In response to a recent email, no the rating is not going to go up. I'm sorry, but for smut you will have to look elsewhere since there will be no more than kissing and innuendos in this fair story.
I finally have a beta! - not a Japanese beta fighting fish though but I do have one of those, his name is Mr. Rasberry the second, and he's silvery yellow coloured. Yupp he's real pretty. . . . . .
Thank You LoVe23! I owe you a chocolate cake of appreciation.
Disclaimer: I don't own you, I want you, I need you, oh baby, oh baby . . . . .
Happy Reading . Uh huh, Uh huh. . . . . . .
Story Now! Chapter three : Closing the Mile Long Yards.
Rory, Stephanie and Christina were standing in a semi circle, as most girls do at parties. The three were discussing tactics for getting Rory and Tristan together. Paris had left the party hours ago, after her third cosmopolitan, giggling uncharacteristically followed by an equally giggly Doyle.
"But, Christina," Rory began whining, "Why must we try and make him jealous? Why couldn't we just tell Tristan that Jess is just a very good friend?" She asked, even after having been corrupted by the aforementioned people, she was still oblivious to some things. Her two friends looked at her with amused grins, whether from her outburst or from the alcohol, you couldn't tell. Christina decided to try to put her friend out of her misery by responding to her.
"Girls are natural matchmakers my dear Rory…it's what we do." she began explaining, while waving her hand around lazily. "It's in our genetic makeup to bring people together. Except when we're being selfish, or are drunk, then most of us are like "screw this!" and do whatever the hell we want." she finished with a big smile, as she grabbed another drink from a passing waiter.
"What Christina is saying…" Stephanie said, as she shot a mock glare her way, "…is that we are slightly sadistic and enjoy Tristan's" and your humiliation in your ever constant denial. Therefore if you make him," she nodded in Tristan's direction, "jealous, he gets angry and amuses us with dumb rebound girls." She said this, finishing with a look as though she had just made a brilliant deduction.
"So this is all for your own amusement?" Rory deadpanned as she finished her second martini. She eyed her friends curiously to see if she could gauge how drunk they were, and if they were serious.
The other two young women looked at each other, smiled and said in chorus "Yes…yes it is."
"So, I'm like huh, and she's like haah, then he says wha? And they were totally ohhh! And far out! It was just too fun-ny!" she said diztily. Making faces to accompany her story. (A/N:if you read that sentence aloud, it makes you giggle, or at least me giggle and chu-ckle)
Trying to block out the sound of Anne's babble, Tristan couldn't wait for this party to end. He so needed to talk to Mary. 'Oh, I mean Rory'he thought to himself.
"WHO'S PUTTING THE FUNK IN DYSFUNCTIONAL!" Someone yelled loudly, most likely Finn or one of the other very drunk LDB boys. Luckily for her, she wasn't a flamboyant drunk. This kept her from being pressured into getting drunk in public for amusement. At least they seemed to be the only ones getting completely hammered. Uh huh.
Suddenly, an orange tanned brunette in a yellow linen skirt, startled her out of her thoughts. She started to dance an awkward hula around Rory and was singing.
"O – way O - way, O - way O – way. Uh huh, uh huh Oh - WAY! la daa - daa di di – la daa!" she finished with a swing that made her lose her balance, accidentally knocking Rory right off her feet into Jess's waiting arms.
Sprawled in his arms, she felt a familiar flash of heat. She looked up into Jess' eyes and saw the same feeling reflected in them.
'Okay', Rory thought good naturedly. 'I hereby stand corrected, it seems like they aren't the only ones drunk. . .' Throughout her thoughts, she hadn't moved from Jess' arms.
Tristan looked around in confusion, either he had drunk one too many beers, or Finn was stripping on the coffee table.
His blonde date giggled bubbly. "Lookie there! Oooooh he's kinda hot! Hah hah!"
Oh god, Finn was stripping, and looking away from that horrid sight, his eyes fell upon another. There was his Mary, lying horizontally in another man's arms and making googly eyes at him. This would not do.
