AN: I don't condone irresponcible underage drinking… responcible however… I'm a bad person. Get over it. This chapter is more a less so I can write the next one… hope you like it though! Review and Read! Woo.
Justhiddenfuckingawesome – HA! Afterschool special on acid is more like it! Also, I love that I made you laugh. Don't fret, I laugh whenever im wrting one of these fucking chapters. For example tonight I was writing and my roommate came home from work to me sitting laughing at the computer wearing a darth vadar helmet… I got it bad. Anyways word to laughing.
Tonje – Logan here for now! I love his inappropriate anger! In next chapter I think he is fun to visualize.
Lexy – I hope you like this chapter. More drunken fun in the next one too!
Orangepunk – Dean. Dean. Dean. Basketball hockey playing bastard.
Abfab- Glad you liked the last chapter. Hope you like this one better.
Gabrielle – It could anyone in the gilmoreverse!
Nemo – DONE!
Love – 'Dope' is the most appropriate word! Dean is blast to write. Don't lie and say you fele bad! That's like kicking a dead dog and feeling bad!
Alaina – fun name girl! Mine is Sage. It means wisdom… shit I should all prophetic and shit now. The heat is getting worse… and im poor so no AC to speak of. The only reason why I wrote tonight was because I have a fan by the computer.
Vageulyg- glad you liked the chapter, and hoping this one will bypass it. No cliffy! I may write another in the future though. Bad idea? Also before I finish this fucking story ill probably write a smut… I must be horny or something. Hah.
ToriB- for future reference Dean and Rorys are called Narcos. Beware they make me sick. Also, it depends on what you consider stupid. Hah.
Jessnroryfan24- great job eh? Well your doing a better job reviewing!
Chapter XIII Big American Party!
Logan took his discovery of booze to a triumphant level. He began mixing drinks and handing them out. Even when Lane politely declined, he shoved it in her hand and screamed "Drink!" like the wannabe frat guy he will most likely become.
Rory was a little nervous about the whole drinking thing soon Jess began asking her about her thoughts on 19th century fiction. Her nervousness was soon forgotten.
Little time passed. Logan had a few strong drinks and decided to dance. He dawned a tie around his head and created a dance floor. He proceeded to dance madly.
Tristan held his drink and sipped it slowly. He stayed sober just listening to Lane.
"I like music. Not just any music but all music. That made no sense and was actually a complete lie. Some country music makes me feel pukey. Ha! Pukey is a fun word. Wooooord. I want to wear a tie on my head Tristan. Looks fun but stupid. Strike my previous remark; I do not want to wear a tie on my head. Oh man, I like music and Dave"
"Do you like your drink too?" Tristan said smiling at her slurring a little bit.
"That too" She grinned.
Dave took off his belt and put it around his head and went on to join Logan on the dance floor. He danced and yelled "Big American Party!" He giggled, and laughed, and grinned all round. And he was stone sober.
Paris stood with Rory and Jess who were in the middle of a conversation. All three held drinks but only jess was actually enjoying his. Paris finally couldn't take it and interrupted the perfectly cute conversation going on next to her and be the angry girl she aspire to be.
"Who do you think it doing this? Could it one person with one motive? Perhaps two, I mean, I saw Scream. What if they are all not connected? From what I know all the victims have no connections." Paris nearly yelled.
"No patterns either" Jess said offering information.
"Francie was basically strangled right?" Rory said getting quiet thinking about finding the body.
"Yeah, there were hand prints on her neck" Paris said
"How'd you know that?" Jess asked not so subtly
"Louise's father can find out almost anything and she explained to me in heavy detail how they find francie" Paris said not catching his suspicion.
"Summer and Stephanie had been stabbed and gotten their throats slit" Jess said feeling nothing for them as people.
"Finn umm he.. Wait I don't even know" Rory thought out loud.
"Someone put a bag over his head" Paris supplied
"Colorful" Rory said feeling a little ill.
"No patterns" Paris agreed.
"What about Shane?" Rory asked Jess realizing she didn't know.
He didn't answer at first staring ahead. In his mind he was reliving that morning. He heard screaming and saw police cars. He ran on the door and toward Shane's house. Her mother was in a trashy bathrobe sobbing hysterically. Upon a closer look he saw red stained blond hair behind the group of people. He kept walking until a cop grabbed him and told him to get back. It was too late though, because he clearly saw the petite bleach blond impaled on her own cheap wire fence stomach down. Her face was out of view but her hair was recognizable enough. He looked again at her mother freaking out and could only think of what Liz would do if she found him like that. What his uncle would do if he found him like that. Then for a reason unknown to him he began to worry about Rory. He had no idea why but he had to get to her house and see her.
"Hey, jess?" Rory said waving her hand in front of his face.
"Yeah?" He said pretending to not have zoned out.
"How did Shane die?" Paris asked crudely.
"Umm she was impaled on her front fence" He said like it meant nothing. Paris nodded but Rory caught the lie. She rubbed a hand on his shoulder. Her mind once again became very dirty. Her hand seemed to take on a mind of its own stroking downward to his upper arm, then his lower arm, when she got close to his hand he grabbed hers. She was caught off guard in her own fantasy. She looked up at Jess and saw he was turning a slight shade of red.
Paris ruined the fun again.
"What about Dean?"
"What about him?" Rory said
"He could be faking! He could be like a major stalker! No one knows him! He could be an obsessive serial killer freak," Paris said. They looked over at Dean and he sat on the floor smiling and laughing at Dave and Logan dancing. He clapped his hands approvingly like an infant. That didn't last thought because of the cut on his hand. He hurt it again and kissed it better.
"No, I really don't think he could do something like that." Rory said. "He is just like a big gentle giant. He reminds of Lenny from Of Mice and Men!"
"Lenny killed the woman in the book Rory" Paris reminded.
Jess decided to have some fun. "Hey Dean! Don't you like Rory's eyes?"
Dean looked over at Jess and turned a pinkish color. "They're pretty"
"They're blue" Jess added grasping Rory's face with his hand gently and stares at her facial expressions. First she looked shocked, then mad, then suddenly very intrigued with the floor.
"Blue, like the sky" Dean said like a 2nd grader answering a question.
"Exactly" Jess nearly whispered staring at Rory. She turned a shade of pink and continued to look at the ground.
Paris ruined the fun AGAIN!
"You too are being cute and I'm going to vomit all over you cute living room floor Rory if you don't stop now"
Before Rory can answer Logan steps to front stage center. He clears his throat and raises his glass. "You all are too strict! Let loose. Have a good time! No one is nearly drunk enough."
Tristan came forward and tossed an arm around Logan while saying, "We need to play a drinking game, that's why"
"As long as its not pretty pretty princess, I'm in," Logan agreed
AN: I wonder if you can drink to pretty pretty princess… that is the thought of the day ladies. Any suspects? Who do you want to die? Theories? Etc…