Kiss with Open Eyes
Chapter 7: In the Dress Your Husband Hates
Disclaimer: You know it's not mine.
Summary: Lorelai's world is falling apart. He is the only one who can make her smile and she just wants to be happy…
A/N: Well, guys… I love how I go on and on last chapter how my updates will be so much more frequent… and then it takes me so long to get this next one up. For that, I am so, so sorry… But, to be fair I haven't finished A Different Path yet… Plus this week/weekend has been so crazy. I just haven't had the time… Plus I had a ton of people stay over Friday night… and see, I was planning on writing it very very late on Friday, when I couldn't sleep… but I had people stay over, so I couldn't. So, yes. That is why this took so long… I'm really sorry, though and I hope this is worth it.
Please review.
"Yes, but, who thought of the word spackle. It's such a weird word… What kind of crazy person would just be like, 'I think I'll name it spackle'? How did they come up with it?" Lorelai babbled as her and Rory walked down the streets of Stars Hollow, eating pizza slices.
"I don't know… How did someone come up with the word… Clown? Or shoe… or any other word in the English language?" Rory argued.
"Well, I think the word toothbrush is pretty self explanatory." Lorelai quipped.
Rory sighed, and rolled her eyes.
"Hey Lorelai, Hey Rory." Kirk greeted the girls.
"Hey Kirk." They said, as though it had been rehearsed.
"That is a mighty big lollypop you have there, Kirk." Lorelai snickered, pointing to the huge, rainbow lollypop he was eating.
"Dirty." Rory said.
Lorelai nodded as she giggled.
"I named him Tony." Kirk told the girls.
"Tony?" They asked in unison.
Kirk nodded. "I like to name things." He said.
Lorelai and Rory broke out into laughter. "What other things do you name, Kirk?" Lorelai asked.
"I named my pillows Sal and Dino." He said, not quite understanding what was so funny.
Lorelai and Rory smiled at each other. "Anything else?" Rory asked.
"I had a stuffed animal named Pablo once… but then my brother put it down the disposal." Kirk said sadly.
"That's horrible." Rory said.
Kirk nodded. "I buried what was left of him in the backyard… right next to Uncle Ron… Pablo always liked Uncle Ron."
Lorelai and Rory looked at him strangely.
"Well, we'll see you around, Kirk." Lorelai said, as they began to walk away.
"Are you going to the Firelight Festival tomorrow?" He called after them.
Lorelai and Rory shrugged, and kept walking.
They walked in silence, all the way to Luke's. They made their way inside and took a seat by the window.
"So… Hey, maybe we should go to this." Lorelai suggested, pointing outside where Taylor and others were putting up decorations.
"Can't." Rory said.
"Why?" Lorelai asked.
"Paris." Rory said.
Lorelai gave her a questioning look, obviously wanting more of an explanation.
"Her brilliant idea of the week is to have an 'Extra Special addition of the Franklin.' It's twice as long, twice as many articles, twice as much work…" Rory explained.
"Ah." Lorelai said.
Rory nodded. "But you could go." She said.
"Alone?" Lorelai asked, as if it was the worst thing in the world.
Rory shrugged. "Go with Sookie." She said.
"She's going with Jackson… I don't want to be the third wheel." Lorelai said.
"Well, there's always Kirk." Rory suggested.
"Are you kidding? He goes with his mother." Lorelai responded.
"Oh, right." Rory said.
"What can I get ya?" Luke asked, when he came to the table, his ordering pad all ready to go.
"Cheeseburger… no pickles… no onions… no lettuce." Rory said.
"So… nothing that could possibly be healthy at all." Luke asked.
"Exactly." Rory said. "And a chocolate milkshake."
"You know it has milk in it right?" Luke asked.
"Put some extra chocolate in, and it'll even out." Rory said.
Luke rolled his eyes. "It's a wonder how you're still alive."
"I'll have the same." Lorelai said, quickly before Rory had a chance to respond.
Luke looked at Lorelai for the first time since he had gotten to the table. "Fries?" He asked.
She nodded, still holding his gaze.
"Hey, Luke could go with you." Rory suggested.
"What?" Luke asked.
"The Firelight Festival." Lorelai answered, sounding a little more eager than she had meant to.
"I don't go to those things." Luke said.
"Why not?" Lorelai asked, doing her best not to sound too desperate.
"It's stupid." He replied. "It's just a bunch of couples, holding hands and staring at a fire that they think is so romantic, but really it's polluting the air, and making a huge mess. The square is a mess the next day… Trash everywhere… the grass gets ruined, and you know how anal Taylor is about the grass. He'll spend hundreds of dollars to fix it… Money that could be used to buy new textbooks for the school, or you know, whatever the hell else… It pollutes the air, ruins the economy… It's stupid." Luke said, taking a huge breath at the end.
