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Previously:
Rory waited at the bar, glancing around her, taking in the people. She saw numerous drunk people, girls and guys making asses of themselves, and just shook her head at their stupidity, a look of disgust making its way onto her features.
"Does the lady not like her surroundings?" came the question from beside her, the Australian accent unmistakable. Rory turned towards the voice, and her eyes instantly locked with the lust filled ones of one Finley Morgan.
"Hello love."
Rory made no attempt to answer him. Her eyes are still glued to his, a look of surprise covering her features. As the moment drags on, Finn's lips form into a smirk. He opens his mouth and is just about to speak when the bartender comes up to Rory.
"Here you go, miss," and he places her drinks before her.
The moment's gone. Rory's eyes break away from Finn's and looked at the bartender.
"Thanks," she says softly, and places some money on the bar. Her cheeks are flushed with embarrassment from her reaction to the way Finn had been looking at her, so instead of turning back to him allowing him to see her obvious embarrassment, Rory turns the opposite way and walks away from him. She quickly makes her way to Paris, not allowing herself to look back. If she had, she would have seen a very confused and upset Finley Morgan standing in the same place Rory left him in.
"Thank Rory," Paris says, as Rory sets the drinks down on the table. Paris immediately grabs her ice tea and takes a long drink. "What?" she asks, when she sees Rory looking at her with a strange look on her face, "I need all the help I can get tonight. You don't know how hard it is to put yourself out there. With you all the guys come running. Us non-perfect people have to work for attention."
Rory just shakes her head slightly and leans back into her chair. "How long do we have to stay here, Paris? I don't like being here. You know that."
"Just a couple of hours, Ror. Not too long. Besides, I think you are going to have a great night tonight, if the way that guy at the bar is looking at you is any indication." Paris smirks as Rory quickly turns her head to see Finn still at the bar, his composure intact now. He is leaning his back up against it, closely watching Rory. Their eyes meet for a brief second, before Rory quickly turns her head back to Paris.
"Do you know him?" Paris asks.
"Umm, yeah. I met him today with Marty. We were getting some much needed caffeine after my poli sci class, when these three guys and a girl come up. We were introduced, as it seems that Marty has bartended some of their parties. That guy at the bar in Finn." Rory starts looking around the bar until she sees the familiar faces of the other two guys from earlier that day. "And see those guys over there with the blondes," Rory says, as Paris looks over to the guys. She nods her head, and Rory continues, "Those were the other two that I met. I think they were Cory and Landon or something. I wasn't really paying attention when we were introduced.
"I can see why," Paris says, as her eyes go back to Finn. "Who could focus on those two when that one is around?"
Rory laughs at the look on Paris' face and says, "If you think he looks good, just wait till you hear that accent! It is to die for!"
"Accent! He. Has. An. Accent?" Paris' eyes bore into Rory's and a huge smile comes over her face when Rory nods her head. "Oh my god. Where is he from?"
"Australia." Rory says, matter-of-factly.
Paris' glance sweeps back over to Finn, who is still leaning against the bar, looking at them. She gives him a smile and gestures for him to come over before Rory understands what she's doing.
"Paris! What are you doing!" Rory squeals, and grabs Paris' hand in the middle of her wave.
"I'm inviting him over. And it seems like he's taking up my offer," she says and smirks. "You want him?" Her eyes turn from Finn's approaching figure to Rory's stunned face.
"What!"
"Do you want him? Or can I go for it?"
"Uuh….." Rory replies, embarrassed at Paris' forwardness, "I don't know," she finally gets out and blushes.
"Well make up your mind cuz he's like 15 feet away from us." Paris says in an annoyed tone, glaring at Rory to get her to make up her mind.
"Uuh."
"13 feet."
"Umm…I…."
"11 feet."
"I don't…"
"7 feet," Paris' glare getting more intense, "Make up your mind. He's almost here."
"I want…..umm….I want……him. I want him." Rory finally says firmly, a smile gracing her features.
"And who would that be love?" an accented, cultured voice says from directly behind her.
Rory's face turns bright red as she turns to see Finn standing behind her, a smile playing about his lips. Rory just sits there with an embarrassed expression on her red face, not able to make any comment. Her eyes are glued to Finn's, and she can see the obvious mirth in them. His smile grows as she continues to stare at him. Paris, getting annoyed with the present situation, loudly clears her throat, making Rory slightly jump and turn back to her. Finn smiles as Rory turns back around, and then he turns his attention to Paris.
"Hey," Paris greets, "take a seat." She motions to the seat beside Rory and takes a drink from her glass.
Finn accepts the offer, and sits himself down in the chair. Rory's head is down, her eyes on the tabletop, the blush still staining her cheeks. Finn smiles at her down-turned head, and then shifts his attention to Paris.
"Hello," he says, "my name is Finn. And what, perchance, is your name, darling?" Throwing her a dashing smile.
"Paris Geller," she replies, sticking out her hand. He continues to smile at her while taking her hand and bringing it to his lips. Paris, not one for romanticism, snorts and rolls her eyes at his actions. Finn's smile becomes even brighter, and he lets her hand drop, turning his eyes back to Rory.
"So what brings you lovely young ladies to this fine establishment tonight? Have dates?"
"Nope," Paris replies, "I'm trying to get back on to the dating scene. My last relationship ended on a bad note, and I haven't been with anyone since." She says, nonchalantly, not noticing the surprise on Finn's face at the details she imparted to him after their very recent introduction.
"Well sorry to hear that Paris. I know some guys. If you want me to introduce you, just say so."
Rory's composure was now better, and she lifted up her head to look at the two at the table with her.
"Oh yes please," Paris says, enthusiastically. "You know anyone here?" And she starts looking around to see if any guy catches her fancy.
"Practically all of them," Finn says with a smile, and starts glancing around as well. "You see that one over there?" He gestures to a tall brow haired guy sitting at a table with two other people, "That is Greg Maxwell. He is a philosophy major. Nice guy. That one over there with the red hair, that's Charlie Dell, an art history major. The guy with the blonde hair over in the corner is Henry Ramsay, Pre-Law. Ooh, and that hunk over there, the one eyeing you up, is my friend Colin Fairview, he is Pre-Med." He smiles and waves to Colin, who waves back and then turns to the blonde guy beside him. "You met him today, love. When you were with Marty." He says, finally addressing Rory, after allowing her what he thought was enough time to regain all of her composure.
"Oh yea," Rory replies, looking over at Colin, who's attention was now back on their table.
"Cory. Huh?" Paris smirks and laughs at Rory's earlier remark.
Rory laughs and says, "Hey I just met the guy! I'm not an elephant," defending herself.
Finn looks from one laughing girl to the other, with an amused expression on his face. "Care to fill me in, love?"
"What?" Rory asks, and stops laughing. "Oh, well I forgot your friends' names. Nothing major." And she turns back to Paris.
"What's the blonde's name, Finn?" Paris inquires.
"The guy or the girls?"
"Do you even know the name of the two blonde girls?" Rory asks, a look of disbelief on her face.
Finn laughs and replies, "I haven't the smallest clue, truly. I try not to get to know their dates too well, usually they are only around til the next morning." He laughs and shakes his head, "Oh and the blonde guy is Logan," he says, turning back to Paris and Rory. Seeing the looks of disgust on their faces he mutters, "What?"
They both just shake their heads and turn back to look at the other table, which they find to be empty.