They woke up at around 5 PM. Rory rolled over and looked at the clock. She then rolled back and shook Jess until he woke up, too. Because she hasn't brushed her teeth since early that morning, she pointed at the clock, rather than telling him the time.

"So, what?" He said crankily.

"I hate being jetlagged."

"Connecticut's in the same time zone as Georgia!" Jess laughed.

"Are you sure? I've been sleeping since 4 AM, but the day's felt like the longest of my life."

"That makes no sense."

"Could be because of the massive amounts of champagne and tequila we were drinking", Rory said sarcastically.

"I'd say it's most likely. Where'd you learn to drink like that? It's insane!"

Rory shot him a painful glare.

"Ah. Got it. Okay, so, guess what's inside the night stand I bumped into on the way to the bathroom last night?"

"What?"

"The Rough Guide to Atlanta."

"No way! I didn't even know they made them for specific cities."

"I think the hotel crossed out Europe and wrote Atlanta then whited out the printed words and wrote in their own."

"Very nice."
"Quality place we're staying at, here."

"Oh, yeah. Beats Budget Host by a long shot, though. So, how long do you think we'll stay here?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"If we can get a steady job so we can buy a house or rent an apartment."

"What if we don't like living here?"

"I guess, then…we go somewhere else."

"Where?"

"Wherever."

"So we're being spontaneous?"

"Yep."

"I like spontaneity."

She rolled all the way out of bed-literally.

"Nice", Jess laughed.

"Thank you."

They left the hotel without even bothering to look at the make-shift guide book.

Jess stopped the car when they reached a street that seemed to be filled with tons of stores and "Help Wanted" posters as far as the eye could see.

After 10 minutes of searching for parking, Jess pulled over and double-parked, letting the engine run while Rory went into a salon across the street.

"May I help you?" a peppy saleslady asked Rory when she walked inside. Rory looked around. There were glittery pink walls, hot pink floors…pink, pink, pink! She smiled to herself before looking to the woman at the desk who was waiting for her response. Blonde hair, blue eyes…it was Honor Huntzburger.

A/N: Wow, yep. Weird place to end a chapter. This was completely filler, I'm sorry. It doesn't affect the plot too much, but next chapter's going to be good for anyone mildly interested in this story.

Next up: Rory freaks out and winds up thinking about everything that's happened in detail. She needs someone to talk to. The phone call she makes could change her future with Jess.