"Well…" Lorelai said, stunned by his long rant. "That was a very nice rant, Luke." She said.
"Thank you." He said, taking a breath.
"You're welcome." She said, nodding.
"So, is this all?" He asked, pointing to the order pad.
"Yup." Both girls nodded.
"OK." He said, and with that, he left.
"Bye." Lorelai said sadly.
"You'll find something to do." Rory said, sighing.
"No I won't. I'll sit here all night, doing absolutely nothing… I'll start talking to myself!" Lorelai said, dramatically.
"Mom." Rory said, annoyed.
"You should just drop me off at the mental hospital on the way, because I'm going to go crazy." Lorelai said.
Rory rolled her eyes, kissed her mother on the cheek and grabbed her purse. "I won't be home too late." She said.
"If Paris has any say in that… I won't expect you home until Tuesday." Lorelai said.
Rory nodded. "Bye."
"Bye."
Once the door had closed, Lorelai left out a huge sigh. She picked up the remote that was beside her and turned on the TV. She flipped through all the channels, but there wasn't anything she wanted to watch.
She stood up and walked into the kitchen. She opened the fridge and looked on all the shelves and even in the vegetable drawer, which was filled with kool-whip containers, and the covers of those yogurts that have the candy inside. She quickly closed it, not finding anything she was interested in eating. She moved to the cabinets, opening every single one and examining what was inside, but then quickly shutting.
She stood in the middle of the kitchen and sighed. It was too quiet. She had to get out of there.
She grabbed her purse that was sitting on the counter, found her keys on the table, and was out the door.
She got there, and people were already gathered around the big piles of sticks, which she guessed would soon become to bonfire. She parked her car in her usual spot, and skipped over to Luke's.
"Hey." She said to the empty diner. She looked around. Where was he?
"Lorelai?" She heard him call from the back.
"Luke?" She called, trying to follow his voice.
"In the back." He called back to her.
"No, really?" She said, sarcastically.
"What?" He asked, coming out of the backroom, wiping his hands.
"Nothing." She told him. "Coffee?" She asked.
He nodded, and turned on the machine.
"You turned it off?" She asked in disbelief.
"Nobody's here." He said, gesturing towards the empty room. "They're all at the stupid festival."
"Right… the one that will eventually end the world." Lorelai said.
Luke shrugged. "So, what are you doing here tonight, anyway?" He asked.
"What? Not happy to see me?" She asked, smirking.
He rolled his eyes.
"I was just bored at home." She told him. "It was too quiet."
He nodded, as if he understood.
"Rory's at school, Chris is in California… I was all alone. It was boring." She said.
"Yeah." He agreed.
She suddenly felt a little bad for what she had said. He did live alone, didn't he? She hoped she hadn't made him feel bad or anything.
"What time does this thing start anyway?" She asked, trying to change the subject. "7, right?" She asked.
"More like 8." He told her.
"Didn't the flyer say 7?" She asked.
"Yeah, but it usually takes them a hour to find matches." He said.
"They don't bring matches?" She asked.
"This is my town." He said, sarcastically.
"Yes, yes it is." She said, gazing out the window.
"Here." He said, as he placed the coffee cup down in front of her. "5 years off your life." He stated dryly.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you." She said, as she brought the cup to her lips, and took a very big sip.
She watched as Luke wiped down the counter, the cup still pressing against her lips.
"What are you doing?" He asked, when he saw her watching her.
"Watching you." She answered.
"Why?" He asked.
"What else is there to watch?" She asked.
He rolled his eyes, and continued wiping down the counter, trying to keep his eyes off of her.
"Did anyone bring any matches?" Taylor's booming voice came from outside, causing Lorelai to jump and drop her coffee cup.
"Dammit." She said, looking down at the broken coffee cup. Luckily she had drunken most of the coffee, and it didn't make a huge mess. "Sorry." She mumbled to Luke, as she started to pick up the broken pieces of the coffee mug.
"I'll get it." Luke said.
"No, no." She replied, collecting all the broken pieces.
"Ow." She yelped, when one of the pieces cut her finger.
"You're bleeding." He told her, rushing to the other side of the counter.
"Ow." She said again, putting her finger in her mouth.
"Let me see." Luke told her.
She shook her head. "It's fine." She said.
"You're bleeding, just let me see it." He told her.
She reluctantlely pulled her finger out of her mouth and let him look at it.
"It's not too deep." He said.
"But it hurts." She argued.
"C'mon, I have band-aids upstairs." He told her.
She could have told him that she had band-aids in her purse, but she followed him behind the curtain and upstairs.
She sat down at the kitchen table, sucking on her finger, watching as he looked through the cabinets for a band-aid.
"Here." He said, as he held up a box of band-aids. He walked over to her, and sat in the chair beside her. He opened the box of band-aids, and gestured for her to take her finger out of her mouth. He began opening a tube of medicine to put on her finger.
