Sorry for the delay, I finally have some ideas for this story, and this chapter sets them up. Thanks for reading and reviewing, you guys are fantastic!

Logan was looking over a course catalogue when his cell phone rang.

"Mr. DuGrey."

"Mr. Huntzberger."

"To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"I was wondering about Rory."

"Her grandmother decorated her pool house in all pastel colors."

"Let me guess…"

"Rory hated it. But her grandmother thought it was 'young' and 'hip' decorations."

"So what did Rory say?"

"Nothing." Logan said flatly.

"Oh now see, I was getting some hope here."

"Sorry to disappoint you."

"We'll just keep going."

"I suppose. So, poker tonight at Finn's."

"I'll be there."

"Bye." Logan said, and hung up.

"How's the course selection going?" Shira Huntzberger asked.

"Just great." Logan said.

"I hope you are planning to take some business courses."

"Yes mom." Logan said, annoyed.

"Logan it's not unreasonable to expect you to prepare for the future. You're going to be taking over a business one day."

"I just heard this from Dad."

"Alright, but keep it in mind."

"I'm sure I won't forget."

He picked up his cell phone and called Rory.

"Can you come over?'

"Yeah for a bit." Rory said.

Ten minutes later, she walked in the door.

"Hey." She said.

"Hey." Logan said, kissing her.

They continued to kiss more and more fiercely, and began to tear each other's clothes off when Rory pulled away.

"I have to go."

"What's wrong?" Logan asked.

"I need to go. To…work."

"Work?"

"You know, repay society, whatnot."

"Oh. You can't blow it off?"

"No, I'm sorry."

"No problem. Kiss you later." Logan said a little sadly.

"Bye." Rory said.

"Tristan honey, do me a favor?"

"Yes Mom?" Tristan said, looking up from his school information. His dad wouldn't hear of him skipping a year of school, but at least Yale was looking up.

"I meant to leave these phone numbers at the DAR office, but I have to dash. Symphony luncheon and then an art gallery opening."

"Oh, so what do I do?"

"Bring them over to the office, silly."

"Oh. Alright then…" Tristan said.

"You're a doll." His mother said, kissing his cheek.

Tristan sighed and got into his car.

"Grandma, all the DAR ladies are going crazy over these party plans. How did you come up with this?" Rory gushed over the phone.

She checked her hair in the mirror and smoothed it down.

"Well, I put together some old ideas and livened them up a bit." Emily responded.

"This is going to be a wonderful function. By the way, did you hear about Mrs. Greene's nose job? Darla said it looks completely fake."

"Darla does have an eye for these things." Emily said.

Tristan walked in, flipping open his phone to call Finn and tell him he would be late. He approached the desk as he was punching in the numbers.

"Hi my mother Eleanor DuGrey wanted me to drop off these reports…Rory." He said, finally looking up.

"Tristan." Rory said, startled.

"Tristan?" Emily said over the phone. "Tristan DuGrey?"

"I'll call you back Grandma." Rory said.

"So…this is your new job."

"Yes it is."

"Logan didn't mention that."

"I haven't told him."

"Oh. Well, I have to go." Tristan said, turning to leave.

"Tristan."

"What?"

"Um…the reports?" Rory said, gesturing to the folders in his hand.

"Oh. Right." He said, putting them on the desk.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Tristan walked outside and leaned against his BMW, still a little shocked. He cleared off the screen on his cell phone and called Logan instead.

"It's not polite to be late to a poker party. Not very lucky either I've discovered." Logan answered.

"Guess who recently joined the DAR?"

"Please tell me it's not you."