Author's Note: Okay, Thanks so much for all the feedback. I love the questions, but most of them fall under the category of " If I told you I'd loose all suspense, and unfortunately, that is how I write, with my secrets. Most of the questions will be answered in chapters to come, and I so don't mean to sound like a hypocritical bth, but some things need to stay in my head a bit longer. I can say that Stars Hollow is in Colorado, and so far that is the only BIG change, but trust me, there WILL be more. So sit back and enjoy this chap.

Chapter 2

She fumbled with her keys as she pulled them from her purse. She had too many on the ring, three keys for her cars, two for her house, two for her other house, one for the liquor cabinet in the pool house, and a dozen more. Not to mention all the fun little key chains she had on there. Her favorite being the "remember my name cuz you'll be screaming it later". She had to giggle at that, her friends did have a point in that, of course it wasn't even really meant for her, she had stolen it from one of them, if she could only remember which.

She dropped the keys on the floor halfway flipping through all of them; she knew her dorm key was in her somewhere, she just wasn't sure where exactly. She let out another chuckle as she read the blurred yellow words on the purple sparkly plastic, "I'm perfect, everybody loves me". She definitely knew where she got that one. She had acquired that one tonight, took it actually, from one of her male companions. She had to laugh; they all seemed to give up a fight anytime she took things from them, though she always got them anyway. She could get almost anything out of any of them.

She brushed past the fuzzy little penguin, and the spinning dice she won at a casino night. She pushed past a few more rings holding keys until she held the one she wanted. She fumbled to slide the key into the door. She had troubles as the key was upside dawn as she tried to insert it. She gave a giggle as she turned it over. She laughed at herself as the key entered smoothly and she tried to turn it. Having no luck getting the door unlocked she tried turning it again. No luck. She looked down at the knob and frowned. She couldn't get it to work. Looking down once more she pushed the key in further and turned it. She grabbed the doorknob and forcefully pushed on it.

She slammed to the floor as she lost her hold on the knob. The door swung to the wall as a giggling Stephanie lay on the floor. She gently pushed herself into a sitting position as she grabbed for her coffee table to help her stand. Her head was spinning as she walked to the fridge for a bottle of water. Drinking it in one gulp she looked around the room. There were boxes strewn everywhere, mostly empty, a few extra blankets thrown over the couch, some books on the coffee table. It looked as if she had gotten a new roommate.

Stephani stumbled over to the couch and sat down. She took in the sight before her. It looked as if her roommate had been there a few days the garbage was full, and her slight mess from a few days ago was cleaned up. She grabbed one of the books and paged through it, small lettering, block print, and thick as all hell. That sure as hell wasn't her book; she still had a few days to buy them.

She let her head fall back against the soft plush arm of the couch as she kicked her legs onto the couch. Her dark blue hipster jeans made her movement stiff and hard for her to bend her legs too much. She dug the heels of her black Ralph Lauren boots into the other arm of the couch as she stretched out across, arching her back as she stretched her arms above her head. Her long sleeve, ruby red, lace v-neck shirt edged up her abdomen under her black Pea coat.

She shut her eyes as she brought her bottled water to her lips, the cool refreshing liquid slid down her throat as the stale taste of all the liquor she had consumed was washed away. She let her eyes slip close as she felt the spinning of the room subside. She had sworn to herself time and time again that she wouldn't get this sloshed this often, but she really couldn't help it. She had three "all important" reasons to go out time and time again. The "exotic" reason, the "ladies man" reason, and the "I want you but won't admit it" reason.

She was fully aware that she was "the girl" of the group. She was the girl who could have them at her beck and call with in a seconds notice, and she wasn't sleeping with a single one. She was the girl had the three all popular boys wrapped around her fingers in an ever convenient "If I need you, you better come running or face my mad skills as a drama queen". Of course she herself wasn't the only drama queen of the group. Despite being a male, and all around lady lover, Finn was notorious for his little out bursts, turned full-fledged tantrums as possibly a more effective, less cute version of drama queen Stephanie. So was the "beck and call" bit, she always seemed to be rushing to the rescue when there was a clingy girl, or a split dress at a party. Her friends may be animals, but they were in no way un-gentlemanly like.

She let her eyes ceremoniously shut as her mind drifted to sleeping off this soon to be hangover in about three hours when… BLURINGGGGGGG BLURINGGGGGGGG…

She reached out, hands searching all around her looking for the irritating noise. She wanted to sleep, that's all she wanted to do. She wanted to sleep the tremendous hangover she had right away. She very seldom had hangovers, but when she managed to slam an entire bottle of rum, raspberry flavored, by herself, not to mention the cocktails Finn kept setting in front of her she was bound to have a hangover. She hadn't had the best night and that ass of a blonde hitting on one of her boys did not make it much better.

