AN: Sorry this took so long to get up. I'm trying to finish up Skip a Beat plus I had two little one shots I had to get out of my head. Please leave me a happy little review :)
Logan plopped down in the booth next to his friends, a drink in each hand. He knew they would be at the Pub, it was a Friday night after all.
"You're back early," Colin greeted him with a smug smile.
"And he's double fisting it. Not a rarity if you're me, but not a good sign for Huntz here," Finn added.
"It was fine, she just wasn't my type," Logan said off handedly. It was true, Rory Gilmore wasn't his type; argumentative, commitment-oriented, could actually hold a conversation about something other than her newest pair of Jimmy Choo's or his father's money. So why did she stay on his mind? Sure, she was pretty, but pretty girls were a dime a dozen, especially for a guy like him. And OK, he'd enjoyed her company, their constant banter and her tendency to get riled up at the slightest provocation were highly entertaining, but that was all there was to it. He'd probably never even see her again, after all it took him eighteen years to meet her the first time.
"Wait, Logan had a date with a girl who wasn't his type? Wait, there are girls who aren't Logan's type? I thought he'd sleep with anything with boobs," a girl with curly blonde hair asked incredulously.
"Hey," Logan replied indignantly. "I do have some standards; I've never slept with you."
"I'm going to let that slide because you're clearly having a bad night and because everyone at this table knows that you've tried to get in my pants on more than one occasion. I just have enough sense not to let you in my bed. Now tell me about this girl who wasn't your type. Was she fat? Elephant man ugly?"
"No Steph, she was OK looking," he told the blonde girl.
"OK looking? You seemed to think she was more than OK looking the other day. You practically left a pile of drool on the common room floor after just talking about her," Colin called him on his understatement.
"Which leaves only one other reason I can think of for your declaration that she 'wasn't your type,'" Steph extrapolated.
"Yes my dear, I think you've hit the nail on the head," Finn agreed, then paused for dramatic effect. "The lovely lady wouldn't put out."
"Ooh the girl has good taste then. I like her already," Steph smiled.
"Whatever," Logan dismissed, knocking back the second of his two drinks though he'd been there for barely 5 minutes. "She had a boyfriend. I figured it wouldn't be polite to split them up; you know, figured I'd spread the wealth a little."
"She has a boyfriend and she still went on a date with you?" Steph asked.
"Oh this is a great story, you're going to love this," Colin informed her. "She totally rejected him at first and only wound up on the date because her grandparents shanghaied her into it."
"Hah! That's hot. Who are her grandparents?"
"Richard and Emily Gilmore."
"So that would make this the infamous Rory Gilmore. Makes sense, Dugrey didn't dub her the Mary of Chilton for being the kind of girl who would swoon at Huntzberger's feet," Stephanie commented.
"Please, she's not that innocent," Logan rolled his eyes.
"Yes, and I bet you 'drive her crazy,'" Finn replied with a smirk.
"You better be careful, the girl is 'toxic', Huntz," Colin added.
"Yes but she got to go out with me so isn't she 'lucky,'" Logan retorted.
"OK, you three know way too many Britney Spears songs. It's a little disturbing to say the least," Stephanie stopped them.
"I'm going to get another drink," Logan declared.
"You just had two," Steph reminded him.
"Yes, exactly. I had two. Now I have none. I'll be right back." He stood up from the table and made his way to the bar.
His friend's watched him as he sidled up to the bar to exchange his empty glasses for full ones. "What's his deal tonight?" Colin asked concerning his friend's strange mood.
"Our dear Huntz has finally experienced the pain of rejection. Uncharted territory for him, mate."
"But he had to have known. I warned him that this girl wouldn't be like the rest. And he knew she hated him before he even went out with her."
"I don't think it's the generic concept of rejection, boys," Stephanie said, her eyes still glued to Logan's back where he stood at the bar. "Look." Colin and Finn turned their attention back to their blond friend and noticed a tall, slender brunette walk up beside him. She placed a hand gently on his arm and said something. He didn't even turn to look at her but he must have spoken because the girl threw her head back in a show of laughter, clearly trying too hard to act like she was amused. He finally turned to face her, both his hands once again loaded with drinks. She leaned into him to whisper something in his ear. He simply shrugged, turned, and walked away.
"What was that all about?" Colin asked.
"She was so hot she was hott with two 't's and she wasn't even a red head," Finn commented.
