Rory yawned and stretched. Where the hell was she? She opened her eyes and looked around. "Finn…?"
"Yeah?" He asked sitting across from her.
"I thought we were going to a fair. Are you abducting me?"
Finn smiled and shook his head. "No, but I am taking you to a shopping center in New York."
Rory looked at him, she knew she must have been giving him the strangest look. But words only escaped her for a second. "New York? New York! What the hell is this!"
"Well Paris came to me with a plan and it was that we needed you back in school and we needed you to get off your ass and quit moping. She really couldn't do anything as she has no money so we talked to your grandparents and they agreed to pay for your shopping trip and I'm paying for everything else." He smiled as if the plan was nothing unusual. Then again knowing Finn maybe he did do this on occasion.
"Oh okay, well now that you explain it… You kidnapped me. You could be arrested you tricked me!"
"Chill out, I did not kidnap you, trick yes. But you can't just sit around and do nothing. So Mitchum doesn't think you'd make a good journalist. Who cares, there's a hell of a lot more people out there than him, and everyone else thinks your great. You're a girl, you like shopping and New York is fun. So we're going to get you off on a new foot, Huntzberger free. Logan's a buffoon anyways. Mitchum was born into money so he didn't even earn it."
Finn stopped quiet suddenly as if words had escaped him. Rory wasn't surprised she was amazed he even knew that many words. But then she didn't see him when he wasn't inebriated very often.
"I like you better when your drunk."
"You're very pretty." Finn plastered on a cheesy smile.
"Don't even."
"You know the house could always use a pet. I know you use to want a dog, we could get one. I like dogs."
"I want a cat." Rory said dryly.
"Or a cat." Finn nodded.
"Okay so it's not that bad." Rory said grabbing a bag
"I think it's time for dinner." Finn looked at his watch. "And beer."
"No beer." Rory put an arm around his waist lazily.
"No beer?" Finn looked at her strangely. "I'm afraid I am disinclined to acquiesce to your request darling."
"But who will protect me from the New York gangsters Barbosa?"
"If we're attacked by gangsters then I'm going to need to be drunk to fight. I'm more of a lover not a fighter."
"I've noticed."
"Lets go to Franks Café." Finn said opening the door for Rory with a flourish.
"Frank is such a strange name."
"Ma, named him frankincense on account of he smelled so sweet." Finn muttered almost inaudibly.
Rory looked at him gleefully. "You've seen that movie!"
Finn turned surprised and looked at her. "I may have…been forced to watch it a few times."
"Marry me?" Rory laughed getting into the car and scooting over to make room for him.
"Anytime, but you should know I'm a firm believer in premarital sex." Finn directed the driver where to go and leaned against the window. How good he looked in the setting sun didn't escape Rory.
"No one even mentioned sex."
"No one needs to mention it love." He smiled in what Rory assumed to be an attempt to be suave.
"I've noticed. So what made you decide to do this…all this?"
"You're my friend, I've done crazier things to make my friends happy. This is tame." He yawned and shrugged offhandedly.
"Well thanks." Rory grinned some rummaging through some bags and putting on large movie star sunglasses.
"Where in the hell did you get those?" Finn laughed taking the pair she offered him.
"When you went pee, I looked in that little shop."
Finn shook his head marvelously but put his on. "How do I look?"
"Very handsome."