"Is it going to sting?" She asked.
"What are you five?" He asked her.
"Hey! I'm bleeding over here. You can't be mean to me." She said.
"It won't sting." He promised her.
Even so, she closed her eyes when he gently rubbed the medicine over the cut.
"I told you." He said, as he put the cap back on the medicine.
She opened her eyes and watched him as he unwrapped the band-aid. Of course, it was one of those gross, plain, tan colored ones.
"I'm going to get you some prettier band-aids." She stated, as he wrapped the band-aid around her finger.
"I don't need pretty band-aids." He told her.
"But Luke, there are so many to chose from. You could get a nice power rangers one… Maybe a Winnie the Pooh, or even a Big Bird." Lorelai said.
Luke rolled his eyes, and starting closing the box of band-aids. He stood up and put them back into the cabinet where he found them.
"So, you're really not going to the festival?" She asked.
"Nope." He replied, turning around and facing her, as he leaned against the counter.
"Why not?" She asked him.
"I told you before." He said.
"But it could be fun." She said.
"I know it won't be." He said.
"How do you know?" She challenged.
"They've had this damn festival every year since I was born… My mother loved them, she made me go every year. And then, when she died, my father made us go every year until he got sick. I've been to plenty of them, and trust me, I know they aren't fun." He told her.
"Well, you've never been with me." She told him, hoping that didn't sound too weird, or too date-ish.
He rolled his eyes.
"C'mon, please?" She begged him.
"Don't you have other friends?" He asked.
"They all have lives." She replied.
"Right." Luke said.
"C'mon, what else would you be doing tonight anyway?" She asked.
"I don't know." He shrugged. "I'd find something to do. I'm not that pathetic." He told her.
"C'mon… Just for a little while. After an hour, if you're not having fun, I promise you can leave and I won't even argue." She told him.
"I doubt that'll happen." He said.
"Please?" She asked. "I don't want to go alone." She told him. "Kirk will probably start hitting on me… or he'll try and name my boobs or something." She told him.
"OK, so I'm just going to ignore that last comment." Luke said.
"That's probably best." Lorelai said.
"Yeah." Luke said, folding his arms.
"So, will you go?" She asked. "Just for an hour, and then you can leave." She said.
Luke stared at her for a minute, and then nodded. "Fine." He said.
"Yes! You won't regret it!" She said.
"Of course I will." He said.
Lorelai rolled her eyes at him, this time, and stood up.
"Only for an hour." He said, pointing a finger at him.
"An hour, right." She said, grabbing his arm and pulling him out the door.
"Hey Pattie." Lorelai greeted Miss Pattie, who was standing by the punch bowl, and obviously getting very friendly with it.
"Hey honey, where's Rory?" She asked.
"Oh, she's doing school work tonight." Lorelai said.
"That girl works too hard… You have to get her to take a break sometime, and visit me… Can she dance?" Pattie asked.
"Oh, no. Rory is a horrible dancer." Lorelai said. "She even messes up on the Macerena."
"That's too bad." Pattie said.
"Yeah." Lorelai nodded.
"Luke, is that you?" Miss Pattie asked Luke, who was trying his best to hide behind Lorelai.
"Hi Pattie." Luke said, in defeat.
"What are you doing here? You haven't come to a festival for years." Pattie said.
"It was all me." Lorelai said proudly.
"Darling, how'd you manage that? This one is a tough one. We've been trying to get him to come for years." Pattie asked.
"You just have to know how to work a person." Lorelai smiled, glancing at Luke, who was obviously not pleased.
"Well, cheers to that." Pattie said, lifting her glass in the air, and taking a large sip.
Lorelai laughed.
"Do you want one, honey?" Pattie asked Lorelai, holding up another cup for her. "First one's free." She said.
"OK." Lorelai shrugged. "Want one Luke?" She asked.
"Oh honey, don't even try to get this one to drink Founder's Day Punch… No one can do that." Pattie laughed.
"Oh yeah?" Lorelai asked, looking at Luke.
"You have no idea what's in that. One sip, and you'll probably drop dead." Luke said.
Lorelai laughed, and took a sip. "Oh wow." Lorelai said, holding her throat.
"Told you." Luke said.
"Too strong, honey?" Pattie asked.
"No, no… just a little bit stronger than I thought." Lorelai said.
"Alright, I'll see you two around." Pattie said, as she walked away.
Lorelai took another sip of the punch. "You know, it's actually not so bad."
"You're drunk." Luke said.
"C'mon Luke, just try it." Lorelai said, filling up her cup again.
"No way." Luke argued.
"C'mon, when was the last time you were drunk?" She asked.
"High school… the homecoming game." Luke answered.
"And wasn't it fun?" She asked, with a grin.
