I lean against Finn lightly, feeling his arm come around my shoulders. "I'm sorry!" I tell him. "You were right. This is great!"

"You, love, are drunk."

I grin. "I am. I really, really am."

"But on the other hand, of course I was right. I'm always right about when a person needs Foster's."

I giggle. "I'll never doubt you again." I tell him, pulling my ringing cell out of my pocket. "You are so paying the charges for this call." I tell him, hiding the send button as I grab my glass. "Lorelai Down Under, please hold." I say into the phone as I take a drink of my Foster's.

"Ace?" Logan's voice asks.

"Hi Logan!" I say happily. "What's new?"

"Not much. Where are you? I stopped by your dorm, but Paris said you'd disappeared."

"I'm at the pub with Finn." I explain. "I ran into him, and he said I needed a drink. He was right."

"Are you drunk?"

"I'm very drunk." I offer. "Very, very drunk."

"Okay, because I'm at the pub, and you and Finn aren't here."

"Not that pub. They don't have Foster's at that pub."

"Did you just say you're drinking Foster's?"

I take another drink and roll my eyes at Finn. "He doesn't listen very well, does he?" I ask.

He shakes his head. "Never really has love."

I hand him the phone. "You talk to him. I'm going to get us more drinks."

He takes the phone. "Logan, mate, what's new?"

I grab the money Finn hands me and make my way to the bar, paying for another round of drinks for our table, then make my way back when the bartender offers to have a waitress bring them. I take my seat next to Finn, who is still on the phone with Logan, and turn to his friend Jason. "So. Tell me more about our friend Finn." I smile him.

"Well, you've apparently figured out that he likes to play with peoples' minds by pretending not to know them. He's also one of the most loyal friends you'll ever have. Especially if you drink Foster's with him." He pauses. "With any of us actually. The bond of drinking Foster's together is an important one."

I nod. "That's good to know."

Finn holds the phone in front of my face. "He's being stubborn. I think he's upset I stole you for the weekend."

I take the phone, and look at Jason. "We'll finish this conversation in a minute Jason." I say, and then hold the phone to my ear. "Can I help you Logan?"

"Where are you?" he asks sharply. "I get that Finn thinks it's a stupid question, and that the answer should be obvious, but the only thing I can think of is that you're in Australia, and that would be pure insanity, because why would you go to Australia with Finn for a beer?"

"Blasphemy!" I shout into the phone, and then pause. "Sorry, they've brainwashed me. We're at Shalahan's." I tell him.

"Ace, the only Shalahan's Finn is willing to go into is in Sydney."

"Yes, I know." I look at Jason. "He really isn't getting this whole thing where Finn and I are in Australia. Have you met Logan?"

Jason nods slowly. "He doesn't like me much. I have more history with Finn than he does."

I hand the phone to him. "You tell him we're in Australia. I think he's in denial."

He takes the phone. "Hello mate…yes…yes…well, in his defense, I've heard the book she was reading was awfully boring…well they can't go back now, they're too drunk. No way will they be allowed on a plane…I think they're going to the concert hall tomorrow. Finn said they didn't have to be back until Sunday, something about a dinner…right then." He hands me the phone again. "He wants to talk to you."

"Yes?" I ask, taking a drink from the pint the waitress has just brought.

"You're seriously in Australia with Finn?"

"We're drinking Foster's." I remind him, shaking my head at Finn, who grins.

"He always was a little slow." Finn offers.

"Paris is freaking out Ace." Logan offers carefully. "Apparently you missed your classes."

"That's because I was on an airplane to Australia. We've covered this a few times now Logan."

"Yes, but I still don't get why."

"I figured out his game, and he stole my book." I pause, and then look at Finn intently. "Wait a second. Where's my book?"

His eyes go wide. "What book?"

"The book you stole from me Finn!" I poke him sharply in the shoulder.

"Ow! That hurt love! It's probably still in the car I stole from Logan and put in Park n' Fly." He rubs his shoulder slowly.

"You deserved it." I mutter. "Logan, Finn left my car in your book." I complain.

"What? That's not even possible Ace. How do you leave a car in a book?"

I pause. "That's not what I said. I said he left my book in your car."

"No, you didn't."

"Whatever. I'm drunk Logan. And Finn stole my book!"

"And it's in my car." He deadpans.

"Yes. Finn took my book. We got in your car. He drove us to the airport. We got on a plane. He left my book in your car when we parked in Park n' Fly –

"What car?"

"That is not the point of this story Logan. The point of this story is that Finn stole my book and now I don't have it."

"Alright." He pauses. "I understand, sort of, what happened."

I smile. "Finally! God, for someone who's sober, you're being awfully thick."

"I still don't get why."

I pull the phone away from my ear and stare at it. "This is getting ridiculous." I mutter, putting the phone back to my ear. "Because Finn said my book was boring, and decided I needed a pint of Foster's."

"Put Finn back on the phone." Logan clips.

I hold the phone to Finn. "He wants to talk to you again."

"I can't talk to him love, he's pissed I stole you."

"I'm not a toy. I could have called for security. He wants to know why we're in Australia."

"For a pint of Foster's. Well, obviously, more than one, it would have been silly of us to come all the way to Australia for one pint. It's your fault though. You're the one who was reading a boring book in the pub."

"He doesn't believe me." I hold the phone towards him again.

"Then hang up, love." He says calmly, nodding at the phone.

I stare at him. "Good point." I end the call, and turn back to Jason, leaning into Finn as his arm comes around my shoulders. "How does that song go again?"