"She was practically begging him to take her home and do ungodly things to her," Colin replied.
Stephanie just shook her head at their cluelessness as Logan sat back down. "What?" he asked at his friend's looks.
"What just happened up there?" Colin asked him.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you just blew off that girl at the bar. You could be getting laid as we speak and yet here you sit with us, downing scotch faster than Finn."
"I just wasn't interested," Logan shrugged it off.
"Logan Huntzberger wasn't interested in meaningless sex on a Friday night? Who are you and what have you done with my best mate?"
"It's not a big deal. Can we just drop it, please?" Logan turned to look at Stephanie. "Do I even want to know why you're so quiet?"
"You like her," Steph replied matter-of-factly.
"Who? The girl at the bar? She was alright," he shrugged.
Steph rolled her eyes. "Not the girl at the bar. Gilmore. You like her."
"You're crazy."
"She affected you. You're all sullen, you were far too insistent about the fact that she 'wasn't your type,' and suddenly you've changed from using sex to using alcohol as a vice. You like her."
"Look, I'm not saying I would have kicked her out of my bed but it's no great loss either. There are plenty of other fish in the sea."
"And yet you seemed to have taken a little break from fishing. Odd."
Logan rolled his eyes and sighed. "You need to get a hobby Steph, and stop over analyzing other people's lives, you're not very good at it."
"You keep telling yourself that Huntz, she replied with a smile. "You keep telling yourself that."
"It's 10:30, Rory," Jess said as she walked up to the house.
"Wow, you can tell time. And they say our public schools are going to hell in a handbasket," she replied teasingly, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.
"You were out with another guy until 10:30 on a Friday night," he said accusingly.
"We already went through this Jess. He's a friend of my grandparents and his family owns a bunch of newspapers. It was just a networking thing." As she spoke she was oddly aware of Logan's car pulling out of the driveway; she ignored the strange feeling it left her with and forced her focus back on Jess. "That's all. Nothing happened, nothing's going to happen. You have nothing to worry about."
"Well excuse me for having a problem with seeing my girlfriend go out with other guys. I at least thought you'd be home at a reasonable hour so that we could still do something," he said, raising his voice a little.
"It's only 10:30 Jess. I usually don't get home until almost this late from my grandparent's on a Friday night." She rolled her eyes in annoyance. Just what she needed in her life, more jealousy. Dean was jealous of Tristan, then Dean was jealous of Jess; Jess was jealous of Dean, and now Jess was jealous of Logan who she could barely even stand. She was sick of it.
"Your grandparents aren't horny college guys who think they're entitled to anything and anyone they want. And I've never seen you dress like that," he motioned to Rory's outfit, "for your grandparents."
She suddenly felt very self-conscious of her clothing for the first time since Logan had fist picked her up but she stood her ground anyway. "There's nothing wrong with my outfit, Mom helped me pick it out. And you have no right to start acting all cave-man possessive. You've known about this all week. You knew I couldn't get out of it and I never hid anything from you."
"Oh come on Rory, you've got to see this from my perspective."
"I don't have to anything. You're being a jerk. Just go home and come back when you're willing to act like a civilized person." Without waiting for a response, Rory turned on her heel and walked into the house.
"Mini-me you're home," Lorelai called out with glee as her daughter came breezing through the door. "Come, tell Mommy all about your date with your rich college man."
"It wasn't a date," Rory replied defensively.
"Oh right, right. How was your business dinner with your rich college man? I'm so sorry I wasn't here to pester him when he picked you up. Michel decided that the Independence Inn should start offering jazzercise classes for our patrons and some fifty year old woman who clearly never exercised a day in her life decided to join in. Well apparently she didn't read the fine print about all exercise programs should be approved by your physician and she pulled a groin muscle and we had to call Dr. Fitzgerald to come have a looksy. It was a big pain in the ass. Well not for her; for her it was a big pain in the somewhere else. So anyway, back to you and blondie. Did he have the audacity to be on time because that's a big no-no when you're going somewhere with a Gilmore girl. Oh and I saw the flowers..."
"God, what is everyone's problem tonight?" Rory cut her mother off frustratedly.
"Is this about the little tift you and Jess just had on our porch?" Lorelai asked, leading Rory into the living room.
"You saw that?"
"No, I was in the bathroom but Babbette was spying on you from her house and she called to tell me all about it."
"It just happened 30 seconds ago, how could she possibly have called you in that amount of time?" Rory asked incredulously.
