A/N: Wow okay another one…I will try to keep updating all of these…this idea popped at me in my sleep…I hope you like it……LIT….Oh Yeah…I don't own Gilmore Girls or the Cassie Steele Song.

She sat at the bar staring at the stools they had just left. Her own husband took a trip to New York for 'business.' Of course she got suspicious and came to a hotel. She went to a club and saw Logan sitting with a blonde hair girl. She walked in hiding her face and sitting in the back. She watched them laugh and kiss. She was disgusted.

"Another?" The bartender asked her. Rory nodded asked the girl poured her another drink. Rory took a sip. She contemplated everything that had happened. She had fallen under his spell. He would be doing this all his life just like his dad, a playboy. She watched a three guys walk in.

"Come on, it's your birthday man," A guy said.

"I'm seriously going to sue your asses, I have a lot of work, and I have a new case to work on," Another guy said. Rory rolled her eyes. Her heart stopped she knew that voice.

"Lighten up Jess, a night or alcohol and hot girls is all you need," Rory knew what she needed to do. She needed to get back at Logan. She let her hair down letting her bangs fall in her. Then she took the sunglasses off.

"Bartender, three beers," Jess said.

"What do we have here," One of Jess's friends said coming up to her.

"All alone little girl?" The guy asked.

"Strike one, bad flirting, Strike two, I'm not little," Rory smiled.

"Feisty one," The guy laughed.

"Strike Three, false assumptions, you're out," She said turning away from him.

"Adam stop hitting on girls, you're engaged remember?" Jess said coming up.

"Oh come on, you try, she's looks like your type," Adam whispered but Rory heard.

"Miss, I'm sorry to interrupt, sorry if he's troubling you," Jess said. Rory was scared to turn around.

"Hi Jess," She said turning around.

"Rory,"

"How are you?"

"Good, I'm good, actually I'm great," He smiled.

"That's good, I mean great, I mean,"

"Yeah I get it, so you're um married?"

"Wait how did you.."

"The ring on your finger, damn it's huge," He pointed. She nodded. Adam and Jess's other's friend came up to him.

"Jess, here is you beer," His other friend passed him a bottle.

"Rory this is Adam and John, Guys this is an old friend Rory," Rory practically choked on her drink. Friend, What the hell? She thought.

"So Jess, Adam and I spotted a group of three hot girls over there," John pointed to a group of girls who all had short skirts and belly shirts. Rory rolled her eyes.

"I'll pass, we're going to catch up," Jess looked her. John and Adam went off leaving them alone.

"So um happy birthday," Rory smiled.

"Thanks," Jess looked down at the ground.

"Wow this is awkward,"

"Yeah,"

"What is it you seemed to know how to have complete sentences until I start talking to you,"

"Look Rory, last time I saw you, you told me to leave, I poured my heart out to you and you shut the door into my face,"

"You hurt me, You left without telling me, I didn't want you to hurt me again," She looked at everyone dancing. A slow song came on

"I'm sorry," He finished his beer.

"Look it's your birthday, do you want to dance?" Rory asked him.

"What?" He was taken aback.

"I don't have a birthday present for you, so do you want to dance?" She took his hand and led him to the dance floor. He placed his hands around his waist and her arms slid around his neck. She closed her eyes taking in the moment.

So the mourning after heartbreak got me tearstained


And all my cries have hurt my sides in losing you pain


All these bruises and misuses will become scars


Just a norm for tragic born with all their broken hearts


I'm losing grip


Only holding on by finger tips

"What are you thinking about?" He whispered sending chills down her spin.

"The Prom,"

Cry crimson tears without you


Cry crimson tears without you


Cry crimson tears without you


Crimson tears

"Sorry I couldn't take you,"

"Yeah me too,"

So the morning before heartbreak has not yet broke


But my heart bleeds through my flesh in crimson I soak


All this pain corrupts my soul discolored within


All the crimson is my prison formed from tainted skin

"Close your eyes Rory, pretend this is the prom," Jess whispered. Rory obeyed. When the song ended she opened her eyes and for a minute felt like she was 17 again. He leaned in and she thought he was going to kiss her but instead he whispered, "We're not 17 again Rory, you're married."

"But can't we be 17 just for this one night," Rory asked breathing in his smell.

"It's been nice seeing you Rory. We should hang out again sometime," Jess gave her his business card. She stared at him as he walked out.


I'm losing grip


Only holding on by finger tips

Cry crimson tears without you


Cry crimson tears without you


Cry crimson tears without you


Crimson tears

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