Title: Junk In the Trunk
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Crossover: Gilmore Girls
Characters: Wesley, Lorelai
Disclaimer: I own diddily and squat. Joss and Amy own all.
Summary: All in the phrase
Word count: 412
Author's notes: This is me branching out and not doing my usual 'safety' crossovers. This is me growing as a writer. So if they're completely OOC, please call me on it.
Junk In The Trunk
"There's a lot of junk in that trunk."
"Excuse me?" Lorelai Gilmore snapped her head around, not sure if she'd heard what she thought she had.
"There's a lot of junk in that trunk?" The man said slowly.
"That's awfully rude of you to be talking about the amount of junk in somebody's trunk."
"I-"
"My butt is not that big, buddy, and even if it were it's not any of your business how big it is," Lorelai had turned and was now jabbing her finger excessively at the tall dark haired man. "Do you see me commenting on how flat your man boobs are, or that your hair is excessively neat. Who has hair that neat? Do you straighten it every night?"
"Miss -"
"And for another thing, I might come from a long line of bountiful booties. It might all be in the genes. That or I could be just wearing pants that make my butt look bigger than it actually is. Maybe I should get one of those signs they stick on car mirrors: Objects are closer than they appear."
"Miss, I wasn't talking about your, er booty," the man tried to suppress the laughter in his eyes.
"Then what were you talking about, buddy?"
The man pointed calmly to the trunk of a black convertible that was parked in front of Luke's. The trunk was open and various articles of black clothing were stacked messily, some even falling over the fender and onto the ground. Lorelai just happened to be standing next to the car.
"I'm afraid my associate didn't think he'd need a suitcase."
"I'm an idiot."
"No, I did say it rather loudly. I'm sorry you -"
"No, I snapped because, well I'm Snappy McSnapperton and I'm really sorry. Can I buy you a cup of coffee, or a new set of tires to make up for snapping at you for no reason?"
"I wouldn't mind a cup of coffee." He grimaced as he looked at the cup Cordelia had given him a few days before.
"I'm Lorelai Gilmore."
"Wesley Wyndam-Pryce."
"A man so nice they named you -thrice?" Lorelai tried to joke. "Is thrice a word?"
"Yes."
"So I owe you coffee, since you declined the tires."
"Yes."
"Will your associate who can't pack be looking for you?"
"No, Angel drove all through the night, he's already at the hotel catching up on his sleep."
"Okay, so Luke's for coffee?"
"Yes, please."
"Right this way."