Hey Everyone! The time has come for another enthralling chapter! So, I added a couple words of my own last time around (bizarre and bedlam.) They are enjoyable words, wouldn't you say? But this chapter includes a word from one of you lucky readers! How fun!

Now get ready, cause here it comes…

Everyone was milling about, setting out tools and setting up tents. Lorelai's arrival, the woman for whom this day evolved, seemed to have gone by unnoticed by the busy little beavers. You had to give the townies credit though. When they were in, they were ALL IN. Hook line and sinker. Dedication was a way of life in Stars Hollow. Why the hell else were there so many damn festivals?

Lorelai looked to the heavens for assistance. "Oh help," she fruitlessly sighed.

Luke chuckled silently to himself. Not even he could have anticipated the thoroughness of their preparations. He was however, entirely relieved to have been excused from the organization process. He wasn't one for town functions. He really didn't like the word function at all to be frank. But, this was for Lorelai.

"Why are there tents here? There are tents all over the place…and tools, and ladders, and lawnmowers…and Kirk." Lorelai was particularly baffled, "Did you know about this?" she pressed Luke for answers.

Time to fess up kid. "Well yes, and no."

"Which is it?" She was firm.

"I mean, I knew that they were planning on coming here today, but I didn't realize that it would be such a major production. They made t-shirts for god sakes!"

"Yeah. I know. What the hell does D-Day mean anyway?" She thought twice before asking.

Out of nowhere, Patty swiftly interrupted, "Luke! Lorelai! You're here! Everyone, look who's here!" she shrieked with delight. Sneaking away was no longer an option. Patty could smell fear from a mile away.

Kirk came bounding around the corner with two shirts folded under his arm and a grin from ear to ear. "Welcome to D-Day! Dragonfly Inn Day to be exact. I made shirts for the occasion. It helps to commemorate the event. One hundred percent, pre-shrunk cotton – fits like a dream."

"Oh, uh wow Kirk. Thanks." Lorelai politely accepted the gift. She pulled the shirt over her head and smiled. It did fit rather nicely.

"When did you have time to make these?" Luke curiously inquired as he tossed the shirt over his shoulder.

"Why aren't you wearing your shirt?" Kirk probed instead.

"I just asked you a question Kirk," Luke tried again.

"Why aren't you wearing your shirt?" Kirk was shouting now.

"Ok, geez, calm down." Luke slipped the contested garment over his broad shoulders, rolling his eyes in the process. "There, you happy?"

"Yes, thank-you." Kirk nodded in satisfaction.

Babette was the next to join the conversation, sporting her red t-shirt with pride. "How ya doin doll?" she concernedly questioned Lorelai. "Your face has much more colour in it sugar – musta been a good sleep," she winked at Patty.

Lorelai smiled, unaware of the sexual undertones implied in Babette's little speech. "Well, Luke here has taken great care of me," she patted his arm affectionately. He blushed slightly.

"Oh, but of course he has Lorelai," Patty wickedly smirked.

Lorelai forced a laugh, abruptly changing the subject. "So, would someone care to tell me what's going on here?" She still wasn't sure.

"Morey!" Babette screamed. That wasn't exactly the answer Lorelai was searching for. Morey casually strode towards their expanding group, cozying up beside Babette. He was carrying what appeared to be a crate of CD's in front of him. "Hey baby, what took you so long?" questioned Babette.

"I couldn't find that 'Cool Jazz' CD. I thought I put it in the drawer beside the couch, but no dice."

The wheels in Babette's little head were spinning wildly. "Speaking of drawers…" she looked at Morey in anticipation.

"Did you ask him yet?" Morey chimed. He too had a passion for gossip.

"I'm about to," she grinned wickedly. "So Luke, what the hell was in that drawer?"

Luke swallowed. "Uh, what drawer?" His face was an enchanting shade of crimson.

"You know, the one you skilfully removed from Lorelai's house this morning." Damn she was good.

Luke unnecessarily cleared his throat. "Oh, that drawer. Well you see, Lorelai needed…so I went…and then she…" he faltered.

Lorelai fought hard to suppress her laughter, deciding instead to help the struggling man out. "What Luke is trying to say, is that I asked him if he would bring me my drawer of, um – socks, yes, that's it. You see, I really don't like to be away from them. I have a bit of a sock fetish you might say," she smiled wearily at Luke.

"Socks?" Patty repeated.

"Uh huh," Lorelai unpersuasively confirmed.

"I too have a sock fetish. Socks can be a delightful substitute for people. I used to sleep with my sock drawer…before Lulu came along that is," Kirk spoke sincerely.

"Right Kirk, anyway – what's say we get this show on the road!" Patty was ready for some action…of the innocent nature of course.

"What show?" Lorelai continued to press.

The excited chattering drowned out her inquiring pleas. And suddenly, silence. Terrifying silence.

The winds picked up, nipping fiercely at their skin. The earth shook violently as his thundering footsteps lashed against the undergrowth. His teeth were bared, his tongue, poised for attack. "This is an outrage!" he boomed

"This is an insult!" he exploded.

Chills ran down Patty's guilt-ridden spine. "Taylor, calm down!" she reasoned.

"I will not!" he returned. "As we all know, I am the facilitator of Town Events and this is clearly a Town Event!"

"But it wasn't intended to be a 'Town Event' Taylor…it just happened." Patty was treading carefully. By now, everyone had made their way over to witness Taylor's tantrum first hand.

"These things don't 'just happen' my dear! They take weeks, months even, to plan and coordinate! This is an outrage!" he echoed dramatically.

Patty squirmed under his menacing gaze. "But Taylor, we only decided last night. It was purely on a whim. There was hardly any planning at all. In fact, I wouldn't even call it a Town Event."

"It plainly states in article 6.4 of the Town Acts Bylaw, that any affair, consisting of 10 or more persons residing in Stars Hollow, can and/or will be declared as a Town Event, subject to approval by the Town Selectman. And do I or do I not currently hold that title Miss Patty?" His tone was a trifle condescending.

"Yes Taylor," she resigned.

"And are there more than 10 people here?"

"Yes Taylor," Patty agreed.

"Then I've made myself clear."

"Very well Taylor, you've made your point. This is a Town Event. Now if you'll excuse us, we've plenty of work to do." Patty pointed the others towards the tents.

"Um, aren't you forgetting something Patty?" Taylor snidely interrupted.

"What is it now Taylor?" She grew tired of his antics.

"Since we've wisely come to an agreement that this is a Town Event, then you're obviously going to need my approval in order to proceed, aren't you?" He was indeed a megalomaniac.

"But I made shirts!" Kirk screamed.

"Give Taylor one and maybe he'll shut-up," Babette jabbed.

"Give me one and I'll stuff it down his throat," Luke threatened. He never was a big fan of Mr. Doose.

Lorelai laughed at that. So did everyone else.

"People, people – please! I am a reasonable man," there were a few resounding huffs in the crowd. He tried again, "And being a reasonable man, I am willing to allow this Event to proceed…BUT, I want details. And a megaphone."

"All you need to know is that we're doing this for Lorelai," Luke cut in. "That's all that matters. She needed help and we're giving it to her," he paused briefly, taking in Lorelai's bemused expression. "And get your own damn megaphone!" He ended on a high note.

Taylor was visibly stunned. "Oh, very well then. Let the festivities commence!" Maybe he was reasonable after all.

Everyone cheered, thrilled by their fortune. There were hugs and handshakes all around.

"This is all for me?" Lorelai quietly asked Luke.

"All of it," he happily confirmed.

"Bless you," she grinned.

To Be Continued…

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