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Those tear stained eyes can make me feel so sad
And once again we're further away from what we never had
So why should I take your hand when you can't promise happy endings?
-Thoughts Before Me; Amber Pacific

It was Friday afternoon and the campers had just left. Rory, Sammie and Eric were sitting in the office talking as they filed their weekly paperwork.

"We should all do something together." Sammie suggested.

"We work together everyday." Eric stated stapling a bunch of papers together.

"I mean something that isn't necessarily G rated."

"Sorry, I am against staff orgies." Rory quipped.

"Then my plans for the evening are ruined." Tristan commented as he walked up to the group.

Sammie rolled her eyes "I meant like let's go to a club or something…That new one Silk just opened."

"I'm game." Tristan shrugged.

"Me too." Eric nodded in agreement.

"Great! Abby, Jake and Kelsey already said they'd go. Rory?"

"I don't--"

"Rory," Sammie whined.

Rory sighed "Fine. What time?"

"We'll all meet there like nineish?"

"Alright, see you then." Tristan said as he and Eric left for their cars.

"I don't know how to get there." Rory told Sammie.

"I'll pick you up."

"I really do not want to go."

"I know." Sammie said smirking as she walked towards the other counselors.

Rory knew that this wasn't going to turn out like everyone thought it would. She just had a feeling that something was going to happen, bad or good she wasn't exactly sure, she just knew it would be unexpected.

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Rory had just finished putting her make up on to go out when she heard Sammie beep her car horn. "Crap." Rory mumbled as she scurried around to put on her shoes. "Mom, I'm going!"

"Try not to pull a Coyote Ugly and if you do have someone document it on film…I want mocking rights!" Lorelai called from the kitchen.

"Will do!" she said sarcastically.

"Bye, Sweets!"

"Bye." Rory yelled stepping out of the house and got into Sammie's car. "Hey."

"You clean up nice." Sammie smiled referring to Rory's denim skirt and pink silk tank top.

"Thanks so do you." Rory complimented. "So, was there really a reason for this little get together?"

"Actually, this get together had no ulterior motive."

Rory scoffed, "Yeah, I believe that."

Sammie just shrugged, she really didn't have a secret agenda for the night. She hoped that maybe something would happen between Rory and Tristan, but that was a long shot. "Think what you want."

The rest of the drive was spent with chatter about small topics such as movies or things on the radio. Sammie hadn't known Rory for a long time but she knew that the more Rory Gilmore was pushed the more she resisted. She'd just have to let Rory go to Tristan on her own time.

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Tristan was sitting at the bar with Breelynn, since she had insisted that she come along. She claimed she wanted to meet the people her big brother worked with but he knew the truth, it was a ploy to get to see Eric. He knew he couldn't stand in their way much longer so he reluctantly agreed to let her come along.

"Will you stop!" Breelynn exclaimed.

"What am I doing?"

"That is the seventh napkin you've made into a paper football, the bartender is giving you the evil eye."

"No, he's giving you the evil eye because you ordered a martini and don't look a day over sixteen."

"I had ID!"

"It was a fake."

"He obviously didn't know that because he gave me the drink." She said picking up the glass and waved it around slightly.

"You shouldn't be drinking."

"I'm eighteen." She argued quietly so the bartender didn't hear her.

"Legal age to consume alcohol is twenty one."

"You were drinking six packs by the time you were fifteen."

"I'm a guy."

"That reason is bullshit!"

"Deal with it." Tristan shrugged.

Tristan scanned the club and saw Sammie and Rory walk in. Rory looked beautiful, just as she had the other night.

"There's your Mary." Breelynn said pulling him out of his thoughts.

"How do you know?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"You honestly think I don't know about that picture you have of her from Chilton? You were leaning against the lockers talking to her and she looks like she wants to kill you with her eyes."

"She was a reminder that not everyone thought I was god."

Breelynn rolled her eyes, "You actually thought you were god-like?"

Tristan looked at his sister and smirked "Still am, now don't do anything embarrassing like get so drunk you start spouting off stories about your boarding school days."

"I did that once!"

"But you still did it."

"Whatever." Breelynn mumbled crossing her arms and pouted.

"Hey, Tristan!" Sammie said brightly.

"Hey Sammie, Mare." Tristan greeted.

Rory smiled back and then glanced at the girl on Tristan's left. The girl was pouting and giving Tristan an evil glare. Rory couldn't pinpoint why the girl looked familiar but she was really hoping it was not his date for the evening. Rory was then pulled out of her thoughts when the girl spoke.

