Chapter 6- Last Week Single

A few weeks later, the wedding was planned and the entire town knew they were getting married. Although no one knew about the promise, they were very excited. Luke and Lorelai had fallen into their routine. Every morning, Luke got up at 4:45, except Tuesdays and Fridays, when he got up at 4:00 for his deliveries. As far as their private life went, it wasn't extremely active, but both liked that small amount of romance was there. However, neither knew how strongly the other felt about them. Neither asked fearing the small romance they had would end when the other did feel the same way. Before he left every morning, Luke made coffee and kissed Lorelai on the forehead. She could feel it when he did that, but he thought it was his own little secret.

The diner was buzzing with Saturday morning customers when Lorelai came in and plopped down on "her" stool near the cash register.

"Good morning." She cheeped.

"Hey." Luke instantly brightened up from his normal, cranky, morning mood. "Coffee?"

Lorelai just smiled. He poured. (No, not dirty. Get your minds out of the gutter.)

"So how's your last week as a bachelor going?"

"Pretty much the same as every other week." He deadpanned.

"What are you doing for your bachelor party?" She inquired with a mischievous little smirk.

"I don't think I'll have one."

"What! Why?" She questioned in a near panic.

Let the rant begin. "I don't need one. It's a pointless party where a dozen guys just get blind drunk and the throw up in the morning. How's a hangover a symbol of my last day as a single guy?"

"It's your last chance."

"Last chance for what, to get drunk?"

"No, to do something insane that you are not allowed to do when you get married." Lorelai explained.

"Like what?"

"Like go to a club and get a lap dance." She suggested.

"I don't want to get a lap dance. I got one at a bachelor party once and it was very embarrassing."

"Well, do something crazy. Ohh, I know one you could do!" She hopped up and down in her seat.

"What?"

"Stay up until midnight."

"Fine."

"But get completely drunk and hire a hooker in the process." She shrieked.

"No to the second part."

"I don't know what I'm going to do with you." She sighed. "Well, I've got to get to the inn. Bye, hon." Then she left, thinking about what she would do for her bachelorette party

She arrived at the inn, just bursting to talk to Sookie about her one last crazy night.

She entered the kitchen. "Hey Sookie."

"Hey." Sookie replied as she slid cookies off the tray. "What's up?"

"Well, I wanted to informally invite you to my, drum roll please, bachelorette party." She smiled.

"Yay!" Sookie squealed. "So what do you want to do?"

"I don't know, I was thinking we could have a blast my house. We could play games and talk about girl stuff. Then we hire a stripper and get drunk."

"That sounds great, just don't tell Luke about the stripper."

"He won't mind, I told him to get a lap dance."

"He only wants one from you." Sookie snickered.

Lorelai just giggled.

"Actually, he doesn't even want his own bachelor party." Lorelai confessed.

"Well he's not a partier."

"No, he's not, but we are."

"Definitely." Lorelai cheered. "You know what to bring right?"

"Yup."

"So, I'll see you Saturday night."

Saturday Night

It was the crazy night. Lorelai was having Rory, Babbette, Sookie, Patty, Gypsie, and Lulu over to her house for a wild night of stories, drinks, and games. Everyone was gathered in the house, the food was being gobbled, and everyone was well on their way to pain in the morning with all the alcohol they were having. Rory was the exception. She was the designated driver.

"So does everyone have enough to drink?" Lorelai asked have drunk, drinking more vodka martini out of a plastic cup.

"Mom, I don't think they need anymore."

"So, Lorelai, you never answered the big town question." Babette brought up.

"What question is that?' Lorelai squinted her eyes in suspicion.

"Well," Patty pondered "you and Luke just suddenly decided to get married, how long have you been together."

"Um…uh," Lorelai couldn't come up with a reasonable answer, so she went with the most evasive version of the truth. "This marriage was a promise." She finished proudly.

"Really?" Babette looked surprised. "Well, I didn't know those kind of promises made people scream at night."

"What!" Lorelai shrieked out of embarrassment.

The entire room laughed and Lorelai had some rum with her coke.

Meanwhile at Luke's apartment, he was watching T.V. when he heard a knock at the door. It was Jackson, Kirk, and Jess who had come in when a certain someone gave him a call that his uncle was finally being married off.

"What the hell are you guys doing here?" Luke said as they all pushed passed with the liquor. "Especially you." Pointing to Jess.

"Well Lorelai gave us a call and said you weren't having a bachelor party so we should at least try and get you drunk."

"What?"

"She just wants you to party." Jess offered honestly.

"Then why is Kirk here?" Luke asked quietly.

"Lulu asked. She wants him to get out more."

"Okay." Luke asked confused.

"Beer?" Jackson offered.

"Now I do need one."

After a few beers, and milk for Kirk, who obeyed his mother who said alcohol was poisonous, everyone was loosened up.

"You're crazy, you know that right." Said Jess a bit slurred.

"What?"

"Lorelai is the exact opposite of you." Jackson offered.

Luke scoffed.

"She's hyper, drinks coffee, watches hours of television every night, and can recite every Bowie song ever made. But I know you love her." Said Jess.

"I guess so."

"You guess? You know. She knows."

"I think she does."

"You're getting married, doesn't a person usually know by this point?"

"Well, this relationship is complicated." Luke tried to explain. "It was a promise." He eventually confessed.

Kirk soon fell asleep, Jackson excused himself to walk home, and Jess was taking an aspirin by the time the drinking ended. Luke, being not too drunk, because he didn't want to be, just sat and thought.

Meanwhile back at the house around midnight, Rory had driven Lulu, Gypsie, and Miss Patty home, and Babette had walked next door. After all the excitement, dirty gift giving, drinking, and lovey, dovey, confessing the party was over.

She wanted Luke home now. Rory was asleep and she hadn't slept by herself in weeks. She wanted his warm body next to her to help her fall asleep like it always did. She grabbed the phone and dialed the number she knew very well.

As the phone rang in the apartment, Luke shuffled to find it and finally, on the 5th ring said "Hello?"

"Luke?"

"Oh, hey it's you. Drunk off your ass yet, get a nice lapdance?"

"If I'm going to get a lap dance, it better be your butt in my lap." He said, immediately feeling embarrassed.

"Oh really, well how about you come home and I'll wear the new presents I got from my fellow partiers." She said seductively, almost not thinking about what was coming out of her mouth, but just wanting him to come home.

"I'll be right there" He said quickly as his blood pressure started to rise.

He was home in record time and she was waiting at the door in something very short, silky, and pink.

They shared a long kiss in the entryway and didn't bother to shut the front door. As they moved backwards and up the stairs they kept contact at all times. Traveling down the hallway Luke was kissing Lorelai's neck and she whispered, "God, I love you," with passion and desire. Luke stopped for about three seconds before mumbling, "I love you, too," against her neck, and kicked the bedroom door open, not bothering to close it either.