Note: Thanks for the reviews, it helps. Any suggestions wuold be good, as I havent actually seen this series yet. Some things maybe out of character, but it's just my interpretation.
Dorm
Rory opens the door to her dorm room. She walks in seeing Doyle dressed in a pair of blue boxers, holding a plastic skull in his hand.
Rory: "Oh, Oh"
Doyle turns and looks at Rory, startled. His eyes widen as he looks down to his half naked body, dropping the plastic skull on the floor. He covers his chest with his hands as Rory takes a step back and shuts the door. Rory stares at the door for a second, before knocking.
Rory: "Is it safe to come in?"
Paris opens the door, dressed in a blue sweater and a pair of jeans.
Paris: "You scared Doyle. Do you know how long it took me, to get him to perform his version of Shakespeare's King Lear? Two months, Rory, two months! And finally, after two months of non-stop, constant pleading he agrees to perform…only to have you waltz in and scare him back into a desolate tract."
Rory walks past Paris, into the dorm. She looks over to Paris's bedroom door, which is shut. Putting her bag down on the couch, she turns and faces Paris.
Rory: "What? Am I supposed to knock before entering my own dorm?"
Paris: "It would be common courtesy."
Rory: "Common courtesy? Paris, we live here, as in you and me. I don't remember seeing Doyle's name on the tenants lease; therefore I can walk in and out of my dorm whenever I choose and sometimes, just sometimes I wish that when I walk in, I wouldn't see Doyle in Alcatraz pajamas, in pink slippers or in blue boxers."
Paris: "Rory why are you being unreceptive? You're a hypocrite. Yeah that's right, you're a fraud, a hypocrite. It's the pot calling the kettle black."
Rory: "Excuse me?"
Paris: "You have Logan visiting you, staying over, holding hands, playing patty cake."
Rory: "There's a difference, Paris. Logan has stayed over, what? Once? Twice at most and he doesn't walk around half naked."
Paris: "What are you saying? You want to ban Doyle from our dorm?"
Rory: "No, I just think that maybe once in a blue moon, that the two of you could practice Shakespeare, dressed, half naked, whatever your preference is at Doyle's dorm, where it would be just you and him."
Paris: "Fair point. I suppose, I would be rather infuriated if I walked in on Logan, reciting Shakespeare in a pair of blue boxers which leaves little to the imagination."
Rory: "So-"
Paris: "So…I will tell Doyle that if he should want to walk or perform in the common room, he needs to be dressed or at least relatively well covered."
Rory: "That's all I'm asking."
Paris: "Just be thankful… if it would have been down to him, he would have been reciting the madness of King Lear stark naked."
Rory: "I am thankful; you have no idea how thankful I am"
Paris's bedroom door opens, and a now dressed Doyle stands in the doorway. Doyle and Rory look at one another, both trying to avoid eye contact. Paris looks at Rory.
Paris: "Rory. Doyle and I are having dinner out, mostly likely at the Olive Garden, as Doyle hates Indian food and I'm not particularly keen on Chinese. You want to join us? I can't promise he won't take his jacket off, but he will still be moderately covered. "
Rory: "Thanks, but I was actually planning on getting a take out and finishing an assignment due in next week."
Paris: "Okay, well night."
Paris walks to the door, opens it and walks out. Doyle follows, shutting the door behind him. Rory walks into her bedroom and over to her desk. She turns her laptop on and then walks over to the bed, lying down on it. Her eyes widen and her nose scrunches together as she pictures Doyle in his blue boxers.
Rory: "Eugh"
The phone rings, Rory leans over and picks it up.
Rory: "Hello?"
Lorelai: "Hey."
Rory: "Hey mom."
Lorelai: "Just checking in to make sure you got back okay."
Rory: "Yeah, we got back fine. Well, sort of!"
Lorelai: "Sort of? What does that mean? Oh, I know…you got in a drag race on the way back with two wildly attractive boy racers named Sandy and Randy."
Rory: "No, Sandy and Randy didn't show. They stood us up! I feel betrayed. I'm never going to trust two boy racers named Sandy and Randy again."
