Rory sat down on the bed. Because Tristan was so rich, each girl got her own room in the long "hotelish" hall that spanned the third (or was it fourth) story of his mansion. The room was nice, simple and elegent. A name card on her pillow said "Lorelai" in fancy calligraphy. An ornate alarm clock ticked wistfully from it's spot on the nightstand
She arranged herself on the bed and looked where a man stood with a video camera. "Ready?" He asked, aiming it calmly.
Rory nodded and looked directly into the black lens of the camera. "I met Tristan today, stepping out of the limo. His stance, his smirk, everything made him come across as a complete smug idiot. He just had this "I have money, I have looks, I'm on TV please throw yourself at me!". When I say that I willingly admit he's good-looking. Physically he's very attractive. But...augh. I was immidiatly repelled by everything else, especially the smirk-"
Tristan sat on the bed and bounced slightly, testing the mattress' springs. He smiled slightly at the camera, it was sheepish, the smirk was gone.
"It was a lot easier than I thought, or hoped it would be. It was actually fun at times, I'll admit. When I met the girls none of them seemed turned off in the least way about the smirk I had...I was kind of disappointed by that. Out of the twenty-five ladies, only the fifth, or was it sixth? Mary-Rory-Gilmore. I'm probably going tokeep the jerkiness up by calling her Mary throughout the show. She seemed concerned by it-"
Biff suddenly entered the room, cutting the interview short. "Tristan you were FABULOUS! Turn that camera off Mark, this is a business meeting!" Biff's charisma turned off with the camera and moved to a more business like tone.
"You were perfect. Those girls were falling for themselves for you! The point is to be a jerk, but wecan't have any of the girls turning on you so soon in the show! Make sure that you have enough charm and charisma to outweigh all of the jerkiness. Like that wink and gaze you gave Gilmore, Lorelia, her. Yeah, it confuses her enough and it'll keep the audience on ABC."
Ok?"
"We started airing thepreviews, justteaser shots of you and the women and the plot ideaand after we flashed just you, we went up in the polls." Biff cuffed Tristan's shoulder heartily. "Excited, mate?"
"What else is coming?"
"Oh simple stuff. You'll spend the day with all of them at a country club, you'll send some to the spa, take some golfing with you, take some swimming. You'll eliminate one girl in the spa group, one in golfing, and one in swimming. Then you'll take them all back here for dinner and we're stealing from "Who Wants To Marry My Dad" and you do something called a Martini every night. You'll pick one girl and take her out to the veranda for a chat and a martini."
"Sounds good."
"How did you like the girls?"
"They're all very nice."
"I must say that champagne bottle bit was priceless. We're probably going to get a whole ten second preview teaser out of that! Prime-time my man!"
Tristan let a little egotism slip into his pleased smile. "That sounds awesome."
"No kiddin!" Biff looked around the lavish apartment. "This is a big step from your Princeton dorm room is it not."
"Not impressed." Tristan smirked a little. "I'm from the big time."
"Right. You can visit a few of the ladies if you'd like. Intercom system right there." Biff jerked his finger to the phone.
"It's one in the morning!" Tristan protested.
"So?" Biff winked and pointed to the camera man "Roll 'em."
Tristan smiled slightly to the camera. "Wow, this jerk thing is kind of tough." He picked up the phone and looked at the list to all the different girls.
He dialed Mary.
Rory jerked out of her sleep at the shrill ringing of the phone. She snatched it up without opening her eyes. "Unless you have promises of coffee hang up!" She'd forgotten where she was. Only fate destined that the phone in this room was in the exact place as her Yale dorm.
"Mary, mary, mary! Don't be so harsh!"
"Tristan?" She realized where she was and jerked around where a camera was already set up in her room. "Oh my gosh."
"Yes, I know. Lovely wake up call isn't it?"
Rory sighed and rolled over in her bed. "It's 1:30 in the morning."
"Perceptive, Beautiful."
"What is it?"
"Actually I'm just bored." She could almost imagine him shining his nails on his shirt, laying on the bed with a casual and annoying flop.
"Did you try sleeping? It'll knock you out for a good eight hours." She retorted
"I know a better way to knock me-" He began.
"Tristan you did not call me to-" Rory jumped in angrily.
She didn't get to finish though, because Tristan hung up with a dignified click.
Tristan rose with the sun, he was dressed by the wardrobe ladies who dressed him up in clothes his father would have worn in his early twenties. A tight, white long sleeve shirt with a V neck, slacks. His hair was gelled back and he selected a pair of expensive Oakley sunglasses. He snapped at himself in the mirror, faking the confidence he didn't have.
Though Rory had gotten her own room, she was sharing a bathroom with Janette, the stately swimsuit model next door. Rory brushed her hair and glanced nervously at the camera set up, watching her every move. Janette stood beside her, carefully applying lip liner and checking over her outfit.
"We're going to a country club today, aren't you excited?" Janette inquired peppily.
"Yes." Rory lied politely.
"Hopefully I'll be in the swim group. I look great in a swimsuit."
"I don't want to be in the golf group." Rory said. So I won't whack him with a golf club for waking me up and hanging up on me!
"You don't golf?" Janette asked suspiciously.
"I'm good driving golf carts." Rory replied lightly, before breezing out of the bathroom.
Tristan sat in the golf cart, three other ones were parked behind. He pointed to the girls to fill them. Specifically choosing Rory in this group. He'd heard the stories of Rory visiting her grandfather. This oughta be good.
"So who's riding with who?" Diane made a beeline to sit next to Tristan.
"Gilmore." Tristan jerked his head toward the seat next to him and looked at her pointedly.
She raised her head. "It's ok, I like being in the driver's seat." She moved toward the cart behind him.
"Aggression!" He smirked and jerked his head in a gesture back to his car. "You can drive Mary." He slid over into the passenger side
Rory walked, head high, and sat down next to him.
"Comfy?" He asked her with a smirk as everyone took their places in the other carts.
"Unlike you'll be." She muttered shortly, before slamming her foot onto the gas pedal.
Shorter chappy I know. Thanks to all my reviewers! R/R please.