"Mate are you sure we shouldn't take her to the hospital." Finn asked as they sped toward his house.
"Yeah, we can get her through this." Logan sighed as he stroked Rory's hair.
"So if we add it all up how much has she had to drink?" Colin asked.
"Well, three vodka shots in the limo, a shot from my flask, she finished Steph's so lets assume three there, and then hers which would have been six, so that's ah, thirteen shots." Logan muttered as he looked at the other guys.
"Well, it could be worse, like Finn's twenty shot night." Colin laughed.
"Ya, but Rory is smaller than I am mates." Finn replied.
"I really think we should take her to the hospital." Colin chimed in.
"If we take her to the hospital there will be a whole to do. She doesn't deserve to have her problems flaunted all over the media." Logan replied as he stroked Rory's hair.
"Well at least we can all agree that she has a problem." Finn sighed as the pulled into her driveway.
"Well, it's not like she's an alcoholic, she just drinks to much when we all get together." Logan tried to defend his fiancé as he carried her toward the house.
"As far as we know." Colin replied skeptically as they set Rory down on the couch.
"Logan," Rory murmured, "The dress, it's too tight."
"Alright baby," Logan sighed as he picked her up, "Finn I'm assuming u have a pair or basketball shorts and a hoodie she can borrow right?"
"Of course mate. Take her upstairs to one of the guest rooms, Colin and I will get the drunk supplies and see you up there."
"What are we going do?" Logan questioned two hours later as the three boys sat on the deck smoking.
"Well I mean," Colin started as he exhaled smoke, "do we think she actually has an alcohol problem or just drinks a little much in groups."
"I hate to be the devil's advocate here mates, but I really think she has a serious problem." Finn sighed as he looked at the other two men. "I mean seriously how many times have we found ourselves in this kind of situation with her?"
"Alright, then working off Finn's assumption what do we do?" Colin inquired.
"Well I believe the soap operas call it an 'intervention'." Logan laughed as he tried to lighten the mood a little.
"Funny mate, but seriously how do we pull an intervention?"
"Well we can do what we did when we had to get her off the painkillers two years ago." Colin offered.
"You mean kidnap her and take her to one of our beach houses for a weekend?" Logan asked.
"Exactly," Finn chimed in, "she's going to hate us though."
"Ya but when has that ever stopped us from doing something she wouldn't like." Logan laughed.
"Well let's get this done with; cause we have graduation coming up and then the two of you have a wedding to deal with." Colin smiled as he stood up.
"Logan," Rory mumbled as she rolled over in a unfamiliar bed, "Logan, where am I?"
"We're at Colin's beach house baby." Logan smiled warmly was he stroked Rory's hair. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine." Rory mildly snapped as she sat up. "Oh my God my head." She cringed as she held her head and lay back down. Why are we here anyway?"
"That's not important right now Ace." Logan smiled. "Right now you just need to sleep off this hangover, then we'll answer your questions alright?"
"Logan I feel so sick, I'm dying."
"I know sweetheart, but your not, here drink some water," he answered as he wrapped an arm around her and handed her a bottle of water, "you need to dehydrate."
"I . . . sleep . . . just want . . ." Rory trailed off as she fell asleep on Logan's shoulder.
"I don't have a problem!" Rory screamed as she stood up out of the chair.
"Love, we care about you, you know we do, we're not pointing fingers here or anything we just want to help you that's it." Finn pleaded.
"Fuck that I'm leaving!" Rory continued as she grabbed Logan's car keys."
"Ace, baby, come on you're in no shape to drive, your upset and hung-over." Logan responded as he tried to consol her.
"Leave me alone!" Rory yelled as she stormed out of the house and climbed into the Porsche Cheyenne outside. Not far behind her Logan climbed into Colin's BMW and rushed after Rory hoping to be able to get her to pull over and come home.
Rory pulled out the flask she had filled at Colin's house out of her purse at the first stop light. Hiding behind the very tinted windows she took a long swig of the bitter whiskey. Rory quickly felt the alcohol rush to her head; the alcohol seemed to hit her faster than usual as she alternated between driving and finishing the flask.
Rory stumbled into her own empty house thirty minutes later with Logan no more than five minutes behind her. "Logan go away, I told you to leave me alone!" Rory bellowed as tears welled in her eyes.
"Lorelei Leigh Gilmore Hayden!" Logan screamed as he grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her.
"Logan stop it, stop it Logan you're scaring me." Rory cringed as tears fell from her eyes. "I'm sorry just stop, you look like your going to kill some one." Rory cried as she allowed herself to fall to the floor of the foyer.
"Rory you're scaring me, you're scaring Colin and Finn . . . and we don't know what to do." Logan continued to yell as he watched his sobbing fiancé curl up in a ball on the floor.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what to do." Rory bawled.
"I'm sorry sweetheart." Logan whispered as he lowered himself to Rory's level. "I'm just really worried about you, you're drinking so much more than you used to and I'm worried that something is going to happen to you."
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Rory hip-cupped through tears, "I love you I'm sorry."
"I love you to, but please, promise me we'll work on this."
"I can't do it."
"Yes you can." Logan smiled as he helped her up the stairs. "Cause I will stay here with you until you are sure that you can make it through even five minutes alone; and don't you forget your big brothers who are also worried sick about you."
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