Chapter Two: Absofuckinglutely

"So seriously, what are you doing in Boston" They were now seated at a table in the corner of the coffee house.

"Never one for subtlety, were you Finn? Well, I was offered a job up here reporting for the Globe, granted, it was reporting crap that no one would read, but the pay was decent, and my dad lives up here. So I decided to take the leap and go for it." she explained, going off on a small tangent. "Well, I actually went to New York after Yale, but it didn't really agree with me, so I came to Boston about two years ago when they offered me a job. I'm not enough like Carrie Bradshaw to live in New York I guess."

"I would have pictured you for more of a Charlotte anyway, minus the whole converting to Judaism thing, oh, and the overall spoiled ness. Besides, I could never see you writing a column about sex anyway."

"Oooh, we have a closet Sex and the City fan, alert the press." Rory joked back at him.

"Oh, I'm not in the closet, I admit it completely. And yes, I do realize that I just sounded like I was admitting to being gay" he laughed.

"So if I'm a Charlotte, then who would you be" She questioned, testing his apparent knowledge of all things Sex and the City.

"You mean it's not obvious? Who do I most remind you of?"

"Let's see, Australian, AA, and good looks? I'd go with Smith Jared, with hopefully less of a tendency towards women over forty."

"I'm insulted that you would compare me to a character that didn't even enter the picture until the last season. Although I do agree on the good looks issue."

"So who, pray tell, are you most like?"

"Isn't it painfully obvious? Mr. Big of course, the witty ass hole that we all love and that eventually reforms and gets the girl in the end."

"Interesting, I'll keep that in mind in case I ever run into someone else from college."

A half hour later, Rory was telling Finn about how her former roommate was doing.

"Wait a second, you're telling me Paris inspired a priest to leave the church for her, and then broke up with him a month later"

"It's true, the once Father Gary has now become an accountant and he does kids birthday parties as a clown on weekends, for extra money." Finn laughed along with Rory at this antidote.

"So how are the other two stooges doing?"

"Well, Colin married Stephanie about five years ago. He's working for his father's business, ready to take over the reigns in a couple of years. And Logan as you could probably guess is working for his father. It seems like he never has anytime to hang out though."

"That's great that you're all still friends."

"Yeah, well, we had a little trouble when I told them I was in AA. Colin was really supportive, and he even let me stay with him after I got out of rehab, despite Stephanie's protests. Logan on the other hand, got pretty angry at me when I tried to talk to him about it. I think he felt like I was trying to force AA on him because we drank together a lot in college. But I wasn't even thinking like that, Logan always drank in moderation and hardly ever got drunk. He wouldn't have it."

"Oh, Finn, I'm so sorry to hear that" Rory reached out and placed her hand comfortingly on his arm.

"Well actually, we ended up working it out about six months later, and we're almost back to where we used to be in terms of friendship."

"I'm happy to hear that" Rory said. "So what about you Finn, what have you been doing with your life?"

"Well, sometime after college I managed to get a law degree and I now am the most sought after divorce attorney in the Boston area."

"Wow, so I guess you meet a lot of newly single women huh?"

"Right, but most of my clients seem to be in their forties or older. For some reason I got a reputation with women who are married to rich husbands who are having affairs with younger women. They all think I'm gonna stick it to their husbands and make them pay for what they did.

"And do you?"

"Of course. I aim to please, don't I?"

She laughed at this and casually glanced at her watch. "Oh, wow,look at the time. Its 10 o'clock…And I sound like a seventy year old woman."

"Right, do you need me to take you home" Finn offered.

"That would be terrific."

"Let's get going then." Finn paid the bill and guided Rory towards the exit.

The car ride was mostly silent save the surprising musical choice of Frank Sinatra playing on the stereo, and Rory directing Finn to her home.

They pulled up in front of a two story birck house only a few blocks from the library they had met at earlier. Finn got out of the car and walked Rory to her door.

"Well Rory, I had a wonderful time tonight."

"So did I. You are even better company when you're not drinking."

"Thanks, I aim to please. Let me give you my card, you know for safety reasons."

"Riight safety reasons, I'll buy that." She looked down at the card he handed her. "Phineas? I never saw it coming. So do you have a brother named Gene?"

"Oh God, don't start that Separate Piece shit. When we read that in 9th grade I considered changing my name to something normal like George." He waited a second before continuing. "This would be the time that you gave me you number."

"Oh really now? Well, I guess I can comply just this once." She handed him a buiness card.

"Why thank you darling. You're too kind."

"So" she started hesitantly. "We should do this again sometime."

He contemplated for a second before replying with a smirk "Absofuckinglutely"