Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Sucks I know.
Note: Yeah I know new story. Weird. I got some inspiration and I have to let it out before it disappears. Don't worry...The Reigning Lorelai will get done and the sequel will be coming out but this is a side story. I like the idea so I'm running with it.
A few things we must get through: Number one Lorelai and Rory are not related. Weird I know. BUT Lorelai does have a daughter...Chelsea. And she's like Jess's Rory...fell in love during senior year and then all that stuff happened and Jess left. Blah blah blah. This story takes place around when Liz is getting married to TJ. Remember kids this is AU. But the fundamental thing still apply.
P.S. I have no hostile feelings towards strippers. I don't think they're dumb. K thanx.
Jess Mariano was going to kill Luke Danes. That was a fact.
Why?
Because Jess Mariano was sitting in a strip club reading Hemmingway listening to his future step-dad and his brother talk about laps and why they don't exist. Meanwhile countless scantily clad women with breasts too big for their bodies invaded his personal space. Why don't they get that if a guy is reading Hemmingway he doesn't want a lap dance.
He figured strippers weren't the brightest crayons in the box.
There wasn't much logic to what they did really. They mostly shook their hips, took off their clothes, and climbed poles. It didn't spark an interest in him and it didn't turn him on. He was past that really.
Things were starting to get pleasant though. He had a beer, TJ stopped talking about laps thanks to Luke, and a girl hadn't come up to him in the past 5 minutes. Butin the distance he heard stilettos clacking against the stone floor. They were getting louder and louder until he finally he felt a presence behind him. He muttered, "Damn," under his breathe and spoke up harshly, "I don't want a lap dance for God sakes. Don't you bimbos get that?"
Suddenly he felt a swift kick bump against his chair scraping it forward. The girl came into view with an amused expression on her face. Jess drew a sharp breath and took in this new arrival's appearance.
She was more modest and classy than the other girls with more substance to her looks. She didn't look artificial…she seemed…real. Her long brown hair went past her shoulders and her bangs slightly covered her sapphire blue eyes. They still held a sense of innocence and shyness…something Jess couldn't believe seeing in a girl like her in a place like this. She was insanely gorgeous…prettier than Chelsea Gilmore Jess's first and only love.
"Let's get one thing straight buddy," the girl started, "I am not a bimbo. And you must not want a lap dance if you're reading Hemmingway. You definitely want to be curing insomnia if you're reading Hemmingway."
Jess smirked. This girl was smart if she knew Hemmingway. "What do you suggest I read then?" he asked amused. He could have a little fun with this girl.
She pulled up a chair and sat across from him. "If you want something good you can't go wrong with Ayn Rand. Especially The Fountainhead. I read that when I was 10 and it was amazing," she exclaimed with her blue eyes brightening up as she talked about literature.
Jess thought he could have died and went to heaven when he saw those eyes bright up.
"Ayn Rand is a political nut," he retorted.
"And Hemmingway is a bore," she shot back.
"Earnest only has good things to say about you," he said playfully.
"Oh like you do? Cause if that's the case Hemmingway can kiss my bimbo butt," she said sarcastically.
Jess frowned a little bit remembering what he first said to her. He should probably apologize for that. "Sorry about that," he mumbled. It wasn't much but hey it was something.
The girl smirked at him figuring he didn't have much of a hand on words. She took a plunge by sticking out her hand and offering him her name. "My names Lorelai by the way."
Jess's eyebrows raised when he heard her name. He always figured that could end up being a stripper's name but he never thought he'd actually meet one. "Your last name's not Gilmore by any chance," he asked warily.
She laughed confused by his question and told him no. 'Good,' he thought, 'absolutely no connection to Lorelai Gilmore.'
"You know when someone gives you your name it's common courtesy to give them yours," Lorelai said.
He smirked once again…it was a strange habit…especially with this girl. "I'm not much for common courtesies but for you I'll make an exception. The names Jess."
Lorelai sat back in her chair with her arms crossed taking a good long look at Jess. After a couple minutes of their staring contest she finally said, "I like you Jess…I don't suppose you'll let me give you a lap dance but if you wait until midnight when I get off I can give you something a lot better."
Jess's eyebrows raised and he gave Lorelai a small smile knowing what she was insinuating. "And just what would that be?" he asked her.
Lorelai got up from her chair and slowly walked over to Jess. She bent down low enough so she could huskily whisper in his ear, "Keep thinking what you're thinking."
He smiled as she walked away and mumbled to himself, "I don't have a choice." He opened up his Hemmingway novel and continued his reading anticipating the hour of midnight.