"No." He answered. "I made out with a crazy girl under the bleachers, then came home, and got smacked by my father, then woke up with a horrible hangover, which was made much worse by my sister's weirdo hippie music that she of course had to blast." Luke ranted.
"Well, I promise I won't let you go near the bleachers, and I won't blast any hippie music." Lorelai said, taking another sip.
"No thanks." Luke said.
"What's the worst that could happen?" She asked.
"I could run home and make a list." He said, sarcastically.
"Man, you really need some fun in your life." Lorelai sighed.
Luke rolled his eyes.
"It's lucky you have me, or you'd spend the rest of your life counting the tiles on the ceiling and organizing the crayon box so all of the crayons are in alphabetical order." She said.
"What?" He asked.
"Nothing… but, here, have this." She said, holding out a cup for him.
"No." He told her.
"Why?" She asked.
"Because I don't feel like dying tonight." He told her.
"C'mon Luke, life is short." She said, pushing the cup towards him.
"Yes, and I'm trying to prolong mine." He said.
"It's fun." She said. "All the cool kids are doing it." She told him teasingly.
"I don't see any cool kids." He said.
"I'm cool." She argued, already feeling a little bit tipsy.
"Yeah, the coolest." He said sarcastically.
"Luke." She stated, trying her best to be serious. "Do you really want to spend your whole life missing out, just because you're afraid of what could happen? Sometimes you just have to let go, and worry about the consequences later." She said.
"Has it been an hour yet?" He asked her.
She looked down at her watch. "8 minutes." She said.
"Damn." He told her, grabbing the cup.
"Yay." She said, clapping her hands.
"If I have some, will you stop bugging me?" He asked.
"Of course." She said. "Girl scouts honor." She said, holding her hand in the air, and doing the girl scouts honor.
"Are you allowed to do that if you're not a girl scout?" He asked.
"How do you know I'm not a girl scout?"
"Just a guess." He shrugged.
"Stop changing the subject and just have some." She ordered.
"If I die, it's your fault." He pointed a finger at her.
"Yeah, yeah… I'll wear something nice to the funeral."
"You better." He said, not meaning for it to sound as flirtatious as it did. And jeez, he wasn't even drunk yet.
"Bottoms up, mister." She said.
He shrugged, and lifted his glass, chugging the entire cup. She did the same, drinking the remainder of her glass.
She took his cup back, and began filling them both up to the top.
"Jeez, that's strong." He said.
"Well, once your drunk, you won't even notice." She said.
He nodded, took his cup back from her, and took another sip, not as big as the last one.
"C'mon Luke, this is going to be fun, I promise." She said, taking his arm and pulling him towards the bonfire that was finally being light.
"I can't believe I'm a Founder's Day Punch Junkie." He mumbled, allowing her to pull him towards the bonfire.
"Sookie!" Lorelai squeals as she runs towards the woman. She's taken off her heels already, and dumped them by the gazebo, or maybe by the punch bowl. Either way, she couldn't remember.
"Lorelai?" Sookie questioned, as Lorelai came into the light.
"Hi Sookie! Hi Jackson!" Lorelai said, turning to each of them.
"Hi Lorelai." Jackson nods.
"How much punch have you had?" Sookie asked.
"Oh, I don't know." Lorelai said, waving her hand in the air.
"Jeez, you're breath could kill a cow." Sookie said, waving her hands in front of her nose.
"Luke!" Lorelai yelled, gesturing for him to follow her.
"Luke's here?" Jackson asked. "He never comes… not since…" He didn't get the chance to finish, because Luke had already appeared.
"What's wrong?" Lorelai asked Luke.
"Look." Luke said, pointing done to his undone fly.
"That happened to me in the bathroom." She told him, before reaching for the zipper, and zippering his fly up.
Sookie and Jackson exchanged strange looks.
"Honey, how much have you guys had?" Sookie asked.
"Oh, don't worry, we're fine." Lorelai said.
"You aren't driving home are you?" Sookie asked.
"No, no… not yet." Lorelai said. "Don't worry, I'll be fine." She said.
"Luke, make sure she doesn't drive like this, OK?" Sookie tried to get his attention.
"Don't worry Sookie." Luke nodded.
"See, Luke will take care of me, Sookie." Lorelai said, wrapping her arm around Luke's arm.
Sookie bit her lip. "Maybe you should stay with me tonight." Sookie said.
"No, no… Rory will worry." Lorelai said.
"Honey, just call her." Sookie said.
"No, no, it's fine." Lorelai said.
Sookie sighed. "Fine, but I'm going to tell Coop not to let you drive until you pass one of those sober tests." Sookie said.
"OK." Lorelai said.
"Here, give me your keys." Sookie said, holding her hands out.
"Uh… Uhh… There in my purse." Lorelai said, searching her pockets. "Where'd I leave my purse, Luke?" She asked.