Lorelai: "Get hit by a deer?"
Rory: "Funny."
Lorelai, singing: "Memories…Like the corners of my mind. Misty water-colored memories…of the way we were."
Rory: "Nice Barbra impersonation."
Lorelai: "Thanks, I've been practicing. So, anyways I'm still curious as to what you meant about the: 'sort of' response?"
Rory: "Well, I dropped Marty off"
Lorelai: "What a good date you are, your momma raised you right."
Rory: "and I got back to the dorm, opened the door, to find Doyle reciting Shakespeare"
Lorelai: "Aw jeez, my sweet, innocent Rory, tainted for life."
Rory: "That's not the worst part"
Lorelai: "It gets worse?"
Rory: "He was reciting Shakespeare in pair of blue boxers!"
Lorelai: "Wow! So I'm thinking in years to come, send all of your shrink bills to Doyle."
Rory: "I plan to."
Lorelai: "Sounds like things are getting a little out of hand, up there. Maybe you kids need to set some boundaries."
Rory: "We did."
Lorelai: "Really, when?"
Rory: "After I caught the end of Act One, the Madness of Doyle."
Lorelai: "Ha! Oh here's a thought: how are you going to be able to look at him again, without picturing the blue boxers…"
Rory: "Okay, enough with the imagery."
Lorelai: "You'll be sitting in the newsroom, doing your daily journalistic tasks and Doyle walks past and in pops the memory of Doyle and his half naked body."
Rory: "Bye."
Lorelai: "Every time you read a Shakespearean text, Doyle's face will be there…"
Rory hangs up the phone and groans. A couple of seconds later the phone rings again. Rory picks it up.
Rory: "Hello?"
Lorelai, snickering: "Blue Boxers…"
Rory hangs up the phone. She sits up in her bed, staring at the phone. Ten seconds later the phone rings again, Rory smirks answering the phone.
Rory: "Blue boxers and his half naked body, I got it!"
Logan: "Rory?"
Rory eyes widen and her smirk falls, she looks at the mirror catching a glimpse of her mortified facial expression.
Rory stuttering: "L-Logan. Hey, Hi."
Logan: "Blue boxers and a half naked body…I'm not sure I wanna know..."
Rory: "Um, it's nothing. I thought you were my mom. We were talking and she said…
Then she phoned again. I just - It's a long, complicated and very embarrassing story."
Logan: "O-kay…I was just checking to make sure you got home alright."
Rory: "You were?"
Logan: "Well that and to see what you're doing now?"
Rory: "Right now?"
Logan: "Right now"
Rory: "I was just planning on ordering a take out and then finish off an assignment."
Logan: "Sounds like a jam packed evening."
Rory: "Yeah, I'm a wild child."
Logan: "Really, well then wild child, why don't you come down to the pub? We're gonna eat and finalize plans for Saturday."
Rory: "I should really-"
Logan: "Come on, Ace. I'll get you fed and home by an appropriate hour."
Rory: "Okay, sure."
Logan: "Really? Cool, I'll walk up and meet you outside your dorm in 20?"
Rory: "Okay."
Rory hangs up, looking at her clock. She stands up walking over to her lab top, turning it off.
Later
Rory walks out of bedroom, turning the light off as she leaves. She looks around the common room, making sure the television is off. She picks up her jacket from the couch and walks over to the door opening it, to be confronted by Logan.
Rory: "Hey, I thought we were meeting outside?"
Logan: "I got here early."
Logan takes a step forward, moving his hands to Rory's face as he leans in and kisses her. Rory pulls back and licks her lips.
Rory: "That was a good hello."
Logan: "Thought you'd like it."
Rory: "Caught me a little off guard."
Logan: "My evil plan prevails." He grins. "You ready?"
Rory: "Uh, I think so. Jacket, check" She lifts up her jacket. She moves her hand over her jean pockets. "Keys and cash, check…check. Yep, I'm ready to hit the road, Jack."
Logan: "Or the suburban, well lit street."
Rory: "That too."
Logan walks into the hallway, followed by Rory. She turns and locks the door.
