Everyone see the most recent episode of Gilmore Girls? sigh Makes me want to punch Rory in the face. The episodes have been plummeting down hill with no brakes to speak of. I saw a banner on forums the other day saying I HATE ASP. She fricken sucks. The viewpoint of many right about now. Anyway, I am going to try and make this snippet kind of long. I have been rereading these and they don't seem to be going in any specific order so if you get confused, I honestly don't blame you. Oh and this one wont be so fluffy…
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He sat across the table from her, his head resting gently on his hand and an amused look painted across his features.
She was ignoring him, all of her energy focused on the tiny shot glass she held in her hand. She shook it then looked at it again, squinting her eyes and tilting her head to the side.
"What's wrong with it?"
"It's empty."
She put down the glass and looked at Jess, a smile spreading on her face.
"You're funny."
"Yes, well, I try."
She began to giggle until a hiccup interrupted her. Her blue eyes went big like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar and her body bounced with another. Jess removed his head from his hand and stood up.
"Come on, let's get you home."
She looked up at him and her giggly attitude changed to one of defiance. She crossed her arms over her chest as he shrugged on his jacket. He raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
"I am not ready to leave yet."
"I think you were ready to leave seven shots ago."
She leaned back, putting on the pout that worked all too often. He sighed and looked down at her.
"Nuh-uh. Not going to work this time. Come on, let's go home." He held out his hand for her to take but she ignored it, looking away and motioning for the waiter to bring another. Jess sighed. He was beginning to lose his patience.
The waiter dropped the shot glass off in front of Rory and she grasped it greedily in her hands before Jess swiped it away. Rory glared up at him.
"That was mine."
"You're done."
Rory's cheeks tinted pink and she stood up, trying to meet his eyes. "You, Jess Mariano, cannot tell me what to do. I am an adult." Her voice squeaked slightly and another hiccup escaped her lips. She was swaying back and forth dangerously on her heels.
Jess eyed her carefully. He picked up her jacket from where she had dropped it on the floor and tried to put it on her but she fought him like a stubborn two year old. They were beginning to earn the stares of neighboring tables.
"Jess! I don't want to go!"
She stomped her foot on the ground in protest and he sighed. He knew what he had to do. She wasn't going to like it, but he was going to do it.
He picked her up by her tiny waist and put her over his shoulder. She let out a surprised shriek and immediately began beating on his back upside down with tiny fists. He reached in his pocket with his free hand and threw down a couple bills to cover the ocean of liquor Rory had drunk.
He then moved towards the exit all the while a very drunk Rory screaming on his shoulder. She even tried to hold onto the palm tree by the door to stay their exit but all she managed to do was pull it down and cause a loud crash to erupt though the bar. She giggled at the mess she made. Jess gave the hostess an apologetic glance.
She was still giggling out in the parking lot as Jess put her down. She swiped her hair back causing it to look even more a mess than it already was.
"Why'd you do that?"
"Do what Rory?"
They were walking towards his car slowly, Jess matching her slow drunken pace. His eyes were alight with amusement at the current situation. This was something he could hold over her head for months to come.
"Take me out. I wasn't done."
"So you have said."
"I'm serious. Why couldn't you respect my viewpoint?" She said respect with a slight slur. He raised his eyebrow.
"Because your viewpoint involves you causing yourself physical harm, something I don't want to happen."
"Why do you care?"
"Why do I care?" He looked over at her shuffling form, her purse swinging crazily by her side. She was brooding, her head looking downward. He moved his eyes back in front of him where the car was no more then ten feet away.
"You know why I care. You're my girlfriend."
"Yeah, for how long this time?"
This comment caused the amusement to flicker off in his eyes replaced with hurt and defense. The wall around his heart it had taken Rory so long to break through instantly went up again. He shoved his hands in his pockets.
"You are drunk."
"Thanks Detective Mariano, I couldn't figure that out for myself."
"Lay off the hostility Ror, I'm just trying to help."
She turned to look at him, walking backwards now in front of him. Her eyes grew wide and she took on a mocking tone.
"Oh, help? Is that what you were trying to do? You could have helped if you left me in there with the bubbly."
"I wasn't about to leave you in a bar with a bunch of men who could have easily taken advantage of you."
She stopped, putting her hands on her hips.
"Why, leaving is what you're good at."
His eyes held hers for a moment and even in her drunken composure, she could see that hurt him. Her face fell and she reached out a hand to touch his but he pulled away, pushing past her to the car.
"Come on, let's go. It's late."
She followed him, getting in the passenger side of the car and bringing her knees up to her chest in the worn leather seat. They didn't talk at all and soon Rory fell into a deep sleep, her head resting against the window.
Jess pulled the car to a stop outside of the apartment and sighed, looking over at Rory's sleeping form. She was in an upright fetal position, her hands clenched protectively near her chest. There was no way she was going to move herself.
So for the second time that night, he picked her up, bringing her close to his chest. She squirmed in his arms, wrapping her own arms around his neck. He opened the door with his foot and struggled through the dark apartment, tripping over books left forgotten on the floor earlier in the day.
He managed to get her to the bedroom and placed her gently down on the bed. She immediately snuggled in and he covered her up to her chin with the blankets, giving her a soft kiss on her forehead before exiting the room and sitting down at the kitchen table.
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Rory woke up alone in the bed with the biggest headache she had ever experienced. She opened her eyes and the light from the room seemed to burn straight to the center of her brain. She shut them again immediately, emitting a groan and putting her hands to her face.
She struggled to remember the previous nights events but all she got was alcohol, lots and lots of alcohol. And then she remembered the things she said to Jess. She emitted another groan. That was probably why he wasn't in bed with her.
She struggled out of bed, pausing for a moment after she stood to blink away the black spots floating in front of her. She shuffled through the door and into the kitchen where Jess was bustling around, making breakfast. She sat down at the table and put her head in her hands.
She looked up when Jess placed a cup of water and two aspirins in front her. She smiled gratefully. He continued bustling about.
"Hey Jess?"
"Hm?" His back was to her as he flipped pancakes. The smell was making her nauseous.
"About last night-"
He stopped flipping and straightened his back, still not looking at her.
"I shouldn't have said what I said. About you and not caring. It wasn't fair. I wasn't thinking."
"Uh-huh."
She stood up and maneuvered around the table so that she was behind him. "Can you look at me?"
He sighed and put down the spatula turning to face her. His face was set. She put her hand on his cheek.
"You know I don't think you are going to leave again. I love you. Okay?"
Jess nodded and gave her a soft reassuring smile, giving her a soft kiss and then turning around to continue making breakfast. She wrapped her hands around his waist and rested her head on his shoulder.
"Ugh, no more drinking."
"Yeah?"
"Definitely."
"I told you so." He said it in a singsong way.
She laughed taking the piece of bacon from his hand that he held up to her.
"How come you don't get so wasted?"
"Because I am a mature adult and I know when to stop."
"Yeah, like that time you were so mature you tried to shove your tongue down my throat at that grocery store?"
"I was not drunk."
"There were children watching."
"Don't say you didn't like it."
She didn't respond, just giggled.