"Umm… with Gypsy?" He said, not quite sure.
"Right! Gypsy! I left it with Gypsy!" Lorelai said.
"OK, I'll go get your purse… Don't move OK?" Sookie asked, going over to Gypsy, who was on the other side of the square. Jackson followed closely behind.
"C'mon Luke!" Lorelai said, grabbing his hand and skipping across the street, back towards the diner.
"Where are we going?" He asked.
"The diner! Diner, diner, diner." She said.
"Sookie said to stay." He told her.
"No she didn't." Lorelai sang, as they crossed the street.
"Do you have any more booze at the diner?" She asked.
"I don't know." He shrugged.
"It's like Hide and Seek." She said.
"What?"
"The booze is hiding and we are seeking." She said, smiling.
"Do we have to count?" He asked.
"No, no, we can just seek." She told him.
"Kay." He agreed. They opened the diner door, and the ring of the bell went off. They quickly made their way upstairs.
"Hey Lorelai?" Luke asked.
"Yeah?" She asked, stopping on the stairs, and turning to face him.
"I want the Big Birds ones." He told her.
"OK." She nodded.
"Big Bird." She stated softly, and then turned to keep climbing up the stairs.
"Ah! I found some!" Lorelai shouted to Luke, as he held out an unopened bottle of Captain Morgan's.
"Where?" Luke asked.
"This cabinet." She said, pointing to the cabinet beside the fridge.
"Oh." He said, nodding.
"Do you have shot glasses?" Lorelai asked.
"No." He answered.
"No?" She asked, in disbelief.
"I don't drink much." He shrugged.
"I guess we'll use regular glasses." She said, getting some glasses and handing them to him.
She sat down on the hardwood floor, in the kitchen, and opened the bottle. She very carefully poured some into each of the glasses, only spilling a tiny bit.
"Hey, how clean are your floors?" She asked.
"Clean." He said, and then watched as Lorelai licked all she had spilled, off the floor.
"You're gross." He said.
"Spank you." She said, smiling, and then felt very stupid for saying that. It was cool in 2nd grade, definitely not right now. But she soon forgot about it, and took a sip of alcohol.
She watched as he did the same, and then she stared at her cup.
"What?" He asked.
"We should play a game, it's more fun." She told him.
"I don't know any games." He said.
"I do." Lorelai says proudly. "How about 10 fingers?" She asked.
"How do you play that?" He asked.
"It's so easy… All you do is put out 10 fingers." She said, placing all ten of her fingers on the floor, and waiting until Luke did the same. When he did, she continued. "Then, I say something I have never done before…. Like, I've never owned a diner. And since you've owned a diner, you put a finger down and take a shot." She said. "Get it?" She asked.
"I guess." He said.
"I'll go first!" Lorelai said excitedly.
"I've never had sex with a woman." She said.
Luke rolled his eyes, put a finger down, and took a sip from his glass. Lorelai watched him intently, as she thought about Luke having sex with a woman. Her mind quickly went into the gutter, but came back to reality when Luke placed his glass back down on the hardwood floor, and it made a loud noise.
Lorelai smiled. "Your turn." She said.
"I've never had sex with a guy." He said.
"No fair, you copied me." Lorelai argued.
"So?" He asked.
Lorelai sighed, put a finger down, and took a sip from her glass.
"I've never… seen Kirk naked." Lorelai said.
Luke sighed heavily, put his finger down and took another sip.
"Seriously?" Lorelai asked.
"It's not something I'm proud of." He argued. "Everyone has seen Kirk naked, the kid can't keep his pants on." Luke said.
Lorelai laughed. The sound of her laugh sounded funny to her. She couldn't put a finger on it, but something sounded different.
"I've never been married." Luke said.
Lorelai's head shot up, and she looked at Luke straight in the head, and then down at her wedding rings. The statement made her depressed. She stood up, shakily.
"I have to go." She said, putting her hand on her forehead, and trying to walk to the door, but having a lot of trouble.
"You don't have your keys." He said.
"I have to find Sookie." Lorelai said, feeling as if she was about to cry. Why did he have to say that? Why did he have to bring up Christopher? Dammit.
"Lorelai." He called to her, as he watched her try to walk in a straight line. "You can't drive like that." He told her. "You're drunk."
"Dammit, dammit, dammit." She said, holding on to a kitchen chair for support.
"Wait a while, OK? We'll stop drinking." He said, trying to make sense. God, he wished he was sober. He could barely get his words out the way he wanted.
"Yeah." Lorelai said, sitting down at the kitchen chair. "Stop drinking." She said.
"OK." Luke said, trying to get up, but having a little bit of difficulty. He finally made his way to the kitchen table, and sat beside her.
