A/N: I'm not really 'feeling' this chapter, I don't think it is as good at the others, but I decided to post it anyway.

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Chapter 4 – Rory-killing and Logan-beating

"Bloody hell!" Finn mumbled as he dropped himself on the coach next to a cuddling Colin and Stephanie. "Steph, love, remind me to kill Rory."

"What did Reporter Girl do now?" Colin asked.

The Australian sighed and ran a hand through his already messy hair. "You know how she gets when she drinks?"

"Yeah...?" Steph said questioning as Colin nodded.

"She becomes very talkative." Again they nodded.

"I mean, remember how she always says something embarrassing?"

"Finn! This..," Colin said as he nodded his head. "...Is getting very irritating and annoying."

The Aussie sent his a look, maybe more a death-glare. Sighing, he continued. "Remember my first encounter with Paris Gellar?"

Stephanie's eyes immediately lit up and a big smile appeared on her round face. "Oh this is going to be sooo good," she said grinning.

Finn glared at her with narrowed eyes as he shook his head. Opening his mouth, he was about to say something when a loud giggle interrupted him.

"Oooh Fiiiinny!" a voice called playfully.

Finn looked up to see Logan and Rory coming toward them. "Bloody hell," he mumbled to himself. "Not again. Do you think I have time to hide?" The panic in his voice was obvious.

"What?" Colin asked and looked from Finn to the laughing duo. "What did Gilmore and Huntzberger do?"

"Nothing?" Rory suggested innocently between laughter. She turned to Logan, who was smirking, and mouthed 'now' to him.

"Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl," Logan began to sing, his face twisting in a big smile, while Finn looked on in horror. "With yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there…"

"Steph, remind me to beat Logan's ass afterward."

"Right," Stephanie nodded, trying hard to keep a straight face. "Rory-killing, Logan-beating. Got it."

Logan and Rory both sat on Finn's lap and they continued to sing with their scrawny voices. "…Across a crowded floor, they worked from 8 till 4. They were young and they had each other…"

"For the love of God, please stop!" Finn begged while he tried pushing them away.

Logan raised his eyebrows and looked at Rory, but stopped singing and got up. "I can't believe you never told me you were a Barry Manilow fan."

"It was one time! I was drunk! She sang too!" Finn all but yelled as he pointed to Rory.

"Yes I did, but I wasn't the one wearing a leopard g-string!" the brunette answered with a smile on her face as she remained seated on Finn's lap. "And, as I remember it, you were the one who wanted to sing."

"I just, I can't…" Logan sighed dramatic. "How could you keep this from me? I thought we were friends, best friends!" He was determent to look serious.

"I bloody hate you. Both of you."

"You know what?" Colin asked. "I think I like Gilmore drunk. Of course, I am going to hate her in the morning when I have to buy hangover food for her and find her pills-"

"I am not drunk!" Rory interrupted, earning glares from the whole group. "I am not. Just… Slightly tipsy," she defended.

"Rory Gilmore just sang Barry Manilow's 'Copacabana', quite awfully might I add, and now you are trying to tell us you aren't drunk?" Steph rolled her eyes. "I love you honey, but you are such a terrible liar."

"Whatever," the brunette pouted and removed herself from Finn's lap to sit next to Logan on the armchair.

"I am assuming you two are done with the whole Barry Manilow thing…"

"For now," Logan nodded.

"Right," Colin looked at Finn apologizing. "So let's play a game."

"A game?" Steph asked. "What do you have in mind McCrea?"

"Well, there is the classic 'Truth or Dare', but that seems more like a High School kind of game. Then of course there is 'Tell-your-darkest-secret', but I am thinking too serious. Last but certainly not least… 'I Never'. Fun, interesting and perfect if you are drunk." He looked over at Rory and Logan.

"I am not drunk!"

"Sure reporter Girl," he replied sarcastic. "So, in or out?"

"I could use some fun," Steph answered.

Finn nodded. "I'm in, and we all know that Huntzberger is in. He is always in. And since Rory is drunk-"

"-Not drunk!" the petite voice repeated, but Finn ignored it.

"-I figure she is up for it too."

"Well then," Colin began, his eyes almost glowing and that famous grin of his appearing on his face. "I've only got one thing to say. Let the game begin."

--GG--

She woke up to the feeling of someone bumping into her. At first she ignored it and tried to sleep on, but as the bumping continued and the sudden hangover became obvious she finally opened her eyes. Beside her laid four people. She immediately recognized Logan, who currently had his arm rapped around her waist. He slept peacefully, his brown eyes closed. The three other people were a boy with brown hair, a dark-haired man that looked quite familiar and a woman with long red hair. The last two were rapped around each other.

Sitting up on the floor, she looked closer at the two and rolled her eyes when she saw who it was. "Of course," she mumbled to herself. "Should have known."

She laid down on the floor again, letting herself enjoy the feeling on Logan beside her. She wasn't use to this, being so close with someone she hardly knew. But she was Finn and Colin's friend, so he had to be a great guy. And from what she remembered before the party, he seemed to be. Unfortunately everything from the party was pretty blurry.

"Rory?" a groggy voice asked. "Rory, are you awake?"

"Colin?" She looked up to see the brown-haired boy sitting in the sofa, his face looking just as pained as she was sure hers did. "I feel like I am dying. What the hell did we do?"

He rubbed his forehead, trying to make the awful headache go away. "You feel like you are dying, I am dying!" he said too loudly and groaned.

"Colin," she warned. "I can't remember a thing. What the hell happened?"

"We decided to play 'I Never'. Rosemary came along and suddenly all of Finn's questions became stupid," Colin answered. "What kind of question is I never eat? I never pee?"He laid back in the sofa and closed his eyes."I swear, Rosemary is never hanging out with Finn again. Redheads have too much power over him."

"Unfortunately I don't think he will give her up for the sake of us," Rory replied and looked back at Finn and Rosemary, tangled together on the floor. "Besides… He looks happy."

"He's drunk. He's asleep. He's has a woman in his arms. He has a redhead in his arms." Colin snorted and shook his head. "Of course he is happy! That is like Finn's dream."

"Fine," Rory answered. "Just keep your voice down, it's like a bell is ringing inside my head. Not such a great thing. And by the way, who the hell is this?" she asked and pointed to the sleeping body of a brown-haired boy.

Colin popped his eyes open and followed Rory's finger. "Oh him. That is Robert. The two of you became very… familiar with each other last night." A grin appeared on his face for the first time that morning.

"Familiar?" Rory frowned. "Please don't tell me I made out with him."

"You didn't," he insured her. "I actually meant that you talked a lot. Well, you were the one talking most of the time. Telling about all sorts of experiences." He noticed that Rory let out a little sight. "So you got hit by a deer once, huh? And kissed Paris on Spring Break? Not to talk about-"

"-Oh god…" She suddenly remembered very clearly why she hated parties.