AN: Thanks so much for all the reviews. I really appreciate it and I'm glad you guys like it so far. Also, a big thanks to M – Season 4.5 for the help and advice. In the next couple of chapters I plan on having Tristan and Rory get much "closer". I would like to know if you guys are interested in reading those scenes, or if you like them implied. Until I get reviews stating one way or another I will hold off posting that chapter.

The sound of the door opening startled Tristan. Instead of a wayward customer, he saw a smirking jackass.

Strolling into the room Jess laughed at the puddle formerly known as his best friend. "So hot-shot, I didn't think we normally allowed customers in the backroom. I saw a flushed brunette with a big smile exit from here a few minutes ago. I thought it might be best if I went and investigated."

"Cut the BS. You know that was Rory. How you knew who she was, I'll never understand. Oh and thanks. She really thinks my name is Junior," shaking his head as if to clear the haze left by Rory.

Jess still had a self-satisfied smirk on his face, "It was nothing more than a little bit of misdirection."

"You told her I was a rebel, a bad-boy; didn't you?"

"Yep."

"B-but how could you do that? That was so dishonest."

"Don't worry about that. You have an ace in your back pocket. You know what kind of guy she wants and you need to use that information. Junior, you are a great guy, a reliable guy. All you are doing is using all available resources to get her interested. By the time she finds out who you really are, she'll be hooked."

"Even if I decided to use the quiz, I wouldn't have a clue where to begin; or even how to become a bad-boy."

"Don't worry about it. Come on." Jess said as he moved throughout the store. Walking towards the clothing racks, he pointed to some vintage t-shirts.

"Grab some of those. Make sure they are tighter than normal. That goes for your jeans too. You are gonna need some black leather riding boots and some sneakers."

"I already have tennis shoes."

"Yeah, the wrong kind. You use those to go to the gym or run. I'm talking about shoes to bum around in. You need Chuck T's or something old school."

Tristan stood there watching Jess grab items for his bad-boy persona. It was surreal. "Jess, I don't know if I can do this. How can I be the guy of her fantasies and not be myself?. It feels wrong to start something…a relationship off like this."

"Like I said, it doesn't matter. You need to quit thinking like Tristan DuGrey financial wizard. You need to start thinking like Junior Grey, badass, bass-playing goodtime guy. I know you are deceiving her, but you have a lot to offer her. Normally I would say 'screw her' if she can't see you for who you are. I know you want her and it takes guts and fearlessness to go after what you want. How many times are you going to bypass something you really want because it's not on your five-year plan? This is the last thing I'm going to ask you., Do you want to take the chance and tell her who you really are and run the risk of never seeing where this could have lead?"

As the last question Jess asked hung in the air, the answer became blaringly clear. He had to take the chance. There was something that drew him to her and he couldn't back away without trying with everything in his power.

"Bad-ass, bass-player huh?" Grinning, Tristan said, "No, I'm not going to run that risk. I'm going to show Rory Hayden how bad I can be."

Back in his SoHo loft Tristan silently sat thinking about the mornings events. He knew Jess was only trying to help him out, but he wasn't sure he could pretend to be someone he wasn't. He liked who he was and he couldn't imagine being a jerk toward someone. He was also wary of his acting skills. His biggest fear was the possibility of slipping up and allowing his real personality to shine through.

Taking a deep breath Tristan cleared his mind of all these worries and set about doing something he was familiar with, research. Once he logged onto the Internet and entered the keywords "bad boy" he came across pay dirt. The website had an article explaining How To Be A Bad Boy. Settling back into his chair Tristan got ready to start his transformation.

Manhattan traffic normally was a nuisance, but it didn't bother Rory. She was on her way to her parent's brownstone, on the upper West Side for lunch. As she sat waiting for the light to change, her mind kept wandering back to Junior. Her body hummed just thinking about him.

His hot blue eyes, the way his mouth moved over hers took possession as if he had the right and the assured way his hands moved over her all added up to one thing. He knew his was around the bedroom. Her heartbeat sped up and her face flushed just thinking about the possibilities. It was as if she was a teenager again with a massive crush on the bad boy. He made her feel alive and anxious to see him again. She hoped she didn't have to wait long.

Twenty minutes later she pulled into her parent's driveway. After being ushered in by Rosa, the maid, she went upstairs to greet her mother.

"Mom?"

"In here, baby."

Following the sound of her mother's voice lead her to the workroom. She pushed the door open and started laughing. In the center of the room sat her mother covered in glitter, surrounded by lace and hot pink silk. Calming down she finally asked, "What in the world are you doing now?"

"What do you mean? You can't tell what my latest creation is?"

"Um, no."

"You aren't my daughter. What kind of person can't tell what this stuff is?"

"Okay, ummm…. a human disco ball kit? No, that's not it. You've given up designing clothes and have moved on to bigger and better things, like… costume designing for off-off Broadway shows."

"Ah, my sarcastic daughter is back. How I've missed you."

"Funny. But, what have you designed? And will I want one?"

"Not unless you've gotten knocked up in the last twenty-four hours."

"Ookay…"

"Well, you know how I've added a maternity line to the Lorelai boutiques? Since then I've had some requests for MILF t-shirts."