"You're such an ass!" the girl said to Tristan, then turned towards the two girls, "I'm Breelynn, Tristan's sister."

Rory felt as though a weight had been lifted of her chest knowing that this girl was related to Tristan and wasn't romantically interested in him. Not that is should matter to her, she didn't really consider having a future with Tristan, right? "I'm Rory and this is Sammie."

"Right the girl that convinced my brother to paint his face like Tony the tiger." Breelynn laughed, "You are officially my best friend."

Rory laughed "He looked cute like a Tiger."

"I was not cute. I was ferocious." Tristan objected.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Buddy." Eric said walking into the conversation with Abby, Jake and Kelsey following close behind.

"Rory, Sammie." Eric greeted then his eyes landed on Breelynn. "Bree."

"Hey Eric." She said sweetly.

Tristan not wanting to watch his best friend and sister make googley eyes at each other decided to steer the attention away from them, "Anyone want a drink?"

"Can we get alcohol without being 21?" Jake asked.

"They don't check unless you look suspicious." Tristan told him.

"I'll take a beer." Jake requested.

"We'll both have an apple Martini." Abby said speaking for both her and Kelsey.

"Ditto!" Sammie said scanning the club for a booth big enough for them all to sit at.

Jake, Sammie, Abby and Kelsey all walked towards the table they were planning on sitting at. Breelynn and Eric walked in that direction as well leaving Rory and Tristan to get the drinks.

"What can I get you?" The bartender asked.

"Three beers, three apple martinis and…" He trailed of realizing he never got Rory's request for a drink. "What do you want, Mare?"

"Are Mary's allowed to drink?" She smiled wryly.

"What do you want?" Tristan question again pointing to the annoyed looking bartender.

Rory shrugged, "Surprise me. " and walked towards the table where everyone else was sitting.

Tristan turned back to the bartender and ordered Rory's drink. "She's got to be handful." The bartender commented.

"Excuse me?"

"Your girlfriend, she looks like she's hard to keep up with."

Tristan smiled that he thought they were a couple and decided to play it off, "Yeah, but she's worth it."

"I'll bet." The guy nodded putting a tray full of drinks in front of Tristan.

"Thanks." Tristan said throwing the money on the bar and walking back to the group.

"To a night of having fun with no little rug rats to worry about!" Sammie toasted once everyone had a drink.

"Here, Here!"

"We want to dance!" Abby exclaimed as she and Kelsey got out of the booth and walked towards the loud music and strobe lights that covered the dance floor which was quickly filling up with people.

"I'm up for a little dancing." Jake shrugged as he followed the girls onto the floor.

"And then there were five." Rory laughed.

"Not quite…" Sammie smiled sliding out of the booth, "I see a guy by the bar giving me sex eyes and who am I to deny him?"

Rory laughed, "Go!"

"I'm going!"

"We're going to go dance!" Breelynn said motioning to her and Eric.

"Just make sure you are towards the front so I don't run the risk of seeing my little sister grinding with him."

"You say that as if I am a pedophile." Eric told him.

"You're going to be dancing with my baby sister, as far as I am concerned you are."

Breelynn smacked Tristan on the back of the head then took Eric's hand and led him out to the dance floor.

"I guess it's just me and you." Rory smiled taking another sip of her drink.

"Guess so." Tristan nodded.

"God this is good…what's in it?"

"A secret."

"There are no like…drugs in here, right? I mean I've seen One Tree Hill…that episode where Peyton gets drugged."

"I promise I didn't slip anything in there. I don't need to drug you; you will naturally succumb to my charming personality and amazing good looks and will fall into bed with me."

"It must be hard to be you…I mean having to carry around that ego everywhere must get tiring."

"It only helps to build up my amazing muscles."

"It amazes me everyday that you didn't get your ass kicked in military school."

"Who says I didn't?"

"Did you?" Rory asked raising her eyebrows.

"No."

"Pity."

"You're concern for me is overwhelming." Tristan mocked.

Rory laughed as she downed the rest of her drink. "Let's get me another one of these then we can dance."

"You sure you want another?"

"Are you denying me?"

"I'd never."

"Good." Rory smiled getting up already slightly feeling the effects of her drink and pulling Tristan with her.

Tristan smiled and walked with Rory towards the bar. It might have been that he was seeing a new and different side to his Mary or it could be that she had a tight grip on his hand, he didn't know. What he did know was that it was going to be an interesting night.

