"Um, hey Tristan, what can I do for you?" Louise asked stumbling over her words.
"Well, I believe one of you lovely ladies is my date." Tristan smirked.
"I don't fucking believe this." Logan murmured under his breath.
"Excuse me? Have something you need to say to me Huntzburger." Tristan questioned.
"Nothing DuGrey, why don't you just leave us alone, ok?" Logan shot back.
"No can do. I was promised a date, and I have come to collect my date, I do hope it is my lovely Mary."
"Watch it DuGrey."
"Whoa Huntzburger, take a pill." Tristan chided.
"There will be no pill taking, and you will not refer to my fiancé as Mary, got it?"
"Fiancé, my, my, my little Mary had become a Mary Magdalene."
"I swear to fucking God do not test me." Logan growled as he inched closer to Tristan.
"Oh, I'm shaking." Tristan mocked. "When did the two of you become engaged anyways?"
"Obviously your IQ hasn't risen since you left, however, if you could read you would know that Rory and I became engaged over our birthday cruise."
"My IQ, the only reason you're going to be going to Yale is because of Daddy's money and your last name."
Before Rory knew what had happened Logan had Tristan by his collar and looked more than ready to tackle her first love to the floor and turn him to a character from Fight Club.
"Boys!" Rory practically yelled tears welling in her eyes. "Please, we can't have this happen now, we have a function that we are now late for."
"Ace, please just one punch?" Logan begged.
"Ya come on Mary, let me see what your little fiancé can do."
"I told you not to call her Mary." Logan spat as Tristan lay on the ground with a dark ring forming around his left eye.
"Oh my God!" Rory sighed as she disengaged in to tears while her first love and her true love duked it out on the floor of the suit in front of her.
"You girls go down and tell them our driver's car broke down." Finn called to the girls. "Colin you got this? I'll take care of Rory." He finished as he led Rory off to the next room.
"No Finn," Rory slightly argued as Finn pulled her from the room, "I need to take care of this, it's my fault."
"No love, it is in no way shape or form your fault, you know that they have beef that goes back years, all this was just the straw that broke the camel's back." Finn said as he handed Rory a glass of water. "Drink this, now stay here, I'm going to go make sure everything out there is going ok. I mean it my dear little sister, stay here; it's for your own good."
After Finn left Rory slipped over to the next room and started to remove her make up. There was no way she was going to go to any function. She was fed up with functions; fuck them for all she cared. Deciding there was no way to take her hair down with out it being in an outlandishly huge mess she climbed in to the shower and turned the water on. Rory let the warm water run all over her, hoping that it would help to wash away the stress and insanity of the last twenty minutes.
Stepping out of the shower Rory could still her shouts and threats coming from the next room. Sighing Rory changed into a pair of jeans and a sweat shirt, slipped out the back door and into the small V.I.P café near the rear of the hotel.
"Everything alright ma'am?" The friendly bar tender asked as Rory took a seat behind the bar.
"Oh, of course," Rory said as she snapped out of zone, "could I have an Irish coffee please?"
"Of course, last name for the tab please?"
"Hayden, thank you."
"Well, well, well, my dear Mary always knew I could find you somewhere where there was alcohol and coffee."
"Go the fuck away Tristan."
"Ouch, harsh, I'm a little hurt." Tristan smirked as he put his hand to his heart.
"Well honestly I don't give a damn. Please leave me alone." Rory snapped.
"Fine, have it your way, mark my words though, this relationship between you and the newspaper heir won't last. We're meant to be."
"Go away Tristan."
"What, no good bye kisses."
"No Tristan, never, there was never anything between us, leave me alone." Rory screamed as tears started to form in her eyes for the second time that hour.
"DuGrey, you must have a fucking death wish. Fucking with my fiancé twice today." Logan yelled as he appeared besides Rory.
"I might be the one leaving, but I think I may have won this round." Tristan smirked as he nodded to a man with a camera taking copious notes a few tables over.
Rory woke up the next morning to the sound of her cell phone ringing. She grimaced as she looked at the called ID and answered.
"Hi daddy."
"Lorelei Leigh Gilmore Hayden would you care to explain to me why you made the front page of The New Yorker?" Her father's angry voice questioned from the other end of the telephone.
"It's really a long story dad, we ran into Tristan and well, as I'm sure you know he and Logan went at each other."
"Rory, I know you hate him, I know Logan hates him, but you're grandparents are fuming. You two need to think about your family names before you do rash things like this."
"Dad, I'm really not in the mood for this!" Rory barked as she hung up.
"Stephanie," Rory whispered as she entered the sitting room, "I need to talk to someone."
"Of course babe, what can I do for you?"
"Well um . . ." Rory stammered.
"What's wrong did something more happen after you ran into Tristan last night?"
"No it's just, um, I'm late."
"You mean like mother nature is running late?"
"Ya."
"How many days?"
"Two."
"It's probably nothing to worry about, but umm, well I assuming you and Logan, well you know, when you were on the cruise."
"Well ya, but I didn't really think there was a high chance for me to get pregnant considering it was so close to my period."
"Well, not to sound like Nancy Reagan, but it only takes one time."
"I know. . ." Rory sighed.
"I'm sure everything is fine." Stephanie said wrapping a comforting arm around Rory's shoulder.
"I hope to God you're right." Rory replied as she placed her hand on her stomach hoping to God a little baby wasn't growing inside her.
Sort of another cliff hanger . . . hoped you liked it, but what would YOU like to see happen? Think we can shoot for 300 reviews please please please? Love you all!