Disclaimer: Amy and Daniel Palladino, along with the rest of the WB, own Gilmore Girls. "Holiday" is owned by The Kinks.

A/N: I know, this isn't the story you wanted. However, I haven't done a Trory in a while, and I felt like I should. It will be a multi-chapter. Hope you like it!

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Of all the people he expected her to be with, Logan Huntzberger was not one of them. Finn even came on that list before Logan. However, with his own two eyes, Tristan DuGrey clearly saw Rory learning how to salsa with Logan. And she was enjoying it. What was more, Logan was as well. In the years Tristan had known Logan, he'd never had that much fun with a girl. Damnit.

Rory looked fantastic as usual. She looked the same as when he'd last seen her, except her hair was a bit shorter and she'd traded in her Elizabethan dress for a salsa one. Tristan momentarily forgot why he was there, until he saw his cousin walking over to him.

"It still amazes me how something as mundane as salsa lessons can be turned into a fiesta," Stephanie commented, nursing a margarita.

"That's what happens when Finn is put in charge," Tristan replied. The whole thing had been Finn's idea. It was Cinco de Mayo and since he wasn't able to go to Mexico, he thought he'd bring Mexico to the LDB. Nobody had the heart to tell him that while they salsa'd in Mexico, it wasn't their native dance. Hence the lessons during the big blowout he had planned.

Stephanie tapped her finger thoughtfully against her chin. "Though in retrospect, it was a good idea- we'd never have a party to salute drinking otherwise."

"And teaching a bunch of drunks how to dance was what, just a fluke?"

"I'm not the one who wanted you here, I can throw you out on your ass," she threatened.

Tristan was busy eye flirting with a girl across the room and only caught the end of Stephanie's statement. "Ass, you saw. Speaking of which, I see a piece I'd like, excuse me."

Stephanie rolled her eyes. "Perv."

"You're just jealous," he sing-songed. "See you later, cos."

"Bite me."

Tristan caught up with the girl in the middle of the dance floor. "Care to dance?"

She took his hand. "It would be my pleasure."

They started to dance; back, forth, back, forth, spin. He knew the basics, one of the many. "I'm Tristan DuGrey, by the way."

The girl's face showed recognition of the name, but she didn't call him on it. "Juliet."

"Only 'Juliet?'"

"I'm mysterious," she teased.

"I can tell." As he spun, he noticed Rory laugh at something Logan whispered in her ear.

"How do you know Finn?"

"I'm Stephanie's cousin."

She arched an eyebrow. "So you're the infamous cousin."

"Infamous? I like the sound of that. What lies has my dear cousin been telling you?" The charm wasn't the hard part; it was whether or not she'd fall for it. The girls of the LDB had spent more time around charming guys than other girls.

Juliet struck a mockingly thoughtful pose. "Let's see: suspensions, expensive cars, pretty girls falling at your feet, military school. You, Mr. DuGrey, have had quite the colorful life."

Tristan snorted. Right, colorful. That hadn't been the exact word his father had used. He decided now was the time to change the subject. "Dear Juliet, how did you get involved in this little charade? Not too many drugs were used, I assume, you seem pretty responsive."

"No drugs, just Colin," she admitted.

"Pining or ex?" he questioned. She looked down but didn't answer. "Ah, pining. And how's that going?"

She stumbled slightly, but gathered her wits back together and looked him straight in the eye as she answered, "It's going great. I think there may even be a fight for my honor in the near future; it depends on how much longer we keep dancing. How did you know?"

"It may be hard to believe, but I myself have pined."

"Not really, I saw you staring at Rory a few minutes ago." She looked past him, and nonchalantly added, "They're coming over."

Tristan sighed. "I figured they would. Logan probably wants her to meet the one person who is exactly like himself."

Juliet stifled a giggle and put on a straight face. "She recognizes you. She looks about as happy as this as you do."

He rolled his eyes. "You're so helpful, thank you."

"I can tell this is putting you on edge, so why not use this to my advantage?" She grinned. "What did this girl do, turn you down?" This time, Tristan was the one who kept quiet. "She did! How many times?"

"How far away are they?" he asked, a bit annoyed.