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Two hours and five very strong drinks later Rory, Sammie and Kelsey were all very tipsy. Eric and Breelynn had decided to leave early making Tristan cringe every time he even tried to think about where they went and Abby had left claiming that she had to be somewhere early the next morning.

The three girls along with Jake and Tristan were seated at the booth. "I think we should run to the bathroom." Rory announced slurring.

"Yes, bathroom is good." Sammie nodded as all three girls left the booth.

"They are so freaking trashed." Jake laughed.

"Who knew that they couldn't hold their alcohol?"

"I know that Kelsey can't."

"I'm going to go get the girls some coffee…They need it."

"Definitely." Jake nodded.

Tristan walked up to the bar and ordered coffee, while he was waiting a tall thin blonde that was very scantily clad walked up to him. "Hey there."

Tristan glanced at her then back at the table "Hi."

"I'm Amanda."

"Tristan." He said shortly. This girl was throwing herself at him and for probably the first time in his life he wasn't interested. He had his sights set on Rory Gilmore and he could already tell this girl couldn't hold a candle to her.

"That's a cute name…For a cute guy."

"Thanks." he said hoping the bartender would hurry up with the coffee.

"Wanna have some fun?" She said seductively whispering in her ear.

"Not really."

"You sure?" She said kissing him on the lips.

That was where Tristan drew the line. He could handle girls throwing themselves at him but some random chick kissing him was not his thing anymore. "Listen, I've got a girlfriend. She's amazing and I wouldn't throw that away on you." he hissed.

"She's probably ugly and fat." The girl mumbled and stomped away.

Tristan just rolled his eyes, "Whatever," as he took the coffee that was handed to him and walked back to the booth.

Rory had walked out of the bathroom just in time to see Tristan get kissed by that girl. The combination of alcohol, sadness and pent up emotion was not a good one for her.

She walked up to the bar and ordered three shots, taking them all in a row before the two other girls even left the bathroom. "Let's go back to the men!" Kelsey slurred walking out of the bathroom as Rory followed them back to the booth.

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The next Morning Rory woke up with a pounding headache. She tried to open her eyes but the sun was to bright. "I now know how Finn feels," Rory groaned as she sat up. Her eyes opened and she blinked a few times. She was in a big dark blue room, in a large bed covered with a down comforter. "This isn't my house," she concluded.

"You're perceptive when you're hung-over." Tristan said, walking into the room with a glass of water and some aspirin for her to take.

Rory took in Tristan's appearance, he wasn't wearing anything but a pair of mesh basketball shorts. "What the hell happened last night?"

"You don't remember? I've never had that reaction before…" He smirked.

"I'm not in the mood for your smartass comments…I'm serious…What happened?"

"That, Mary, is something you have to remember for yourself." He told her as he sat the water and pills on the bedside table, shut the blinds for her and left the room. He wanted her to remember because him telling her would only make it more awkward.

Rory took the pills and laid back down, "I'm in Tristan's apartment…but I'm still dressed in my clothes from last night …" She closed her eyes trying to remember when all of a sudden everything rushed back to her. "Oh shit."

They walked back to the guys who were laughing about the girl, Amanda, who had now been shut down by four other guys. "Want some coffee?" Tristan offered the girls.

Kelsey and Sammie obediently took their drink, but Rory shook her head "Nope."

"You love coffee." Tristan said skeptically.

"Not tonight, tonight I love alcohol…I want more." She said standing up but Tristan immediately pulled her back down.

"I think you've had about enough for tonight."

"Who are you to tell me what I can and can't have?" She snapped.

Tristan realized Rory was a lot more drunk than he had anticipated. "On that note, I think it's time for us to get going."

Jake nodded but then remembered, "Um, Abby was our ride here…"

Tristan sighed thinking of a solution "Sammie drove here and she's in no shape to drive home so how about you take her car and bring the two girls to your place to pass out and I'll take care of Rory."

"Sounds like a plan." Jake nodded as he gathered Kelsey and Sammie to leave the bar.

"See ya later man."

"Yeah, be careful." Tristan told him as he looked down at Rory.

"You too." And with that Jake and the two girls disappeared.

"So, Mare, I'm bringing you home." Tristan told her helping her stand.

"I'm not a Mary!" She snapped as he led her out of the club.

"Alright, Rory…I'm taking you home."

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't want you to." Rory said as if it were obvious.

"Again I ask, why not?"

"Because you don't want to…You want to be with that blonde girl…It's always a blonde girl!"

"What's always a blonde girl?"

