A/N: I don't own any Gilmore Girls characters or anything. This is my first Gilmore Girls story, just a heads up. Also I am going to apologize ahead of time for my grammar and spelling errors. I hope you like the story.

"Here, this should cover the tab and a cab," Logan said without even looking at Rory before he turned away and walked out of the pub.

Rory just stared down at the money wondering how this all happened. It wasn't like her and Logan never fought, just his reaction to Jess was disappointing. She thought he wouldn't be such a jerk to her old friend. She didn't even want to think about what Jess must be thinking of her with this entire situation. Not just the situation, my life, she thought to herself.

Pulling herself together she picked up the money and went to go pay for the drinks that had been consumed over the course of that so-called dinner.

Rory stepped outside to the rather cool air. She didn't feel like heading back to her grandparent's house, and going over to Logan's was out of the question. She noticed a bar on the other side of the rode and decided a drink didn't sound back. Of course she could have just gotten another one in the pub, but it now reeked of memories, which she hoped would be drowned at the bottom of a bottle for the time being.

Walking up the bar the bartender asked for her drink. "Umm, compilation please," She answered kindly. She took a seat and set her purse down besides her. Within a moment her drink had arrived and she thanked the bartender.

Within seconds after taking her first sip of her drink she heard, "Reporter Girl?"

She turned toward where she thought was the origin of the sound and saw Finn walking towards her. "Oh, hi Finn," she greeted him. Well isn't this lovely, Logan runs away, I run into his friend's, she thought to herself.

"What are you doing here mate? And surprisingly alone. Didn't Logan say he was gonna surprise you tonight?" Finn inquired.

"Yeah, I just got done with the dinner with him," Rory told him.

"But love, that does not answer the question as to why you are here, alone," Finn pointed out.

"I wanted a drink," She said while picking back up her barely touched drink and taking another sip to empathize the point she had just made.

"What happened to Logan, doll?"

"He left," she answered simply.

"Why is that?"

"Umm," She tried to think if she should just tell him and make him stop talking.

Before she could decide on what she should do Finn had already decided for her by stating, "Something happened. Don't worry love; I'll just get it out of Logan. But for now, this drink," he said pointing to the glass in front of her, "Is not what you need to drown your sorrows. Excuse me, mate, can this young lady have a straight vodka."

"Finn…" Rory started.

"No need for thank you's love. I know how to take care of drinks according to moods. Some say it's a skill, I say it's a talent," Finn stated, obviously showing he had been drinking before Rory had gotten there.

"Finn, where'd you go!" they both heard from the other side of the bar. It was some red head that was walking over to them.

"Oh my gosh love, I'm terribly sorry! This is my dear friend Rory, and see she's been havin' a rough night and is dire need of some sympathy. So why don't we continue what we were talking about another night doll?" he said getting up and kissing her cheek.

"Alright Finny," the red head said and bounced away. Rory couldn't help but laugh at her. Finn just smiled at her and asked, "What?"

"First if all, were there no other competition for her tonight or something?" Rory asked now laughing.

Finn was laughing now too and replied, "Hey, for your information, she happens to be fabulous in bed."

"True love, huh?"

"Of course, and if only I could remember her name I'd propose to her right now," Finn admitted laughing.

"And would go something along the lines of, 'Well, you are the best fuck I've ever had so please be mine, until you die?'"

"I couldn't think of a more perfecter way to word it love," Finn said taking another sip of his drink.

"Prefecter's not a word Finn!" Rory stated to him.

"My God doll, you definitely have not enough to drink. Mate? Yes, I would like another drink and make hers the same.

"Finn, no, what are you drinking?" Rory asked.

"What you need to be drinking love," Finn said smiling and looking straight into her eyes.

Rory and Finn drank and talked for over an hour. Rory succeeded in getting piss ass drunk and Finn getting worse than he actually was- if it was possible. A little over two hours the two stumbled out of the bar laughing and singing. Finn had his arm around Rory and she holding on tight. He pulled her toward her car while she was going through her purse for her phone.

"I've gotta call a cab," she stated still laughing a little.

"Where you living love?" Finn asked.

"Grandparent's," she said simply with disgust.

"Emily and Richard's?" He asked, and she nodded. "Why the despicable attitude towards them my dear?"

"Because! Lately all they've been wanting to do was control me, like they tried with my mother and-" she started but soon Finn's finger was over her mouth shh'ing her quiet while taking away her phone and stated, "Why don't you stay at myself tonight- No Logan by the way."

She just nodded and got into his car and he drove off towards his apartment.