"God, it's going to take a really, really long time, Luke." Lorelai said, not sure if she was making sense. Her head was spinning, and she was trying to make sense of everything that was going on.
"It's OK." He told her softly.
She flung herself at him and wrapped her arms around him tightly. She just needed a hug right now. She wasn't sure why, but it made sense to her.
"It's OK." He slurred, wrapping his arms around her.
They stayed like that for a while, until all Christopher thoughts were out of Lorelai's head, and all she could concentrate on was how amazing Luke smelled. She wasn't sure what it was exactly, but it was really, really good.
"God, I haven't been drunk in years." Luke said, as unsure about the situation as Lorelai was. That's the thing about being drunk. You know what's going on, but at the same time you have no idea what's happening. It's like you're somewhere else, watching yourself. It's like you have absolutely no control over your actions. It's like you're dreaming. It's not something that is very easily explained, but the bottom line was that neither of them knew exactly what was happening.
"Yeah." Lorelai said, pulling away from him.
"I haven't been to a festival in years." He said.
"Did you have fun?" She asked.
"Yeah." He told her honestly.
"I told you." She slurred, pointing her finger and touching his lips.
"Yes you did." He nodded.
They looked at each other. Actually, gazing would probably be a more accurate word. They gazed at each other. It was just like one of those scenes from a movie, where the two main characters first kiss. They may have even kissed themselves, but were interrupted by Taylor's booming voice.
"It's 10'oclock people. It's 10 o'clock. Time to clear out." He said, into the microphone.
"I guess it's bedtime." Lorelai said.
"I guess so." Luke said.
Lorelai glanced over at the table, where a pack of cards was leaning against the napkin holder. She wondered if Luke played cards a lot. She could picture him sitting at the kitchen table, playing solitaire. It actually made her a little bit sad.
"Wanna play cards?" She asked.
"OK." He said, reaching for the pack of cards. He didn't bother shuffling. Maybe because he just forgot, or maybe because he knew he wouldn't be able to under the circumstances.
"I need more alcohol." Lorelai stated, standing up, completely forgetting about having to drive home.
Luke must have forgotten, too because he asked her to get him some more too. Lorelai nodded, and filled up their glasses again.
"Here." She said, placing the glass down, spilling a little bit.
"Thanks." He said, trying to focus on his cards.
"What are we playing?" She asked.
"Poker." He replied.
"I got a royal flush… You lose." Luke told her.
"Dammit." She said, waving her arms in the air. "Lucky you, I wore my black bra." She said, flashing him a flirtatious smile.
"What are you doing?" He slurred, as she took off her shirt.
"Strip poker, duh." She told him, having trouble getting her shirt off.
"Lorelai-" He said.
"C'mon Luke, it's fun." She said, in that peer pressure type of way.
"You're drunk." He told her, plainly.
"So are you." She said, still struggling with her shirt. "Now, come and help me get this off." She said.
He did what she said without even thinking about it. He helped her lift her shirt over her arms, his fingertips lightly brushing her back, causing goose bumps to go up her back.
"Ooh, it's cold." She said, once her shirt was off. She turned around and looked at him, not really realizing how close they were. Damn Founder's Day Punch. She wasn't sure why, but she just couldn't get that feeling off Luke touching her, out of her head.
You know those crazy, romantic, love stories? The ones they make into movies, that you secretly rent and watch on a Sunday night when you are alone? There are billions of love stories out there. There are hundreds and hundreds of romantic novels and movies, but almost all of them have something in common. You always read about or watch, the moment where the man and the woman first touch. It's always described as some magical spark, some sort of charge, where the instantly feel some kind of connection. You can tell that they both feel something, but they aren't sure what.
This is how she felt as this moment. She felt something. She felt a magical spark, some short of charge, type of thing. She wasn't sure what it was exactly, but she knew it was good, and it happened when Luke touched her.
She had never felt like that when Christopher touched her. It had never bothered her much because she always figured that those romantic TV moments don't actually happen in real life. She always thought that they never existed.
But then, Luke touched her like that, and she wasn't so sure.
She could feel her head spinning, her stomach doing back flips, her heart pounding so loud that she was sure everyone in the world could hear it.
She shook her head, telling herself that she was drunk and there was no such thing as those love story moments. She told herself that she needed to get out of there, she was married, she had a daughter. She told herself she couldn't do… this, and that she had to get out of here, but her feet weren't moving.
She felt herself sit down, cross-legged on the hardwood floor. She saw Luke do the same.
"So… a fan of Mr. Blackie, here?" She said, cupping her breasts and pushing them up.
Luke laughed and dealt out some more cards. "Do you always name your bras?" He asked.
"I name everything." She told him, starting to drum on her bare stomach.
Luke laughed again.
"Hello there, Bert." She said, pointing to his toolbox that was sitting by the door. She crawled towards him, so they were about a foot or two apart. "Hello there, Juan." She said, pointing to his pants.