She stumbled off the couch, and over to the door in the dim light of the setting moon. She settled her back against the wall as she let her head tip back. The ringing had stopped. She had taken too long getting onto the floor. She slowly leaned over falling to the floor to huddle up in sleep once again. She really didn't care where she was; she just wanted the pounding upset stomach to stop. She let her eyes fall once again as she fell back into a light sleep.

BLURINGGGGGGG BLURINGGGGGGGG…The noise sounded through the room once again as the blonde groaned in agony. She lifted herself off the ground and flipped the phone open. Staring down at the caller id she frowns, unknown number. She hated unknown numbers. It was always someone wanting something, usually one of her guys. Angrily she hit the send button and stayed silent for a second.

"Steph," The voice on the other end came. No response. "Steph," the voice called again. "Please, I'm begging you talk to me. We only have one phone call left between the three of us and…"

"And if I'm still mad at you," Steph groggily replied. "I was gracefully sleeping off my hangover when you interrupted. I don't really feel like moving so goodnight." She angrily flipped the phone shut as she grudgingly waited for the third call, she knew it would come, and it would be Logan this time. She walked into her room, picked out a pair of jeans and a grey Yale sweater. She walked into the bathroom, grabbed the bottle of aspirin before popping two and downing a glass of water. As she walked from the bathroom her cell rang once more in that all too familiar unknown ring tone as she grabbed her coat and headed out the door. Locking it as it slammed shut.

"I'm on my way," was all she said as the cold winter winds hit her face. She would kill them one of these days.

"New Haven Steph," was all she heard before she flipped the phone shut and got into her car, yes someday she would kill them.

She casually strolled into the room. Hair up in a messy bun strands dangling down all over the place. Her face was devoid of make-up as she had quickly washed it off before leaving her dorm. She scanned the room, early morning, before shift switch, not many people in the place. White walls, cement blocks, rather sterile, cold and unwelcoming.

"Hey Frank," She spoke as she walked up the counter.

"Morning Steph. How are you tonight," The man behind the desk in front asked.

"I've been better. Wish I were sleeping." She set he elbow against the counter as she allowed her weight to lean against it.

"Late Night?"

"Yeah, and this isn't helping." She groaned as her head dipped down slowly, as her hand ran simultaneously over her hair, ran a hand over her hair slowly before her eyes came up to meet those of Frank. "So what did they do tonight?"

"Damn, Isn't it a little late for the hard questions," Frank asked with a laugh.

"I think it's more like too early," Her response came with a yawn as her eyes shut softly for a moment.

"I really don't need to get a Stephanie Vanderbilt tongue lashing tonight. After dealing with a bunch of college students, your friends included, I've had just about enough." Frank spoke as he raised his hands in mock defense. "I'll just get Mike up here so you can have a little chat with them. See if your trust fund is worth their freedom tonight."

"That bad huh," Steph asked if another man came up next to her and led her back to the holding cells.

As she walked down the hallway Stephanie's mind filled with the past infractions of her three male friends. The list was long and many, she had been to this specific police station so many times she knew many of the cops by name. Most at the station wouldn't even bother letting them make the call. They'd just place the phone call and she would come get them. For them to actually be the ones calling meant that something major had gone down, or that they pissed someone off.

She let a frown grace her face as she looked into the cell with her friends sitting up, fully awake and very much focused on whatever was in front of them. She was about to rip into them when the cop beside her spoke.

"Steph I beg of you don't," Mike asked in a begging tone, "He just began focusing on the cards. The last thing any of us want to hear again is Finn singing that never ending song."

"The Lamb Chops one," Stephanie asked.

"It was a little tweaked," Mike spoke, his voice laced with pain, "It went something like… 'This is the glass that never ends. It keeps on filling up my'…"

"Enough said Mike. Singing isn't really your forte."

"It's not really Finn's either," Mike stated.

"Yet for some reason its put up with. He is Finn after all."

"Well I'll leave you to your interrogation. Keep the bloodshed to a minimum please."

Steph watched as Mike walked away. She was beginning to wonder who the bars were meant to protect. She turned back to watch the advancing card game. It was always a wonder the things these boys did to amuse themselves as she heard Colin grumpily mumble something.

"Come on Colin. If you're going to play go fish you need to really play. Say Go Fish like you mean it." Finn slurred, as he was still slightly drunk.

"Finn if I had wanted to play I wouldn't have put up a fight. Now go Logan. Hopefully Steph will get here soon."

"You got any three's Finn." Logan asked. "She may not be coming. She didn't sound happy."

"Goooooooo Fish!" The pitch Finn put to the go continued to grow with each o he added. It would have been a moo had it not started with a g.

"Got any eight's mate."

"Which mate," Logan questioned.

"Eight mate," a puzzled Finn responded.

"Which mate," Logan coolly asked.

"Eight mate," Finn again stated.

"Which mate," Logan pressed again.

