Ok, so I finally got this one out! Yay!
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Also, could someone please tell me what "Au" means? And, you know... all that other fanfic lingo stuff... lol.
ALSO... Before you start harping on me about how there's no "Logan and Rory" action going on yet, I KNOW I KNOW, you must be patient. I was going to continue this scene, but figured this was a good place to stop, so... You'll have to wait til chapter 5.
And your going to LOVEme, after chapter 5 wink wink, nudge nudge. Lol, well, at least, I hope you will... lol.
Anyway, here you go, number 4.
Placing the bag of potato chips and remote control off her lap, she grabbed a half-empty bottle of some brown liquid from the coffee table, and stood up, chugging down the alcohol as she made her way to the kitchen. She could still hear the tapping noises, but had consumed just enough booze to feel brave. When she was right in front of the window, she brought the bottle down from her lips, but it was all spurted onto the window when she saw the not until recently familiar blonde head, tinkering around with her window lock.
Though she couldn't be completely clear, thanks to the blurry imagery of the saliva-infested alcohol made on her glass pane, but she was pretty sure Logan had a deer-caught-in-headlights expression upon his face.
Thedrink was immediately brought back up to her lips.
And then spit back out again, when she heard Finn's voice from behind her.
"Well, hello there. Have me met before?" She turned around to see the tan skinned guy who'd sat in front of her originally at the coffee shop. "Logan! I got the front door! Are you alright, Madame? It's an awful shame to be wasting all that drink..." She was pretty sure the deer-caught-in-headlight look had jumped to her face by now.
"Wh.. What are you.. you doing here... what are you doing here?" Rory asked incredulously, placing the bottle upon her kitchen counter with a shaky hand, and looking around at all her windows and doors, expecting to see people climbing in. Of course, Finn had somehow unlocked the front door... so they all climbed in that way. Or, well, walked in.
"Whoa! It's Goth girl!" Rory whipped her head around, looking for the guy who said it. She was pretty sure his name was Colin.
"Whose 'Goth girl'?" Rory heard a girl's voice this time, and saw a blonde come in with Logan behind her, holding a champagne glass in one hand, and a purse in the other.
Rory stared, amazed and unsure of how to react as the 4 of them came into her pool house and made themselves comfortable, drinking copious amounts of alcohol and lounging about all over her furniture.
"I didn't know Goth's liked Oprah…" She heard the Colin guy say, as she pondered her situation, and scrunched up her brows, only to see that she'd stopped at that channel on her TV. When she'd heard the noise by her kitchen window.
"I wouldn't know, because I am NOT Goth, and like I said before, you call me Goth, or emo, or emotionally troubled, or any other synonyms of that kind, and I will kick your ass", she said, glaring so hard, she started to feel a minor pain in the back of her head. Or maybe that was the liquor…
They all turned to look at her, slightly surprised expressions on their faces.
"Relax, Goth girl, I was only posing my curiousit—", but Colin didn't get to finish because Rory had tackled him.
She clasped her hands around his throat and started screaming, "Don't! Ever! Call! Me! Goth! Again!" in between banging his head on the ground. She soon felt strong arms close around her waist, and pull her from her victim, as she struggled to keep a firm grasp on him.
"Girl! Lady! Geez, what's your name?" She heard Logan demand at her, as she refused to let go of Colin's shirt collar. The fear in his eyes almost made her smirk.
"Lorelei!" She screamed at him, punching and kicking, anything to keep a hold of him.
"Lorelei! Lorelei, let go!" She heard him say. Finally, he ripped her so strongly from Colin, that they fell backwards, and she landed on him, back to his chest. She breathed in deeply, and realized how much energy she'd put into beating Colin's face in.
"Jesus…" She heard Finn say, as he and the blonde girl helped Colin to his feet, and onto her couch.
"Little bastard!" Rory screamed again, attempting to get back up, and she felt the arms around her waist again, and remembered she was on top of Logan. Her face flushed.
"Wow, you are one feisty chick…" Logan said from behind her, and Rory's face flushed an even darker red.
"Let go of me," she said harshly, trying to get out of his grasp.
"Not unless you promise not to try and beat Colin up again," he replied.
"He provoked me," she retorted, twisting her head around to face him. He smirked at her.
"Do you promise?" He asked.
"Yes, yes, whatever," she answered, and got up as he let her go. Walking past the couch, she set her face in an angry scowl, and swiping the bottle off the kitchen counter, made her way back to the love seat in front of the TV where she'd sat before and fell on it, while taking a big, long, swig from her drink. She grabbed her bag of chips and started eating them by the handful. Beating people up was tiring!
"So, um, Lorelei… I didn't take you for an Oprah kind of girl…" Rory turned her head to see Finn coming over to her, and scowled even more when he collapsed on the seat beside her.
"I'm not," she snapped, and went to take another drink but saw that her bottle was empty.
"Here, let me help you with that," he said, and pulled another from seemingly nowhere. Looking at him closely, with her eyes narrowed she cautiously took the bottle from his hand, while he got rid of the empty one. Popping off the lid, and taking a sip, she decided it wasn't poisoned, and most probably drinkable.
"What did you say your name was again?" She asked.
"Finn." She paused to regard him seriously.
"Finn," she said, tipping the warm liquid into her mouth once more, "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship…"