"Juan?" He asked, laughing.
"Juan!" Lorelai said.
"You can't name my penis, Juan." He told her.
"Yes I can." She said, bouncing up and down.
"Nooo.." He said, slurring.
"Yes, yes, yes… Juan, Juan, Juan." She told him.
He groaned, and she ignored him, looking down at her cards, that he had handed her a few moments ago.
"3." She said, placing 3 cards down.
He gave her three cards, and then took two for himself.
She placed hers down dramatically. "Pair of aces." She said, proudly.
He put his card down. "Pair of fours." He said.
"You have to take something off!" She told him.
"I don't want to." He argued.
"C'mon, everybody's doing it." She said gesturing at her breasts that were almost coming out of her bra. The words that came out of her mouth sounded so familiar, but she wasn't sure where she had heard them before.
He groaned, but then took off his shirt.
"Ooh." She cooed.
"What?" He asked.
"You should show that off a little more, Luke… the ladies would be knocking down the door to get to you." She told him. "either that or Kirk would finally make a move on you." She grinned.
"Jeez." Luke said, beginning to put his shirt back on.
"No, no, no… That's not how you play." She told him, waving her finger in the air. She took his shirt and threw it somewhere by the couch.
"Whatever." He said.
They played one more hand, which Luke lost, causing him to lose his hat.
"Wow." Lorelai said.
"What?" Luke asked, as he placed his hat on the ground.
"You know, you don't look so bad without your hat." She told him.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." She smiled. "It's nice." She told him, putting her hand on her forehead to make her head stop spinning.
"Thanks." She heard him say.
"I'm bored, let's play another game." She said, after a minute or two.
"Like what?" He asked.
"I don't know." She said, standing up and leaning on the kitchen table for support.
"Mhm." He said, standing up. He stumbled his way into the kitchen and sat down on the kitchen floor, still shirtless, and hatless.
"How about Truth or Dare?" She asked, grinning.
He thought for a moment. "Fine." He said.
"Yay." She said, clapping her hands.
"But I refuse to let you paint my nails… and no curlers." He said.
He wasn't making any sense, so she just ignored him.
"Me first." She said.
He nodded.
"Truth or dare?" She asked.
"Truth." He said.
"OK… hmm… how many girls have you had sex with?" She asked. Sure, it wasn't the best question in the world, but she was too drunk to think of anything clever.
He thought about it for a couple seconds. There was Rachel of course… and Anna Nardini… and Crazy Carrie at the homecoming… and Julia Walters freshmen year.
"4." He said.
"4? Really?" She asked. She had sort of expected a few more than 4. Sure, he seemed like a loner, but… he was very good-looking.
"Yeah, 4." He said.
"Kay, your turn." She told him.
"Truth or dare?" He asked, plainly.
"Truth." She said.
"How many guys have you slept with?" He asked, not being able to think of anything more creative.
"Well, that's original." She sighed. "One." She told him.
"One?" His eyes were wide.
"Yes one… I got married when I was 16, what do you expect?" She asked, feeling her head starting to spin.
"I don't know." He shrugged.
"So, truth or dare?" She asked.
"Dare." He stated.
She thought about it for a long time. "I dare you to… kiss me."
"What?" He asked.
"Kiss me." She told him, more demanding than she meant it.
"No." He said, closing his eyes, feeling as if he was about to fall over.
"Why?" She asked.
"I can't kiss you." He said.
"I'm giving you permission." She said.
"No." He repeated.
"What? You don't want to kiss me?" She asked.
He opened his eyes, and looked at her.
"Don't you think I'm pretty?" She asked, striking a pose.
"Of course I think you're pretty." He told her, slurring, and swaying back and forth, sure that he was going to fall over any second.
"You're beautiful." He told her, honestly.
She smiled at him, and slid closer to him. "Then, kiss me." She said, moving her face closer to his.
"What are you doing?" He asked, as she leaned in.
"What you don't have the guts to do." She told him, with a grin, as if it was a challenge.
Every bone in his body told him not to kiss her, to stand up and walk away. She was married. She had a kid. She had a husband. He couldn't do that. He couldn't kiss her. He couldn't be the other man, the one who helped her cheat on her husband. He'd ruin their friendship. He'd never see her again. She'd never come back. She'd never talk to him again. She'd never forgive him.
Every bone in his body told him not to lean in and kiss her.
But, he had lost control of himself hours ago, and he couldn't stop himself. So, he leaned in and he kissed her.
His head was screaming 'Luke, you idiot, stop kissing her!'
But all he could go was slip his tongue into her mouth, and run his fingers through her hair.
Her head was telling her, 'You can't be doing this. You can kiss another man. Stop this right now, go home and wait for Christopher.'