"Logan, you must be loosing it, I said eig…"

"Give it a rest. Here's your eight," Colin replied as he threw the card at his friend.

"You're to easy Colin. You again Finn," Logan replied with a grin.

"Got any three's Logan my man," Finn asked as he looked at the cards in his hand.

"Here," Logan stopped mid throw of the card as he looked at his friend. "What was that again buddy."

"Logan, not this again." Finn said throwing his arms in the air, "I said three. You got any."

"Yes, but I think you should give me yours."

" And why would I do that?" Finn, now standing looked a little crazy. "You trying to cheat me out of my cards."

"No Finn. I'm not, but you're trying to cheat me," Logan said as he looked to his friend.

"What are you talking about? Are you implying that I have, at some point in this game cheated?" Finn was standing now, flailing his arms dramatically as he made a point to stand on the bench and look down at his friends.

"Finn just give Logan the three," Colin asked as he tried to calm his friend.

"I think you're cheating. That must be it." Finn said as he sat down and looked at the two across from him, "Logan man, if you wanted to take advantage of me in my inebriated state you should have done it earlier. I'm not as susceptible to your good looks and charms as I was earlier in the evening."

"Finn if I was to take advantage of you I myself would need to be much more intoxicated, but as it is just give me the damn three."

Finn tossed the three over as Steph watched Logan's stack of cards continued to grow. Finn began to mumble something as her purse slipped from her arm, it's contents spilling to the ground. Bending down to pick up the fallen items she looked up to see Colin holding her lip-gloss. She forcefully took the tube from his hands as she stood. She wasn't happy with them, and she wouldn't let any of them break her, she wouldn't give in.

"You're welcome," Colin spoke as he stood to look at her.

"You're welcome," her voice came out a few decibels too load making Finn stir from his sleep and crash to the ground with a loud thud. "You get arrested, wake me up from my peaceful sleep on the couch. Most likely wake up my roommate and all you have to say is you're welcome!"

"You're a little testy tonight Steph. Been laid lately?" The words flew from Colin's lips as a smile graced them.

"Well I was on the way to it when a certain three started the big brother act. Hell you scared even me away.'

"That's all well and great love," Finn spoke surprisingly sober, "But what's this I hear about you having a new roomie. Is she cute? Can I…"

"I don't know Finn, but Logan if you sleep with this one so help me god I will make your life a living hell," Her voice held a warning tone they seldom heard.

"You sound so certain I would want to sleep with her. I haven't even met her. She could be butt ugly, warts and all," Logan said as he leaned back on the cool cement blocks that lined the cell.

"Logan all you need is blonde and obsessed with you and you'd screw on the spot. So don't give me that shit."

"You can't argue with her their mate." Finn spoke as he stood, "So when do we get out of here?"

"When you tell me what happened." Her arms were folded over her chest and eyes wandered from the three of them.

"I think were all safer with you not knowing."

"Logan, if I didn't want to know I would have just given frank the bail money and waited in the car. Speak, or you can sit here until I'm done shopping."

"Steph That could take hours, even days." Colin whined.

"Oh enough loves. Colin you'll have a pretty black eye, and Steph you'll still be sex free for a while. There was a fight, this and that were broken, cops were called, and here we are." Finn said rather quickly, "So can we go now? I want to sleep, it would be better if Rosemary could join me but that idea seems to be shot."

"You all owe me," Steph said as she walked down the hallway back towards the desk that Frank still sat at. She wasn't happy, and she knew there was more to the story, but like Finn she just wanted to sleep.

"Mike's getting them out," Frank spoke as Steph walked up to the counter pulling out her checkbook.

"That should cover bail, and any damages to the cell," Steph said as she handed him the check.

She began walking towards the door as her three friends walked out of the hallway she had just come from. They all had there belongings and walked reasonably well for the amount of alcohol they had consumed. She frowned again as she walked out of the police station doors, The winds had picked up and she was cold again. From behind her Colin saw her shiver and came up to her.

"It really wasn't that bad," He spoke wrapping an arm around her hopping to make her a little warmer.

"Oh but it is," Finn spoke as he wrapped an arm around Logan's neck and dragged him up next to Steph before draping his arm over her shoulder.

"And why was it so bad Finn," Logan question.

"Because mate. I have no never ending glass."

"Finn," Colin's tone held warning.

"What?"

"Don't do it," Logan added.

"Do what," Finn asked as he broke away from the Stephani and Logan.

"Finn," Colin and Logan spoke at the same time. But it was too late as there friend was already dodging in and out of the parked cars singing once again.

"You so owe me," Steph whined as Logan placed an arm over her shoulder and the three walked to her car, listening, and watching Finn.

"This is the glass that never ends. It keeps on filling up my friend. Some people started drinking it not knowing what it was, and they'll continue drinking it forever just because this is the glass…"