A/N: Continuation of the last chapter. Hope you enjoy this! Please read and review, and consider following it, favoriting it, or telling your friends. As always, I do not own Gilmore Girls or any of its characters or concepts and I owe the great ASP for giving me so many amazing characters to work with. However, I do own a backup stash of candy for impromptu movie nights. One of the most important decisions I ever made.


Chapter 104

"That was…"

"Amazing."

"We should both be sterilized."

"After we meet David Tutera."

"And the people at that shop."

"The one from Say Yes?"

"Obviously. All the dresses were perfect."

"You hated 80 percent of them."

"Well maybe they were just so bad that I blocked them out."

"Some of them really were that bad."

"But Bridezillas…"

"Completely took the cake. Won by a landslide."

"The girl who thought she was a princess or something?"

"With the really creepy fiancé who she just verbally assaulted the entire time?"

"And then at the end with the bus stop?"

"That was crazy!"

"Not crazier than the Latina girl."

"The one with the lips or…"

"The nose."

"Oh my god, the girl with the nose. How much plastic do you think was in her body?"

"Probably enough to fill up a ball pit with as many rubber balls as it takes to fill up a ball pit."

"That was a weird analogy."

"My brain's in a weird place. What time is it?"

"I don't know," Lorelai shrugged, "The TV clock went out last week. I need to make Luke fix it."

"I'll check my phone."

"No! No phones on movie night, that's the rule. Check the kitchen."

"Alright, fine. But the information age is moving on without us."

"I prefer vintage."

"You're insane."

"Delightfully unexpected."

"Oh my god!"

"What?"

Rory rushed back into the living room. "It's 6."

"6 at…"

"6 AM."

"Oh my god!" Lorelai exclaimed, standing up and rubbing her eyes, "How is that possible? That would mean we've been watching these shows for…"

"Ten hours."

"It's official. We should be guillotined."

"Guillotined?"

"The beheading-thing from the French Revolution."

"Oh. That's a bad way to go."

"You know, actually it was fairly painless. Considered very humane overall."

"Okay, this conversation is way too creepy for six in the morning. God, what was the last time we were up at six in the morning?"

"I don't remember," Rory shrugged, "When I made you go to kindergarden?"

"You know, that was the first time I ever wanted to sell you to the wolves."

"What a sense of nostalgia you have."

"Wait, that wasn't it. Dance marathon."

"Oh, you're right! That was the first time I wished you had sold me to the wolves."

"Man, we're really not good at getting up early."

"But apparently very good at staying up late."

"Is it late?"

"Early?"

"I don't know."

"Are you tired?"

"We've been drinking coffee and soda and eating for ten hours straight. So no, but I am a little shakey."

"Me too."

"So what do we do?"

"Um…exacerbate the problem?"

"Only logical solution. Two lefts make a right kind of thing."

"I'm pretty sure that's not the phrase."

"Well maybe I'll figure it out once I've had some coffee."

"Or maybe you just want to see your boyfriend."

"Or maybe you just want to see your fiancé."

"Please, I see him all the time," Lorelai waved off the accusation, "You're my only daughter."

"And how many finacees do you have?"

"Twelve at last count, but I think I lost one of them in the park the other day."

"You should really get leashes."

"Or shock collars."

"Are they really that unruly?"

"Only when they see one another."

"And on that note, I really need coffee."

"Right behind you."