Logan puts his arm around Rory's waist as they walk down the hallway together.
Logan: "So how was your trip home?"
Rory: "It was eventful…the whole day has been eventful, since I left you this morning till when I walked back into my dorm room tonight."
Logan: "I'm intrigued, go on."
Rory: "Well..."
They walk out of the hallway as Rory is explaining her day…
The Pub
Rory and Logan reach the entrance to the pub, as Rory is finishing her story.
Logan: "Wow, I think eventful was the accurate word to use. Doyle in blue boxers: A sight that should only be seen and described to ones whom aren't able to picture such a thing. I, on the other hand am picturing a half naked Doyle and it's not a pretty picture."
Rory: "Sorry, maybe I shouldn't have gone into specific details."
Logan: "I think a basic outline would have been sufficient."
Rory: "The blue boxers…"
Logan: "Rory! Please, the images. You're torturing me."
Rory smirks. Logan and Rory walk into the pub. Logan sees Finn, Colin, Juliet and Rosemary sitting at a table. They walk over.
Finn: "Logan..."
Logan: "Finn, Colin."
Logan nods to the two of them as he sits down.
Logan: "Juliet, Rosemary you remember Rory"
Rosemary: "Of course, thank you two arrived when you did. Finn was just trying to proposition me again. Rory tell him I'm interested."
Finn: "Please, Rosemary. Everyone here remembers how you tried to lure me into bed with your womanly ways. Rory, Rory Gilmore, come sit. Sit next to me, save me from the femme fetal, the Catwoman known as Rosemary."
Finn takes Rory's hand, helping her sit down between Logan and himself.
Rosemary: "Delusional."
Finn hides behind Rory, peering round to look at Rosemary. As Rosemary looks his way, he hisses at her and hides behind Rory once more.
Rosemary: "Logan, how could you possibly let Rory sit next to him? I swear in Australia there must be wanted posters with Finn's face on, hanging up in every town with the caption: Escapee from the Looney Bin."
Everyone at the table laughs.
Logan: "You guys ordered?"
Colin: "About 3 and half minutes ago. We weren't sure how long you and Gilmore were going to be, so-"
Logan: "Okay, so Rory and I will go order. Must be my round at the bar, same for everyone?"
Logan stands up, Rory follows. Finn looks up at Rory and Logan, with a look of desperation on his face.
Finn: "Please, Rory, Don't let me!"
Logan smirks taking Rory's hand, leading her away to the bar. Finn looks back over to Rosemary and winks at her. Logan and Rory step into the line at the bar.
Logan: "Sorry about Finn, you know once he has a few drinks he gets a little-"
Rory: "Dramatic?"
Logan: "Yeah."
Rory: "He should do theatre, I'm sure he'd love it. The costumes, the dancing, the-"
Logan: "Over-acting. The opportunities to make out with, endless amounts of women, that's not theatre, that his life. So Ace, what you in the mood for…Burger? Steak? Pie? Beer? Wine? Coke?"
Rory picks up a menu from the bar top and reads through it.
Logan ordering: "Hi, I'd like to add to table four's order: One Steak and fries and Rory…"
Rory: "Sounds good, I'll have the same please."
Logan: "And another order of the steak fries for the lady. Plus another round of drinks, with one extra beer and a glass of colombard chardonnay, please"
Bartender: "I'll put it on your tab and bring the drinks over."
Logan: "Thanks."
Logan and Rory walk away from the bar.
Rory: "Colombard chardonnay?"
Logan: "It's an Australian white wine with a fruity taste, you'll like it …and if not, then I'll order you a coke. It's just something new, something different"
Logan kisses Rory as they head back to the table.
Later
Juliet: "I'm full."
Colin: "You had a salad."
Juliet: "A filling salad."
Colin: "There is no possible way a salad can be filling? It's an appetizer."
Juliet: "A salad can be either an appetizer or an entrée. Rory, you're intelligent. Tell Colin, here it can be both."
Rory: "It can be both."
Juliet: "See."
Colin: "Oh really. Rory, would you eat a salad as an entrée?"