"Let me guess, Britney Spears?"

"No! Let me finish my story."

"K, go."

"Well, I've been debating if I should make any and then, WAM! It hit me last night. I made your dad watch the Inferno II re-runs and I saw Veronica wearing MILF in training tank and then I got this vision. Picture this: White wife-beater, with an asymmetrical line, hot pink lace where the hem slants and on one of the shoulder straps and then 'M.I.L.F in Training' written in a sparkly haze."

Rory stood there with a smile on her face, "Sounds too cute. And I don't think I need one just yet."

Eyes sparkling and a mischievous grin, Lorelai beamed up at her daughter, "Okay, then if you aren't knocked up, who put the glow on your cheeks?" Watching her daughter's eyes grow to the size of saucers and a pink stain spread from her neck up, she just waited and smiled.

Wide-eyed, Rory chuckled nervously as she sputtered, "W-what do you mean? No one made me glow."

"Okay, I believe you. Oh, wait. I don't liar." Shaking her head, she stood up and an avalanche of glitter fell to the floor. "Come on, let's go get your father and we'll eat. Maybe I'll ask him if he knows who, or I mean what put the glow on your face," Lorelai said in a singsong voice.

Rory grabbed her mother's arm yanking her away from the door. "NO!"

Trying for innocence personified, her mother asked, "No? You're not hungry? Or did you not want your dad to eat with us?"

Seeing the defeated look on her daughter's face Lorelai knew she was on the verge of winning. "Or, NO! You don't want your dad to know there is a glow? Cause if its the last one I'm gonna need details."

As Tristan was trying on his new clothes the phone rang. "Hello."

"Hey, Junior."

"Oh, hey Jess. What are you doin'?"

"Leaving the shop. I'm going to go grab a beer. Wanna meet me?"

"Sure, how 'bout in twenty at Naked Lunch."

"Alright, see ya there."

Taking one last look, Tristan was surprised at the change in his appearance. He took the elevator to the underground parking garage. Looking back and forth, between the sophisticated BMW sedan and the testosterone injected Porsche. He hardly ever allowed himself the enjoyment of driving the Porsche but he was going to fully embrace the changes in his life. With that decision made, he hopped into the Porsche and left to meet Jess.

As he parked in front of Naked Lunch, he saw Jess waiting for him.

"So, you finally decided to put some miles on the car, huh?"

"Yeah, figured this probably goes with the new me, better than the sedan."

Smirking at him Jess said, "This change is going to be good for you."

Once seated at the bar the pretty bartender asked Tristan, "What can I get you, sugar?"

"Boulevard Wheat."

Looking at Jess, "And you?"

"Heineken."

"Be right back."

While they were talking the bartender placed their drinks in front of them.

"$4.75 for the Heineken and the Wheat is on me, Hon," giving Tristan a wink and a smile she walked away to help another customer.

Slapping Tristan on the back, Jess smirked, "See man, it's already working."

"So what, she bought me a beer. It's no big deal. She probably does that to a lot of people."

"Yeah? Well then she must give her number out to everyone, too."

"What are you talking about?"

"She didn't just give you a napkin. She gave you her number."

Tristan glanced at Jess, then to the bartender who was smiling flirtatiously at him.

"Pick up the napkin."

Glancing down at the napkin in front of him he read:

"212-333-3874—That's a hot little car you pulled

up in. Maybe you can give me a ride sometime.

Anna"

Tristan looked back at the bartender and saw she was smiling bigger than before and was mouthing, "Call Me."

"This has never happened before. I mean, not some random person slipping me their number. Normally I talk with them and then we exchange numbers and possible plans."

"It's all in how you project yourself, the clothes, the car and the attitude."

"I guess so."

"When are you going to make your move?"

"I don't know? I have to think about it."

"Wrong answer. Don't think. Just do."

"Okay." Tristan drained the rest of his beer then proclaimed, "Now! I'm going now."

"Good luck man. I'm going to head over to your apartment and swap my Harley for you sedan. I figure it'll be my sacrifice for our friendship. You better not wreck it. Give me a call when you get the chance. Later."

"Thanks for everything Jess. Here's part of my repayment." Tristan slid Anna's number over to Jess. "Rory's the only woman I'm interested in."

Rory was exhausted. After giving her mother the details she demanded, she sat through a meal where her mother constantly teased or dropped hints about her secret. At one point her father even asked what game they were playing and why wasn't he a part of it. Finally, she said her good-byes and started the drive home.

She was so busy daydreaming about Junior; she didn't notice driver of the Porsche parked out front of her house. Pulling into her driveway and reaching behind the seat to locate her purse, distracted Rory from the unexpected visitor outside her door.

Knock. Knock

Startled, Rory looked over her shoulder and saw the surprise guest was Junior. She opened the driver side door with an excited smile. She slid from her seat and looked expectantly at him.

"Hey, babe." Junior wrapped his arm around her waist and brought her tightly against himself. His mouth descended onto hers before she could utter a word in greeting or protest.

Again, thanks for the reviews. Let me know about posting those scenes, so review. Until I get a response from some of you, I will hold off posting that chapter. It's not the next chapter, but the following one. Thanks again. - Jackie