Author: GrapeSmshr
Coupling: RoryFinn
Rated: PG
Posted on: 3-10-05
Thanks to: otownroxx, my lovely sis (who supports and encourages my love of all things Finn)!
A/N: I'm sooooooo sorry I didn't post sooner. I am currently writing a Trory fic, so I've been focusing on that one instead of this one. But never fear; I would never abandon my RoryFinn goodness! Hence, this chapter. Hope you guys like it as much as I do. With that said, read on and enjoy!
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Chapter 3: Bars
After calling her mom back and hearing about Finn's promises of coffee galore, Rory decided to cash in and upgrade to breakfast, which Finn also graciously offered to pay for even though he was highly aware of just how much food her tiny frame could pack away. Rory never was one to turn down free food.
They contentedly stuffed themselves, then once again took to strolling around campus. This time Finn made certain that they were ambling at a leisurely pace.
"So, what's next on our agenda?" Rory asked teasingly, bracing herself for the answer. There was no telling what kind of scheme Finn would manifest. Most of his ideas were nebulous and equally questionable.
"The day is still young, and the world is our oyster," Finn answered promptly, adding a skip to his step.
"Which means...?"
"It means, love, that we can so whatever the hell we want," he elaborated with a grin.
"Ah." As they rounded a corner, they saw a large and very noisy crowd off in the distance. "I hope they don't decide to stampede," Rory said, nodding toward the group. "I wonder what's going on."
As soon as the words fell past her lips, she instantly regretted them. Finn wasted no time in grabbing her hand and all but dragging her down the long stretch of sidewalk and over to the crowd, which was seemingly more large and boisterous up-close.
There was a lot of shouting, and people were waving huge signs around. Rory couldn't make out their words, but she could tell by their signs that it was some kind of protest. "Admit defeat, don't eat meat?" Rory read, trying to suppress a giggle.
"You would think Yale students would be more creative and intelligent with their sign making." Finn shook his head sadly.
"So you want their signs to say 'Refrain from ingesting animal flesh and instead enjoy the wonderful world of vegetarianism'?"
"I liked the rhyming sign better," Finn informed her, laughing as she playfully shoved him. "Come on, let's get out of here."
"Gladly." Just as they started walking away, the shouting increased, and people were now starting to scatter. They pushed in-between Rory and Finn, separating them. "Finn!" Rory cried, alarmed. She ducked past a few people and reached for his outstretched hand. "Stay with me!"
A pair of handcuffs snapped around their wrists.
"I think that goes without saying, doll," Finn said, eyes narrowing at the campus policeman whom the handcuffs belonged to.
"All right, you two, you're coming with me," he said loudly, trying to usher them through the throng of people.
But Rory wouldn't budge. "What's going on? Why are we in handcuffs?"
"Because you're being arrested," the officer answered snidely, rolling his eyes.
"We didn't do anything!"
"Protesting on this campus is expressly prohibited."
"Well, there you go!" She planted her feet firmly as he tried to pull her along again. "We weren't protesting!"
"So you were just here because you liked the crowds?" the officer asked sarcastically.
"Hey now, there is no need to be rude to the lady," Finn interjected, receiving a scowl from the officer. "Don't take her in, officer. I brought her here."
"Finn, no!" Rory objected, tugging her handcuffed arm toward her so that Finn stumbled forward. "We didn't do anything wrong," she hissed, free hand gripping his shoulder.
"I know that and you know that, but Officer Friendly over there does not," he said quietly.
"So you're trying to save me?" she asked indignantly, putting her hands on her hips and inadvertently tugging him even closer.
"Are you two done conspiring over there?" the officer interrupted with a sneer. "Because I do have a schedule to maintain here."
"Officer, I-"
"Save it, buddy. You're both going in."
Rory exhaled noisily, nostrils flaring in anger. She took a few deep breaths as she glanced around at the other poor souls who were handcuffed as well. She turned to Finn and joked weakly, "Think they'll give me coffee in jail?"
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The phone rang once. Rory clutched the receiver tightly in her hand, eyes darting away from the officer standing in front of her. Two hours later, the New Haven police finally allowed them the obligatory phone call, which Rory was making for the both of them.
The phone rang twice, and Rory's grip tightened. There had been much debate over who to call. They tossed around the idea of calling Logan or Colin, but neither Finn nor Rory was too keen with that. Rory had no desire to speak to Logan, and Finn knew his two roommates would never let him live this down. Paris was still out of town. Lane was out of town, which wouldn't have been a problem had she not also been completely broke. Lorelai was in New York on business for the rest of the day. Her grandparents or Finn's parents were never an option.
That left only one person.
On the third ring, someone picked up. "Luke's," said a gruff voice. The sound of the lunch crowd buzzed in the background.
"Uh, hey, Luke," Rory stammered nervously, twisting the phone cord around her finger.
"Rory?"
"Yeah, it's me. Hey, are you busy?"
"Well, it's the middle of the lunch rush right now," he answered slowly, like the answer should have been obvious to her. "Are you ok?"
"Ok? Yeah! Well, actually, no. Not really." She glanced over at Finn, who gave her a nod of encouragement from behind the steel bars. "Do you think you can get away for a couple of hours and come up to New Haven?"
"Rory, what is going on?"
"Well, I'll give you the story later. Let's just say that there was a misunderstanding. A huge misunderstanding."
"A huge misunderstanding," Luke repeated.
"Yes, exactly." Rory laughed hollowly, then said seriously, "Could you bring some bail money?"
"What?"
Rory took a deep breath. "I'm in jail."
"You're in jail!" Luke exclaimed in disbelief. The diner patrons immediately grew quiet so at to try to catch the tail end of what had to be a most interesting conversation.
"Um, yes?" Rory said timidly.
"I'll be right there."
"Thank you, Luke."
"Oh, and Rory? Don't talk to anyone."
At the sound of the dial tone, Rory hung up the receiver and was escorted back to the jail cell she was sharing with Finn. When he looked at her expectantly, she just shrugged and said simply, "Luke told me not to talk to you."
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I was totally going to make this chapter longer, but then I thought, nah, let the masses squirm a little! Aren't I so sweet? Hahaha! Anyway, I had way too much fun writing this. And since next week is my spring break, I'm hoping that (in-between my hectic work schedule and concert going) I'll have the chance to write another chapter or 2.
Thank you heaps and loads for the reviews! I do so love to hear what you think about this fic and my writing in general. Hell, even if you wanted to leave a review to just say hello, I'd appreciate that too! I love you guys!
Until next chapter, then. Peace out, and happy spring break to all of you fellow spring breakers!