"Oh, not too far," she replied innocently. "But they're talking to Finn."

He glared at her, holding back a smirk. "You're cruel."

"Look who I've been hanging around with." She smiled up at him and gestured slightly. "You never answered my question."

"And which question would that be?" he challenged, giving her a smirk of his.

She smirked right back at him. "Again, I repeat, look who I've been hanging out with. Don't think you're going to charm your way out of this, no matter how cute you are."

"You think I'm cute," he teased.

Unabashed, she replied, "Yes, I do. Don't read too much into it, you're too young for me anyway. Now, do I get to hear the legend of Tristan DuGrey and Rory Gilmore, or do I have to guess?"

He ran a hand threw his hair. "Since I obviously can't charm or con my way out of this, you deserve something, though I have something else much more pleasurable that I can give you as a reward."

She giggled. "Seriously, you are too cute! But I want to know." She jutted her lip out in an exaggerated manner.

"How could I say no to a face like that?" he wondered aloud. "Okay, fine, here it goes. Rory and I went to Chilton together, and she was the first girl to reject me. I actually ended up liking her."

"And obviously it hasn't exactly faded," Juliet retorted.

"Well, no," Tristan confessed.

"Aw, that's so cute!" she squealed. "But you do realize she's going out with Logan, right? Like, this is his first relationship. Ever."

"Yes, I'm aware. I've known Logan for quite awhile," he dead-panned.

"How long has it been now? Six, seven years?" Logan added from behind him. Tristan froze, hoping Logan hadn't heard. "What were you two crazy kids talking about?"

Tristan let out a silent sigh and turned around. Rory's eyes widened, as she hadn't really believed he was there until she was standing right in front of him. He smirked and caught her eye. "Hello, Mary," he purred. She blushed, and he fought the urge to laugh. "I see I still have the same affect on you."

"You wish, I was just surprised," she countered.

"Mary, Mary, quite contrary," he taunted. "I think that you were caught off guard by my stunning features and my chiseled muscles."

"No, I think I was caught off guard by your ego slapping me in the face."

He smirked at her, again resisting the urge to laugh. She still had the same spunk he remembered. "I see you haven't changed." He eyed Logan. "Or maybe you have, Mary." He put extra emphasis his nickname for her.

She blushed again, her eyes burning as she got his meaning. "I don't see how that's any of your business."

Luckily, Logan cut in before either could do any damage. "I'm going to state the obvious here and say that you two know each other." He knew how Tristan could tease, and especially what the nickname meant.

"We have a long history," Tristan automatically replied.

"Unfortunately," Rory added.

"We went to Chilton together," Tristan explained. Logan raised an eyebrow in Tristan's direction, and he immediately regretted being such good friends with Logan. He had forgotten that he told Logan about almost every girl. Though he never mentioned her by her actual name, he was sure that he'd mentioned Rory one time or another.

"Chilton, you say," Logan mused. He turned to Rory, "How come you never mentioned that you knew Tristan?"

She made a cute face, wrinkling up her nose. "There was never a good time to say, 'Hey, when I went to Chilton, there was this guy that pretty much made my life hell and he grew up in Hartford, do you know him?'"

Tristan's face fell momentarily, but Juliet caught it. She squeezed his hand and quietly excused herself. "Is that really what you think of me, Mary?" His tone was teasing, but then it wasn't.

"Well, no, you did have your moments," she admitted.

He grinned triumphantly. "The moments where you found me so undeniably sexy that you had trouble containing yourself?"

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, those moments. Oh, you can just read me like a book, can't you?" she asked sarcastically.

He laughed. "One of these days, you're going to have to tell me how you ended up at Yale with a loser like Huntzberger."

"Kiss my ass, DuGrey."

Tristan licked his lips in an overemphasized way. "Bend over."

"I don't see Colin," Finn replied, appearing next to Tristan. He swung his arm over Tristan's shoulders and handed him a shot glass. Tristan took in Finn's appearance- he was wearing a huge sombrero and a knitted poncho, with nothing underneath.