Rory: "Personally, no, but I'm not as health conscious as Juliet."
Logan: "No one is as health conscious as Juliet."
Finn: "That my friend is a fact. Another fact, Rosemary is going home with me tonight."
Rosemary: "Learn to differentiate between fact and fiction, Finn!"
Colin: "Okay so back to the topic of Saturday. Three rooms booked at the Plaza for Saturday night. Six tickets for the concert."
Juliet: "Six? I thought Robert was joining us?"
Colin: "He changed his mind, probably trying to save a buck or two."
Juliet: "Colin!"
Colin: "What? We all know Robert's tight fisted with his cash. That's fact, not fiction."
Finn: "Ah I see the distinction!"
Colin: "I think we should leave early in the morning, put our bags in the hotel. That way we can do whatever we choose before the concert."
Finn: "I object. I dislike early mornings. I dislike the sun."
Rosemary: "Anyone ever considered that maybe Finn is a vampire? I mean I've only seen him out at night."
Finn: "Yes, I am a vampire and I want to suck your blood."
Finn leans over and takes a hold of Rosemary's arm, lifting it up from the table, playfully pretending to bite it. Rosemary laughs, pulling back.
Rosemary: "If you were Angel, I'd let you suck my blood. Heck, if you were Spike, I'd even let you suck my blood, alas, your just Finn."
Colin: "Six of us. Three rooms, so…"
Finn: "Rosemary and I will share a room"
Rosemary: "Obsessed?"
Finn: "I think of it as persistent."
Rosemary: "Well, your persistence isn't paying off"
Finn: "Fine, I call Rory"
Juliet: "Hey!"
Rory: "What?"
Juliet: "What about me?"
Finn: "Sorry love, Rory doesn't snore!"
Juliet: "Fine!"
Rory: "Don't I get a say in this?"
Logan: "You know, Finn, I was actually thinking Rory and I would share."
Finn: "Fine, have your woman"
Finn looks around the table over to Juliet, giving her bashful eyes.
Juliet: "No chance."
Finn: "Aw you were my third choice."
Juliet: "There are only three of us. Therefore I was your last choice."
Logan: "Okay, let's just do this logically. Colin and Finn, Juliet and Rosemary, Rory and I, sorted."
Finn: "Aw that's not fair, your sharing with a girl."
Colin: "Yeah, his girlfriend."
Finn: "I hate labels."
Finn puts his head down against the table. Everyone laughs.
Rory's Dorm
Logan walks Rory to her door.
Rory: "Okay, well this is me. Thank you for dinner."
Rory leans in and kisses Logan.
Rory: "Thank you for walking me to my door."
She leans in again and kisses him. She puts the key in the door, opening it. She peers into the common room, the lights are off.
Rory: "I guess Paris is at Doyle's tonight."
Logan: "Either that, or he's reciting Shakespeare in his blue boxers, in the dark just waiting to surprise you."
Rory: "Eugh, I hope not."
Logan: "Well, I should get going"
Rory: "You're not going to stay?"
Logan: "I don't think I should. You've got a paper to write and I'll just be a distraction."
Rory: "That's rational thinking."
Logan smirks: "It's a first."
Rory leans in and kisses him again. Logan pulls back.
Logan: "Night, Ace."
Logan leans in and kisses her again. He turns and walks away. Rory takes a step into her room.
Logan: "Rory."
Rory steps back into the hallway and looks down the corridor at Logan.
Rory: "Yeah."
Logan: "You might wanna check outside your window before you go to sleep."
Logan walks away; Rory raises an eyebrow, walking inside. She heads into her room, opens the curtains and sees a CD case stuck to the window on the outside. Opening her window, she peels off the sticky tape holding the CD to the window. She reads the cover: Ace, don't worry it's not a mixed CD. She opens the case, and sees the Killer's CD in it. Putting it in her cd player, she turns it on, listening to the first track. She looks at her answer phone, seeing the red light flashing…she presses it:
Answer phone: "You have One New Message:"
Quiet…….
Lorelai: "Blue boxers, ha! Got ya!"
Answer phone: "End of messages,"
