, who had blue eyes tipped me a shot of tequila, so I passed and Jim gave me the $4.50 that it would cost. Stupid blue eyes." Rory rolls her eyes. She doesn't bother to ask Laney how much she made in tips because she doesn't care. Gwen walks up to Rory and sits down next to her.
"Shit you made a lot and you have another 6 hours to work. Lucky." Gwen pauses. "How'd you get of Friday night dinner?" She asks almost looking forward to Rory's panic look. It never came, no sigh, not even a 'Oh shit'
"I forgot about it. Well Fuck that. I'm going go find a guy to screw real quick, okay?" Rory says.
The truth was that ever since that night, she had stopped caring, stopped feeling. And then in December it was final, any emotion she was feeling disappeared like her pregnancy.
Please tell me what you think.
January-4 months after her birthday
Rory looks into her mirror and smiles at what is looking back at her, a punk, a slut, a party girl, etc. Rory laughs as she puts her fourth eyebrow ring in. 'life is... fun' she thinks to herself. over the last 4 months she successfully got rid of her good girl, virgin Mary, innocent look. She is a wild woman ready to explore and ready to have the fun her mother always joked about. 'If only she knew....' Rory thinks. On Friday nights she is the innocent Rory, but only around family and Stars Hollow. Everybody else knows her for her parties and for her drunk way of living. but she is still Rory, still getting a 4.0 and still studying. Nobody could say she was wasting her life.
Someone knocks on her door. She looks up, and smiles wickedly. 'this will be fun' she thinks. she goes over to her door and hesitates. What if it's mommy? Pops in her head. After all Lorelai has been saying things like: "I never see you anymore" "You've changed so much" and "blah blah blah" (after awhile anything Lorelai said was translated to blah blah blah.)
"Who's there?" Rory asks.
"Your booty call!" A male voice answers.
Rory opens the door and starts kissing the man without even looking at him. She leads him to her bed, then to her conservative, no sex, roommates bed. And without hesitation she took off her shirt and then started to fiddle with his belt. The man puts up no objection.
An hour later, Rory walks into a bar wearing a black halter top that leaves no imagination, and a matching mini skirt. She walks into the back room and grabs a waitress apron.
"My my ror you're looking flushed! What was his name?" A woman around Rory age, Gwen, accuses.
"Gwen, come on you know me, I don't know their names. But I'll name him Gray eyes, he had gray eyes, when... well you know."
"no, I don't, remember I'm still a virgin. please continue, when he..."
"Fuck you Gwen, when he reached his peak. Get it now?" Rory angrily walks out of the room to the hopping bar scene.
She serves a few drinks then a mysterious man pulls her into a kiss, his hands squeezing her ass, his other hand slipping a fifty dollar bill in her halter. She steps out of the kiss and drags her finger along the mans face then across her lips. She backs up with a look of pure dirty thoughts written across her face. "I love my job." She says aloud to anybody who could hear her.
"Break time Gilmore, Smith, Langter, and Bishop." The boss yells out on the floor. When nobody makes a break for the back room he stands up on the bar. All the employees look at the clock and the people whose name was called all scurry off to the break room to enjoy a shot of vodka and chatting for over a half hour.
Rory walks into the room and takes her shot like a pro, without a chaser and without a funny face. She plops down on the black sofa and starts counting her tips.
"How much you make?" A blonde girl, Laney Smith, asks.
"so far, about $178.50. A guy, who had blue eyes tipped me a shot of tequila, so I passed and Jim gave me the $4.50 that it would cost. Stupid blue eyes." Rory rolls her eyes. She doesn't bother to ask Laney how much she made in tips because she doesn't care. Gwen walks up to Rory and sits down next to her.
"Shit you made a lot and you have another 6 hours to work. Lucky." Gwen pauses. "How'd you get of Friday night dinner?" She asks almost looking forward to Rory's panic look. It never came, no sigh, not even a 'Oh shit'
"I forgot about it. Well Fuck that. I'm going go find a guy to screw real quick, okay?" Rory says.
The truth was that ever since that night, she had stopped caring, stopped feeling. And then in December it was final, any emotion she was feeling disappeared like her pregnancy.
Please tell me what you think.