Tristan watched as Finn fished a bottle of Tequila out from underneath his poncho and filled the shot glass up. He then handed Tristan a lime wedge and a pinch of salt. Tristan gazed at the scene warily. "Do I want to know where this all came from?"

Finn winked at him. "I have a tool belt on." He took out another shot glass and handed it to Logan. "Rory, love, there's margaritas at the bar. Stephanie already has one ready for you. I don't feel that you're ready to graduate to shots just yet. Maybe in an hour?"

Rory smiled at him. "Thank you, Finn. I'll let you boys have your pissing contest while I go talk with Stephanie."

"Bye, Mary." Tristan waved in a teasing manner. She rolled her eyes, but waved back anyway.

Once she was out of earshot, Logan and Finn both turned to face Tristan. "That's Mary? As in, your Mary?" Finn asked, disbelieving. "Sacrilege! Say it isn't so!"

"Sacrilege?" Tristan repeated.

"Shush, you're the one under interrogation here." He smirked. "Plus, I thought it would go with the bible theme you seem to be going on with. You realize she isn't a Mary, correct?"

"Logan, you sly dog," Tristan congratulated.

Logan held up his hands. "Wasn't me, man."

"Bag boy?" Tristan guessed with no small amount of disgust evident in his voice.

"Bag boy?" Logan echoed.

"About yay high, floppy hair?" Finn guessed. "Crappy, floppy hair. I never trust a guy with hair that is bordering on mullet."

"That's him," Tristan replied.

"Yeah." Logan made a face akin to the one Tristan made. "But this is not about him; this is about you- so, Mary, huh?"

"She's yours," Tristan surrendered. "Besides, she should be worried that I'm trying to steal you away, sexy."

Logan grinned and pulled Tristan into a huge hug. "Where have you been, man? We've missed you around here since you transferred."

"What can I say? Princeton has so many more perks than Yale. For one, you aren't there," he joked.

"That hurts. That hurts right here." Logan put both of his hands over his heart.

"And now would be the time for more shots," Finn interjected.

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It was almost three in the morning when people began to leave. Colin and Stephanie were passed out, and Rory was lulling in and out of sleep. Juliet and Tristan were still talking, and Logan had Rory propped up while he talked to Finn. Cinco de Mayo was officially over, much to Finn's dismay.

"I should probably spend the night here," Tristan suggested. He was intoxicated, and didn't think he could drive all the way to Princeton without falling asleep.

Finn took a huge bite out of a fajita. "Sounds great. Meet me in my room in five minutes? I have to freshen up first."

Tristan shook his head. "Nah, I'm too tired to flirt with you."

"Fine, be that way," Finn pouted. He laid his head on Juliet's lap. "G'night all, I'm sleeping here tonight."

Juliet laughed and pushed his head off her lap. "Not tonight, I think I'm going to go back to my dorm."

Tristan jumped up onto the couch. "'Night, I think I'm going to pass out here until June."

"Tristan," Rory sighed, her voice thick with sleep. The whole room froze- Finn's eyes flew open and Juliet paused with her hand on the door. Logan's whole head whipped around to glare at Tristan, who just lay on the couch torn between self-preservation and natural curiosity.

"Yeah, Mar?" he replied, trying to keep his voice as calm as one could be whose life hung in the balance with the answer.

"You should come by the dorm tomorrow." Oh shit, that wasn't a good answer. "Paris'll want to see you."

Tristan let out a breath, knowing that tonight would not be the night he died for "stealing" Rory away from Logan. It would not be a fun way to go- drunk, beaten to death with a bottle of Tequila.

There was silence for a few minutes, just the rhythmic breathing of people passed out and sleeping off their drunken states before Tristan said, "I think I'm going to leave before you get up tomorrow, I want to beat Friday afternoon traffic."

"You're coming out with us for Memorial Day though, right?" Logan questioned. "We're going wakeboarding."

"It's your favorite sport, Tris," Finn mumbled.

"I'll be there," Tristan honestly promised, finally letting the sleep he so desperately needed overcome him.

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A/N: If you feel the urge to review, please leave a holiday that you'd like to see incorporated into the story and I'll try my best to oblige. It doesn't matter what country it's native to, I can look it up.