"Never underestimate the gossiping powers of Babbette. Now tell me what happened."
"He was acting like an ass, that's what happened. First he started going off about the time, then he was complaining about my clothes..."
"You do look damn sexy in that outfit, you're mother sure has some good fashion sense," Lorelai interrupted.
Rory rolled her eyes and ignored her mother's comments. "He was acting like I was cheating on him or something when he knew about this all along. Like I wanted to spend my Friday night going to dinner with a pompous, frat-boy wannabe who thinks he's god's gift to women," she complained as she collapsed onto the sofa.
"So not an enjoyable evening?" Lorelai, asked, joining her daughter on the couch.
"Ugh," she moaned. "He's so friggin' insufferable. He always had to have the last word on everything, he had some annoying response for every word I said. We couldn't find any common ground. And he was constantly acting like I should just be grateful he was even willing to look my way. I swear I've never met anyone so...grr" she finished ineloquently.
"Hmm, interesting," Lorelai remarked, cocking her head to the side to examine her daughter.
"What?"
"You seem awfully perturbed. You don't usually let people get to you like this, except..." she said and then paused.
"Except what?" Rory asked defensively.
"Except Tristan and Jess, and well, we both know how those worked out."
"I hate Tristan with a fiery passion that burns like the sun," Rory replied.
"And yet you kissed him at that party that time."
"I had just broken up with Dean and he'd just broken up with Summer and he looked so pathetic and it was just a moment of weakness. It meant nothing," she replied a little too adamantly.
"And Jess? He used to get to you like this and now you're dating him."
"If you're implying what I think you're implying you can just stop right now."
"What do you think I'm implying?" Lorelai asked innocently.
"I'm sure that nothing good can come from me answering that question. You know what you're doing."
"What am I doing."
"Mom!"
"Daughter!" Lorelai looked straight at Rory, not flinching.
"Fine," the younger Gilmore finally broke down. "Maybe he wasn't quite as obnoxious as I originally thought but it would have been pretty difficult to live down to my expectations so that's not saying a whole lot."
"Hah! You admit it," Lorelai replied triumphantly. "You liiiike him, you want to kiiiiiss him, love him and maaaarry him," she sang out.
"I hate you," Rory retorted, getting up from the couch and marching off to her room leaving a chorus of "Rory and Logan sitting in a tree" in her wake.
"So you actually expect us to spend our Thanksgiving at some society party with our parents?" Colin asked incredulously.
"Come on guys, we made a pact. We agreed to never leave one of the others to their own devices at these things," Logan said. It was a few days before Thanksgiving and he was sitting in his common room with Colin and Finn.
"So how about none of us go and we spend Thanksgiving in a proper way, with booze and sexy redheads," Finn argued.
"My parents are making me go," Logan replied.
"You're parents never make you go to any of these things unless they're business related and Thanksgiving at the Gilmore residence is definitely not business related." Colin argued.
"Sure it is, Richard and Emily are still probably trying to marry their granddaughter of to the heir to the Huntzberger fortune. They'll probably be discussing dowries," Finn supplied.
"So that's what this is all about? I thought you were over that. Jeez man, she's not interested, get over it."
"This has nothing to do with Rory," Logan defended. Well, maybe it had something to do with Rory. Finn was probably partly correct. The Gilmore's had clearly liked the idea of a match between him and their granddaughter and likely extended an invitation to their holiday get together for the opportunity to throw the two together again. Not that he would mind seeing her again, she was entertaining to be around and pretty easy on the eyes, but it would be purely platonic. She had a boyfriend, she wasn't his type.
"Sure, and Finn's tan is thanks to his natural love of the sun," Colin retorted.
"Ugh, don't even mention the sun. Why must it be so bright?"
"Because it's a giant, glowing ball of flaming gas," Logan supplied.
"Oh right, well back to the topic. I say we go to this thing. I'm dying to meet the girl who has my best mate so smitten."
"I am not smitten."
"Whatever you say Huntz. Although Finn makes a good point, god help me for just admitting that, but it should be interesting to see this girl. Oh and we're bringing Stephanie, she'll be sure to make this a memorable night."
"I don't know if I should be thankful or terrified now," Logan moaned. What the hell had he been thinking?
AN2: So I know in the actual show the Gilmore Thanksgiving wasn't an actual party but I'm changing it for my own purposes because I can. (oh and leave a review ;) )