"I'm always dumped for a blonde girl!" Rory exclaimed. "Jess had a blonde girl, Logan has had many many blonde girls …Except Dean…he dumped a blonde girl for me…"

"That's nice…" Tristan said not knowing what else to say as he helped her into the car.

"It's not though…I hurt her…She was married to him…"

"Dean was married to a blonde girl?" he asked trying to gather the information he was gradually receiving.

"Yeah…Still is…Maybe…She left him when she found out…they could be married still though…"

"Found out what?"

"That he slept with me!" Rory yelled.

"Dean slept with you while he was married." Tristan said slowly.

"I slept with Dean…He was married." Rory reiterated then started to laugh, "Ya know, it's funny…I lost my virginity to a married guy…That's the most un-Mary thing...EVER!"

Tristan wasn't shocked she slept with Dean, he could have predicted that even if Sammie hadn't helped him along, he wasn't shocked that she lost her virginity to Dean because they were probably each others first love. The fact that Dean was married, yes that threw him off a little.

"I agree…Not very Mary-like."

"I bet that's why you were talking to the blonde." Rory told him.

Tristan glanced at her then back at the road. "Why?"

"Because I'm a bad person…I slept with a married guy, I stole a yacht, don't go to school…Who'd want me?"

The car was silent for a moment before Tristan responded to her question, "I would."

"Oh god." Rory groaned pulling a pillow over her face. A few tears fell down her cheeks, she hadn't meant for him to find out in her drunken ramblings. He probably thought she was a horrible person, that she was now just some tramp.

About fifteen minutes later Tristan walked back into the room Rory was in, "The headache fading yet?"

"It was." Rory mumbled from under the blankets.

"Was?"

"Yes, was."

Tristan stifled a laugh, "I presume you remember last night."

"Actually…I was hoping what I remember was actually just a really bad dream and I had actually slept with you because I think that would be less embarrassing."

"And a lot more fun," Tristan quipped.

"Probably," Rory said, still curled under the covers.

"Probably? Are you doubting my abilities in the sack?" Tristan asked in mock hurt. "I think I am going to have to prove you wrong." He told her, jumping onto the bed.

Rory screamed and emerged from the covers to find Tristan smirking at her, "You're mean."

"I'm mean? I'm mean?" Tristan said dramatically. "It was me who brought you here just in time for you to throw up the majority of whatever alcohol you digested last night, while I held your hair back. It was me who called your mother to inform you were not dead in a ditch but merely trashed, she was proud by the way. It was me who stayed with you to make sure you didn't die from alcohol poisoning…And it was me who--"

"I get the point! You're amazing, kind, considerate and all that other crap. Now stop talking!"

"You don't like the sound of my pretty pretty voice?"

"No." Rory whined, laying her head on the pillow that Tristan was leaning on.

"Seriously though, how are you feeling?"

"I've been worse." Rory shrugged.

"I think the next time we all decide to go out we should go bowling…None of you girls can hold your liquor well."

"Sammie and Kelsey were drunk too?"

"Not as bad as you but yes."

"I'm sorry you had to deal with me." Rory said blushing at her behavior.

"It's fine."

"I'm not a fun drunk…Not like Finn."

"No, not a fun drunk…Informative but not fun."

Rory just groaned, she knew this talk was coming she was hoping it would be when she was a little less hung over and not in the same bed with him as it happened.

"You slept with a married guy."

"Yep."

"I'm sorry but Bagboy?" Tristan asked his voice teetering on disgust. "The fact that the guy was married is completely irrelevant to the fact that it was Bagboy."

"Here I was thinking snobby Tristan was gone."

"There is just something about him that I cannot stand." He told her honestly.

"So the fact that it was Dean completely erases the fact that he was married?" Rory asked hopefully.

Tristan was silent for a moment "No, but you made a mistake. I told you, I'm not going to judge you because I hope that you won't judge me."

"You are way too understanding."

"I'm sorry?"

Rory let out a light laugh, she knew this conversation wasn't over but for the time being it was. "Let's sleep," she said drowsily as the aspirin began to take effect.

"I'll leave you to it." Tristan said as he began to get off the bed but Rory stopped him.

"No. Stay." She said, before sleep completely overtook her body.

Tristan stared at Rory's sleeping form; there were lines on her face where tears had obviously fallen. He hoped that their somewhat serious conversation had made her understand he didn't care what she had done, but he had a feeling that they had just taken five steps backwards.

I know that the outline of this chapter was not original but I liked it…

Oh! And I know a few of you are wondering if the limo boys will be making more appearances...Of course they will be...what is a story without them?

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