"Another shot." Rory Huntzberger slurred to the bartender at the local bar.
"Ma'am are you sure, you've already had six?"
"Of course I'm sure, I'm an adult I can make decisions for myself."
"Alright." The bartender shrugged as he slide another shot in front of Rory.
"What time is it?" Rory asked as she shuddered as the harsh alcohol slid down her throat.
"Little after one." The bartender responded as he took the shot glass away from Rory.
"Here, keep the change." Rory said as she pulled her self off the barstool, dropped a fifty on the counter and staggered toward the door.
"Do you need help Mrs. Huntzberger?" The driver asked as he walked toward her and offered his arm.
"Thank you." Rory replied trying to appear as sober as possible. "Can you please drop me off at the local restaurant?"
"Of course ma'am are you sure you are alright?"
"Yes I'll be fine." Rory answered as she pulled a water bottle and aspirin from her purse. "Are my shopping bags in the trunk?"
"Yes ma'am here are the receipts for everything I purchased."
"Thank you." Rory sighed as she took deep breaths.
"Everything alright ma'am?"
"Yes of course can you take me to the restaurant and pick up my husband please?"
"Of course ma'am."
Rory took another sip of her water and did her best to touch up her make-up in the few moments she had on the short drive to the restaurant. As so as she finished applying her mascara the car came to a stop outside the local restaurant.
"How long until you think it will be before my husband arrives?" Rory questioned as she slowly walked toward the restaurant.
"Twenty minutes ma'am."
"Thank you," Rory called as she walked into the restaurant and answered her ringing cell phone, "hello."
"Little sister how are you?" An Australian accent questioned from hundreds of miles away.
"I'm good Finn how are you doing?"
"Wonderful simply wonderful my dear, tell me how is the mansion?"
"It's gorgeous Finn I can't wait for you all to see it."
"Neither can we Ror," Finn replied and then tentatively asked, "is everything okay sis, you sound different?"
"Of course I am fine Finn." Rory said forcing a laugh as she silently showed the waiter the drink on the menu she wanted.
"Alright little sister, just me being over protective, my sincerest apologies."
"No need Finn, I'm getting ready to have lunch with Logan though so let me call you guys later, ok?"
"Of course, love you sis."
"Love you to Finn." Rory replied as the waiter set the margarita in front of her.
"She's trashed." Finn sighed as he hung up the phone.
"Should we call Logan?" Colin asked as worried expression came over his face.
"I think it's better for us to talk about it with him in person."
"Probably, but didn't she say she was having lunch with him, so I mean he's going to notice." Colin inquired
"Maybe," Finn shrugged, "but Rory has a master degree in hiding her problems, and she's probably going to be having a drink with lunch, and he'll just figure she had one before he got there and that's why she seems tipsy."
"We have got to kick this habit out of her before college starts, and I don't fucking cares if that means I have to personally carry her to rehab." Colin replied gruffly.
"Hey Ace." Logan smiled as he kissed Rory before he sat down across from her.
"Hey Logan."
"Margarita numero dos my dear?" Logan asked lightly.
"Ya, I figured we only have a honeymoon once and why not enjoy." Rory smiled as she glossed the events of the morning.
"So, I talked to the guy from Good Morning America and told him it would be okay if his people came down tomorrow afternoon, is that okay with you sweetie?"
"Yeah it's good, can we stay in tonight, just you and me?" Rory asked.
"Of course Ace, what do you want to do?"
"I dunno." Rory answered tears welling in her eyes.
"Come on, we're leaving Ace." Logan smiled as he wrapped his arm around Rory and handed the waiter his credit card. "Let's get you in car and I'll come back and sign for this."
"Logan I'm fine."
"You're lying, I know you're lying and you know you're lying, I'm taking you back and we're figuring this out" Logan sighed as he got Rory in the car and went back to sign the check.
"I'm sorry." Rory whispered as she rested her head in Logan's lap.
"It's okay sweetie, how much did you drink today?"
"The two margaritas." Rory mumbled.
"Yeah, I know that's not true."
"I had some shots."
"Define some Ace."
"I guess two from my flask and six or something at the bar." Rory answered as she did he best to avoid making eye contact with Logan.
"Lorelai Leigh Gilmore Hayden Huntzberger you are scaring me and we both know it takes a hell of a lot to scare me, but you are sure as hell doing it well. There is a line between drinking and being an alcoholic and you have crossed it, turn around the line is about three feet behind you. Now you have two options, number one, get through this with my help and quit drinking screw drivers for breakfast, drinking alone, and so on; or number two, I will put you in rehab."
"Help me Logan, please help me, don't send me away." Rory sobbed.
"Don't worry Ace we're going to sort this out I promise." Logan smiled as he gently rubbed Rory's back as the car pulled into the long driveway. "Here wrap you arms around my neck." Logan said as he lifted Rory out of the car. "First we are hydrating and then we're going to sleep this off."
"Mk, Logan, can I hydrate in bed?"
"Ya, I'll get you a t-shirt and some tea." Logan sighed as he laid Rory on the bed.
Logan sat on the balcony outside the master suit watching his wife sleep off her inebriation. He sighed as he ran his fingers through his unkempt blonde hair. He wasn't sure what he was going to do. Logan was never one to call Rory weak, she wasn't, but at the same time the family pressure had really gotten to her since the engagement. Logan knew he could get Rory through this, but at the same time he knew he was going to keep a very close watch on her. He wanted to finish Rory's flask more than anything in the world at that moment. For what seemed like the millionth time Logan found the need to remind himself that right now he had to take control of the situation.
"Logan?" Rory murmured as she rolled over in bed and awoke.
"I'm here Ror." Logan smiled as he sat on the bed next to her. "How are you feeling?"
"Better, I'm sorry."
"What happened, what pushed you over the edge?"
"I got message from Grandma reminding me that I needed to be a corporate wife and stuff, and the idea of how much the have swamped us in the whole two days that we've been married just got to me."
"I know it sucks Rory, but look at the plus side, we have each other and our friends, I care about you and you know that and I will do whatever it takes to get you through this, but no slacking got it, I'm going to watch you like a hawk. Like I said before no screw drivers for breakfast and absolutely no drinking alone, I find out about any of that you will probably find yourself in rehab."
"I hate you." Rory smiled as she rested her head on Logan's shoulder.
"Ya, I hate you too Ace."
"Come on let's have some food and go swimming or something."
"Oh yes food lots of food." Rory laughed as she got off the bed. "When is everyone coming?"
"You mean Finn, Colin, and Stephanie?"
"Yea."
"A few days."
"And the interview is tomorrow?" Rory asked as she pulled her bikini top on.
"Yea I'm sure one of the Gilmore-Hayden-Huntzberger clan will call or send wardrobe." Logan laughed.
"Woo-fucking-hoo." Rory laughed as they walked outside to the pool. "We better start rehearsing for this."
"Don't think so." Logan smiled as he picked Rory up.
"Logan don't you dare!" Rory giggled as Logan threw her in the pool.
Okay seriously six reviews last chapter, broke my heart, I really hope ya'll aren't losing interest. Please Please review, it really makes me happy and inspires me. sorry this chapter is kind of a filler, bleh I know I know. As always questions comments concerns are always always welcome. XOXO