Logan is finishing unpacking the last of Rory's stuff. He removes the newspaper from the fragile picture frames. He pauses for a moment admiring her pictures. Some of the pictures are of her family and friends, most of him and Rory. He smiles to himself but almost drops the picture when Rory bursts through the door with no warning at all.
"Jesus, Rory. What's wrong with you? I could have gotten a heart attack."
"I got the job." Rory says excitedly.
"What? What job?"
"The New York Times. I got."
"What? No way." Logan says just as excited.
"Yeah, they're putting me in their 9 month training course and if I survive, they're going to make me junior reporter." Rory says ecstatic.
Logan puts down the picture frame and quickly goes to Rory and hugs her. "Rory that's great."
"I know." Rory gushes. They pull away from the hug. "It's all starting to come true."
Logan smiles but realizes something. "Wait. Rory where are we going to live?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, in case you haven't noticed, The New York Times is in New York. We live in Connecticut."
"Right." Rory sighs. "But can we worry about that later? I want to celebrate."
"Ok. We'll hold this conversation for tomorrow and as for tonight, I'm taking you out for drinks."
"Logan, drinks with you mean me throwing up my insides all night."
"It's not my fault you don't know how to hold your alcohol, which is surprising since we've been dating for 2 years."
"I'm easing into it." Rory moves to the box that Logan was unpacking. She picks up the picture Logan had in his hand and smiles. "Do you remember when we took this?"
Logan moves behind Rory and gently runs his hands up and down her arms. "Like it was yesterday. It was our first charity event together as a couple. We'd been dating for a month, almost two, and I remember I saw you dancing across the dance floor with your grandfather. I remember exactly the way you looked."
"I probably looked like a doof."
"You were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. You are." Logan smiles in recollection. "You looked so alluring when your grandfather spun you around or when he dipped you. I was staring at you the entire time. You then caught me and winked at me. I knew right then that I was falling in love with you."
Rory smiles. "You got all of that from a picture?"
"I have more too. And we can spend all night remembering all of them but we need to celebrate."
"Bring on the drinks."
"That a girl."
OOOOOOOO
Logan opens the door to their apartment. Rory wobbles into the apartment. Logan isn't affected by the alcohol that much, but Rory clearly is. Rory tries to walk to the bedroom but she hits some roadblocks. She laughs as she trips on the coffee table.
"You are so drunk." Logan laughs with her.
"I know and it's all your fault." Rory says as she continues to giggle.
Rory finally makes it to the bedroom. She falls onto the bed. Logan follows her suit.
"I can't believe everything is exactly the way I want it. Everything is perfect and I'm not over-exaggerating either. It's perfect." She turns on her side to face Logan. "I'm marrying an amazing guy. We have an amazing place and I have an amazing job at the New York Times."
"Believe it. You deserve everything."
Rory smiles and then lies on her back. She chuckles. "God, I am so drunk."
"I told you that you can't hold you're alcohol. I'm fine, maybe a little buzzed, but I could have gone for more."
"I haven't been drunk since-"
"Since the last time I took you out." Logan finishes her sentence.
"Exactly." Rory sighs. "You do remember that we have that engagement party tomorrow night, right?"
"You remember quite a bit for being so wasted."
"You forgot."
"No, I didn't. I got a suit and I even bought you a dress."
Rory turns to Logan. "What? Why?"
"Well, I do want the future Mrs. Huntberger to look stunningly beautiful for our guests tomorrow night."
"Are you inquiring that I don't look beautiful without you buying me a dress?"
"Do you always have to question me when I do something nice for you?"
"I told you, I don't like it when you spend a lot of money on me."
"How do you know I spent a lot of money on you?"
"I know you."
"You can't just assume things, Ace."
"Fine, how much did you spend on it?"
"Not telling you."
"See I told you."
"Well you won't be complaining when you see it. It's beautiful. I can't wait to see you in it or to take you out of it."
Rory turns to Logan and scoffs. "You are lucky that I am so drunk I can't even see straight."
Logan chuckles. "Go to sleep. I'll go pick up the stuff you dropped."
Rory mumbles with her eyes closed. "Already ahead of you."
Logan smiles, gets up, and head to the living room. But not without stealing a glance at a peacefully sleeping Rory.
OOOOOOOO
Rory walks out of the bathroom all dressed up and ready to go while Logan is still putting on his shoes. "Ok, I'm going to ask you a question and you have to answer honestly. You take longer to get ready than I do-"
"That's not a question." Logan smiles as he interrupts.
"I'm not finished. Ok you take more time to get dressed than me, a girl, and you always manage to get the perfect dress and the perfect size………..So, are you gay?" Rory smirks.
"You're funny. Really, honestly, you're hilarious." Logan says sarcastically.
"I know, huh."
"In my defense, you took forever in the shower and you locked the door, so I had to wait to get my 'manly' things."
"'Manly' things?"
"My unmentionables."
"What are your unmentionables?"
"I can't mention them." Logan leers.
"Of course."
"And as for the dress, I want my fiancée to look beautiful in the best dress. And for the size, I've done a lot of research on you."
Rory scoffs and smiles. "Ok, so I've never had an engagement party. What am I supposed to expect?"
"I've never had one either. But I do know that it involves a lot of good wishes from and conversations with people whom we have no clue who they are."
"Well, I'm looking forward to that." Rory says ironically.
"I'm not, however, two words: open-bar."
"You're starting to sound like Finn. But it might be fun. You're sister is going to be there and all of our friends. It's a celebration for us."
"Yeah, you're right."
"Of course I'm right." Rory smiles. "By the way, I have direct orders from Colin and Finn to find out which of them is going to be your best man."
Logan groans. "They have been bugging me about it since we got engaged. I can't have two best men?"
Rory sympathetically shakes her head. "No, sorry baby but you have to choose."
"Well, I'll put you on the spot too. Who's going to be your maid of honor?"
"Lane.We've had a pact since we were younger that we were going to be each other's maid of honor and have each other wear ugly bridemate's dresses." Rory answers quickly.
"Damn it. You're always prepared. I'll just let them do rock, paper, scissors or something."
"That or you can always call Dr. Phil to help break down your feelings and figure out who it is that you really want." Rory jokes.
"Nah, I'll stick with rock, paper, scissors."
"Old school, nice. You ready?"
"Yeah, I'm ready."
Rory grabs Logan's hand, utters "Come on Princess" and pulls him out the door.