I walked into the darkened main hall and leaned against the door jam till I was sure everyone noticed me.

I smirked, King was in the middle, dancing with a bodacious chick I hadn't seen before. "I wondered why they darkened the dance floor." I said loudly, stepping in and further announcing my presense. "It's so no one can tell that King can't dance."

He whipped around and scowled at me. "Let's see you bust a movie Ken Doll? Or can't the rich boy dance without his servant telling him where to step?"

I shrugged. I had known that the challenge was going to come. "Who here has attended and passed an advanced charm school?"

"Charm school? You've got that bad of an attitude eh, DuGrey."

One girl raised an eyebrow, then stepped foward. "Level 7."

this dance was because even though in reality it's a simple, four-count dance, it moves fast and looks quite A

"Perfect." I turned back to King. "Try and keep up, huh?" I looked over where everyon started to circle the dance. floor. A part of me was nervous that this dance was going to be considered wussy, but with girls in the audience I should be all right.

King angrilly grabbed his girl's hand. "Pick your beat, Ken."

I sauntered ever so casually to the DJ booth and found a tune that matched the Eastside Tango. Which is a dance every highly advanced charm school is required to teach the debutants and gentleman. Being a rich kid, you're often watched on the dance floors of charity balls or family parties.

The beats started and I twirled the petite girl who'd stepped foward.

The reason I had picked this dance was because even though in reality it's a simple, four-count dance, it moves fast and looks quite complicated. It's also "gymnast style" meaning there are sections where it's almost a swing dance and I swing my partner around.

I grinned, so did she. I twirled her and leaned her back, twirled her again, and picked her up by the waist and twirled her in the air.

Everyone was watching us, Out of the corner of my eye King and his partner couldn't even compare. They had no idea what they were doing. Their dancing style was one of modern day jerks and twists that had nothing on a pre-planned ballroom dance. He was scowling and she was beet red.

I did feel sorry for her though.

"How good are you at the end flip?" I whispered to my partner.

I grinned. For once in my life Pierre's Charm School for Boys is paying off. I siezed her waist and adjusted my knee for her support. Then I flipped her in my arms and landed her on the perfect beat for the song's end.

Everyone began applauding and talking at once. They whistled and hooted, the Redding Sergeants and the Merrel girl leaders raised their eyebrows, impressed.

I looked to the girl with a smug smirk. "Tristan DuGrey."

"Keesha Barnes." She glanced around shyly, pleased with the attention.

I looked over at King. He gave me a scathing scowl.

"Well, wuddya guys waiting for? This is a dance!" I cried. Everyone hollared and another fast song began and everyong began to dance, trying to mimic me and Keesha in clumsy stero-typical motions. Pierre would have slaughtered them for that.

I threw Keesha a real grin and twirled her into the guy she had been with before the dance.

"Thanks for letting me borrow your girl, excellent dancer." I said to him.

"You're a good dancer too, for being a tough guy and not a wuss." He stuck out his hand. "Greg."

"Greg, sorry for stealin' your girl there. Had to knock a throne out of under a certain unworthy butt."

"Nice." He smirled. "People like King may be able to run themselves around a country club, but in the real world you have to earn respect."

I paused. "I'll keep that in mind.

"Hey, hey, hey." A girl slid up to me. "What's your sign?" Her platinum blonde hair with extra strong lipstick and bordella blue eyeshadow generously applied over her eyes slid up next to me/

"Um, No Smoking. Like I think you are."

She tittered. "Cute."

I raised my eyebrows. "Let me guess yours...dance floor this way?"

"Oh, you're good."

I took her arms and we began to dance.

"So..." she asked slyly. "What's up?"

"Your hottness rating?" The usual lines gushed out with their typical Rhett Butler suaveness. They were on auto-pilot. It wasn't even intentional, just King of Chilton manuevers. Or as Bowman used to call it, "Step one to another bed-post notch".

"Got anyone special back home?" She asked coyly.

"Yeah...she doesn't know it yet." I said more to myself then her. Then I paused..."I gotta go." I released her and walked toward the door. What was I doing?

I found Carlos with Tara. "Listen man, I'm gonna make another phone call and hit the sack, all right?"

"Sure dude, we got a survival trip Monday morning so rest up."

I got out of a couple conversations and headed out the door.

Even though I could have any girl in that room, make King red with anger, or show off...I would rather be in a rickity phone booth talking to a girl who hated me and her mom.

I breathed in the cool night as as I walked to cabin Delta to get my 35 cents. Even though there is a certain likeable aspect to a king size bed, blue silk sheets, and a thick blue velvet canopy; I was growing fond of my taut sheets and dinky cot.

I kicked the grass as I walked. I looked up at the sky, it was littered with diamond-y stars. Maybe I could send her a diamond solitare necklace. God knows I could afford it. But I could still remember what Lorelai had said about "cliche".

I need something that screams Mary. Then I grinned.

Sunday Morning:

Rory trudged downstairs. She went inot the kitchen to kick on her coffee machine and glanced out the window.

She screamed.

"Dear gosh! If the burgaler is cute you have to share!" Lorelai stalked in, clad in her ratty bathrobe.

"Mommy. God. Left. Gifts."

Lorelai glanced ouside and her jaw literally dropped. "You hafta share mini-me"

"It's mine!" Rory darted outside.

The porch was again polluted. Cups of starbucks coffee lined the porch banister, each delicatly tagged with a new flavor.

A silver-colored guilded coffee cup and two silver-colored king size mugs were on the table. A tray held various coffee cakes and scones.

"They're mine, Mommy. Go back to bed."

"Not uh." She grabbed. "Irish Cream is mine."

"I get this one." Rory flopped on the plastic chair and greedily downed the steaming liquid. She grabbed a card that leaned against the coffee pot.

"Who is God? Is it the guy who sent all those flowers?"

"Probably." She opened the envelope and raised her eyebrows.

Mary.

Enjoy taking eyars off your life. I was gonna get them for "Lukes" but he refused to send that much coffee ANYWHERE. He said he wouldn't get up that early nor encourage death.

"Mini-me, you must marry the coffee fairy or I will."

"New flash. I have a boyfriend!" Rory reached for another cup.

"Yet it doesn't stop her from undulging in the fountain of Youth." Lorelai drained her Irish Cream and reached for another cup.

"He calls me MARY!" Rory protested.

"What?" Lorelai gasped and put a hand to her forehead. "And you're telling me instead of the cops?"

Rory pouted and took another long sip.

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