Excusing himself from his date, he walked over to the punch table where currently Rory and her newfound beau were flushed and awkwardly staring at each other.
"Mary," he said slowly pulling the syllables, "How are you?"
Rory spun around, startled out of her reverie. Noticing her compromised position, she struggled to stand up.
"Oh, uh, Tristan, um alright, how are you?" Jess tapped her on the shoulder. "Oh, Tristan, this is Jess, I believe you two have met?"
"Uh huh, Rory, I'm going to go get, uh…some drinks, would you like something?" Jess asked, eyeing a redhead across the room.
"Sure, sure, go get whatever you want." Rory replied distractedly staring at Tristan. She was lucky if he understood, slurring her words only a bit.
Tristan watched the exchange, half amused and half annoyed. He wondered if they even knew what the other was saying.
Tristan sighed. 'It's going to be a long night. . . ' he thought ominously.
"Tristan?"
Knock, knock! The loud banging broke into Rory's serene sleep. Cuddling into the warmth that seemed to engulf her senses she tried to ignore the intruding sound.
"uhhhhh, come in, if you dare. . .but gimme a moment . ."
Wait, that wasn't her voice. . . . . It was thick, husky, and definitely masculine. Opening a blue eye she took in the sight of warm, and very naked Tristan DuGray.
Her brow raised in shock. 'Oh my'. . . .what had she done? But according to the relaxed countenance of her body, her conscience knew exactly what she had so promiscuously satisfied.
Apparently he was still in sleepy delirium, taking advantage of that, she snuck steadily from his bed, and started to gather her clothing, trying to quietly dress herself in the early light of morning.
Walking over to the bed, she kissed him soundly on the lips, and deftly climbed out of his window.
Later. . . . . . .
"Oh my god Colin, what in the name of hell did you do to your hair?" Christina stared at the funny lumps of shiny gooey hair sticking from his head.
"Ah darlings Stephanie, Christina, and Lorelai, we apologize insincerely for our gel happy mate." Finn spoke mock seriously.
"Gel happy?" Stephanie inquired, raising an eyebrow.
Christina quirked a smile, "Gel happy, Hmm."
"That sounds kind of like 'jalopy'." Rory mused, then started giggling. Soon everyone, which was quite a lot of people, except Colin, who was looking very put out, were laughing like idiots and rolling on the floor.
"Yes, it's funny, no wait, its not…shut up." Colin spouted dejectedly,still in post hangover mode.
This only caused them to laugh even harder.
Twenty minutes later found them curled up on the nicely carpeted floor, nursing headaches from hangovers.
"Rory! Where ARE you!" Paris voice seemed to seep through every crack in the wall, break through every sound barrier and fix itself loudly on its object of, rather, strained affection.
"Oh, god. . . ." Someone moaned.
"RORY? You in there?" Paris opened the door brutally, and it smashed inelegantly against the whitewashed walls of the shared common room.
Surveying the destruction caused by Colin's hair she commented disapprovingly.
"What the hell are all you doing here? You're all supposed to be doing things! You have responsibilities! But why should I care? You all should be in quarantine anyway!" Paris paused to take a breath, as she scanned the faces in the room. Finding her target, she began a new rant. "Rory you were supposed to meet me for coffee to go over your article again! How many times do I have to tell you that it has to appeal to the people! Not you! The people!"
"Paris, I'll meet you by the coffee kiosk in fifteen minutes. Now will you go away?" Rory pleaded from the floor, trying to will her head not to throb so violently.
"Oh, alright. But I'll be waiting!" Paris huffed, as she turned to leave the room.
Rory grunted as she was finally able to stand up.
"Bye guys! Ugh…Tristan! I won't kiss you goodbye if you don't get up." He groaned, sitting up and squinting.
Christina grinned into the carpet. "So you guys finally got together?" she said giving them a knowing look.
"Yup!" Rory replied kissing Tristan happily, right smack on the lips. "Bye!" she said smiling giddily and waving to everyone, before leaving to meet Paris.
Again, not just me, but everybody should thank LoVe23 for beta - ing this!
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Sophia