Later that afternoon Rory had just finished an article for Doyle and was on her way to her dorm to get some research in for next her term paper. She knew Paris had lab that night and Doyle was scared to be around her alone ever since she let Finn play around with his stuff one night so he would stop taking all of her stuff (not that that stopped Paris from letting him as if it was hers) and was thrilled at the prospect of some alone time before her night out with Tristan.
After checking the board for any new messages she went into the suite. "Doyle! What have I told you! Keep your bare feet away from my stuff; keep your bare anything away from my stuff! Go to Paris's room if you feel the need to discard any clothing, or better yet go to your room, don't you live around here?" Rory screams at the tiny man with impatience. Why me? I could barely handle him as simply my editor. It's hard enough to stop Paris from going into details; I don't need visuals of ANY kind.
"Paris wanted me to wait for her here, I can't use her room." Doyle responds. "And as your editor I expect some more respect Gilmore, especially seeing as I'll be picking my replacement soon enough."
Paris strolls out of her room. "Like that'll be hard. No one does any decent work in that joke of a newspaper."
"It's chosen by votes and recommendations Doyle, not just you." Rory says as if he was a five-year-old. "And, that has nothing to do with how I speak to you when you invade my suite."
"Our suite Gilmore. I bring Doyle here just as much as you bring Huntzberger. And its just Doyle, not a whole crew of drunken frat boys like you bring." Paris states emotionlessly.
"Don't you have lab tonight anyway Paris, I wasn't expecting anyone to be here." Unless you were lying to me in order to trap me into something. Not that I would find it completely unexpected.
"Cancelled. Doyle and I are going out so you'll still get your quiet study time. Just remember this the next time I want the place to myself." Paris starts walking out the door with Doyle in tow and grabs her purse on the way. "Oh, and tell the Australian never to go near my room again, I mean it."
"Bye Paris." Rory waves as Doyle closes the door. What did Finn do this time? I should stop admitting I know him; I can't take him anywhere anymore.
Rory walks into her room and dumps her armload of books by the door, thinking about how much time she had to do everything. Okay, it's almost six now. I should probably call Mom; she'll want to know what's going on. And I need to make sure she hasn't forced Luke into a sugar coma yet. That should take about forty minutes, if I'm able to keep her on topic. I can pick out my outfit then, meaning that I should be able to get in an hour or so of studying in now. Now where is that book Paris said helped her on her paper last term? Then she turns to her bed to look for said book only to find a comfortable recumbent specimen.
"Finn!" Rory jumps a little then moves to swat him with a stray pillow. "Scare a girl why don't you?"
"Aw Kitten, I scared you? Sorry, didn't mean to do anything like that." Finn replies with a casual smile on his face.
"So why are you here?"
"To see your beautiful face of course."
"You saw my beautiful face yesterday."
"Yes, but that was yesterday. Today is a different day, surely you know that Doll."
"Uh huh. I seem to remember a couple of month ago when you went, what was it? Oh yes, three full weeks without seeing my 'beautiful face'." Rory points out, glaring at Finn. I know you have something to tell me, get on with it Aussie boy I have work to do.
Finn dramatically grasps his chest. "Oh, the pain. That hurts Ror, you know I did not mean to abandon you for so long, I was just called elsewhere."
"Yeah, the elsewhere with booze, leggy redheads, and all kinds of girls who surprising found your arrogance charming." Rory says rolling her eyes as she continues her search. "Now, I have work to do, what do you want?"
"Come to the party with me." Finn states plainly.
"Another party? Finn, I went to the last one." Plus I really have work to do; I can't go through Yale like you do, elitist slackers. Oh, and I have a date.
"But this one is themed."
"The last one was themed. I believe the theme was 'Drunken College Students Rebelling Against Family Obligations.' Everyone really got into it too, I must say." Rory says sarcastically.
"Funny, I don't remember that being posted anywhere. Then again I was reviving my attempts of getting with Rosemary and someone had just stocked the bar, could have just missed it." Finn starts to get up. "Now will you come?"
"No, I told you, I'm busy tonight."
"Right, the ever important call with the lovely Lorelai followed by hours of work on a paper I'm sure is not even due for another couple of weeks broken up by viewings of C-SPAN. Exciting life you lead Kitten. But, I promise you, you come tonight and I'll leave you alone to catch up tomorrow."
"I'm calling Mom after I work on my paper. And for your information C-SPAN is very interesting, you just don't like it because all of the females are fully clothed." Rory says as she starts to push Finn out the door. Ugh, why are you being so difficult? Ten minutes, get you out now and I may still be able to do something before I'm behind schedule.
"Or you can call your Mum as you walk over to the party with me." Finn says as he reenters the bedroom.
"Next time Finn, I promise. Just let me be studious and social in my own way, please."
"No, you're way isn't working. Let's try my way again."
"I don't believe my date would appreciate me standing him up to go to a party with you." Oh no, why did I say that? Now he's not going to leave until he can threaten Tristan.
Finn stops and stares, "Wait, you have a date? What about Logan?"
"You know Logan and I aren't exclusive." Why is everyone expecting me to stick by him when he has all of them?
"Bloody close! You two are practically attached to each other!" Finn replies passionately. "Why would you do this Rory?"
"Finn, stop will you? I don't need you to judge my lack of relationship."
"Oh no, it is a relationship. You two are just too blind to see it. Now cancel that date and come with me so that you and Logan can make everyone around you nauseous." Finn says as he grabs her arm lightly and starts swinging it as he motions towards the door.
"No, I promised Tristan I would go to dinner with him. Plus I haven't seen him since high school, we have some catching up to do." Just let me go, I still have twenty minutes before I need to call Mom.
"Tristan? I've never heard you mention a Tristan. Is he from Stars Hollow?"
"No, Hartford, we went to Chilton together for a while."
Finn narrows his eyes. "What's his last name Love?"
"DuGrey." Rory replies questioningly. Oh no, what's going on in you head little boy? I see that thing in your eyes; nothing good can come out of that. "What are you going to do Finn?"
"Me? Oh nothing, now I must be going, have fun." And with that Finn gracefully left through the window, stumbling slightly as he hit the ground running.
When he got back to the guys' dorm he burst in. "Okay boys, new plan."
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