But all she could go was open her mouth, when she felt his tongue on her lips, and run her fingers through the small curls on his head.
He stood up, helping her do so as well, not once taking his lips off of hers, and began running his fingers down her bare back, and her stomach.
She smiled against his lips and placed her hands on his chest, stroking it gently for a few seconds. Then she wrapped her arms around his strong body, and held on to him for dear life, because she knew if she let go, her knees would give out and she'd collapse.
He slowly led her over to the bed, stumbling all the way there. He knew they wouldn't be able to stand up on their own for much longer. He sat down on the end of the bed, and looked up at her.
Lorelai shook her head and looked straight into his eyes. It wasn't something that she'd ever be able to explain, if she even remembered this night at all. But, what she saw in his eyes allowed her to climb onto his lap, and kiss him harder than she had before. She placed her hands on his cheeks, running her fingers along his jaw line, touching his stubble softly. She adjusted herself on his lap, so each of her knees was on either side of him and she was straddling him.
He leaned back so he was lying down. He wasn't able to sit up any longer. He had no idea how he hadn't passed out yet. How much alcohol did he have anyway? He was going to have an insane hangover tomorrow.
He ran his arms up and down her arms, and then across her back. And suddenly, he found himself unclipping her bra.
Her bra fell on his chest, and she reached for it, and threw it somewhere near his shirt. Then she reached for his pants, and attempted to unbutton his pants. She was so drunk, she could barely unbutton his pants. That should be a clue, right? Don't have sex if you can't unbutton the guys pants. But, he helped her out, and soon his pants were added to the pile of clothes in the corner.
She slipped out of her jeans, and played around with her thong.
"Pretty huh?" She whispered against his neck, and she sucked the skin behind his ear.
"Yeah." He said, breathlessly.
"Half off, too." She said, unsure of what she was even talking about at this point.
"Nice." He said, groaning as the word escaped his lips.
She pulled away slightly, admiring the red spot on his neck. Then she found him, pulling her panties down her leg. She slipped out of them, and allowed Luke to throw them somewhere in the room.
She pushed against him, and snuck her hand down his pants.
He groaned again, and she smiled. She liked having this affect on people. Christopher was always very quiet during sex. She didn't really like quiet sex, although she had never had loud sex, so she couldn't really say much.
She pulled his boxers to his knees, and he did the rest, throwing them beside the window.
She ran her hand against him. "Juan." She whispered.
"Not Juan." He said, with his eyes closed.
"You have a better name?" She asked, slurring.
He shook his head.
"Juan." She said again, before taking her hand off of him, and returning her lips to Luke's.
She began to position herself over him. Luke had his hands on her hips, and stroked her hipbone.
"Lorelai." He said, breathlessly.
"Mhm?" She asked, in a daze.
"We- we." He said, not able to finish the sentence.
"What?" She asked, lying back down on top of him.
"We can't." He barely got out.
"Yes… we can." She said, separating the words.
His eyes were still closed, and she wasn't sure what he was thinking. She wasn't even sure what she was thinking.
"Be my number two, Luke." She heard herself say. She wondered if that even made sense, but he opened his eyes and she thought that he understood.
"Lorelai." He said, in a whisper. "You're married."
She cringed. She looked at him, and the way he was looking at her, she wasn't even sure if he had actually just said that. Maybe she was just imagining it. But, she looked at him, and then down at her wedding ring. She looked up at him again, into his beautiful blue eyes, and she did the only thing she could think of.
She slipped her wedding ring off her finger, placed it on the night table, turned back to Luke, and kissed him as hard as she could.
Alright, so I realize how ooc that was… but, they were drunk. And when you're THAT drunk, you tend to be out of character.
Just thought I'd point that out.
Anyway, who is excited about Tuesday night? I know, I am. Man, I hate hiatus.
If you go to fanforum, or probably AOL there is a clip from Tuesday's episode. Lorelai goes into the diner and talks to Luke. It's nothing major. It's a little weird if you ask me, but sweet I guess.
So, yes, you can check it out if you want.
Yep. How was everybody's weekend? Mine was good, thanks for asking. The pats won vs. the Jaguars in playoffs last night, so I'm happy about that.
School tomorrow, and lucky me, I have a math final. I have no idea why we have it right now. It's weird. But, whatever
BTW, I wrote this sort of fast, and I didn't really get a chance to proofread it a ton of times like I usually do, so I'm sorry if it's crap. I just wanted to get it out, so sorry if there's lots of mistakes, or if it's sucks.
Anyway, a review would be o so nice.
Next chapter:
The Elevator Only Goes Up to Ten: Lorelai comes home, and faces Rory, who is late for school. Lorelai is alone again, and remembers the night before. She has many things she has to think about, but her thoughts are interrupted by Christopher, who is back from California a little earlier than expected.
26 pages… You know I deserve a review.
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