A/N- This chapter contains some serious Chris ass kicking by yours truly. Be warned.

Rory groaned as she got out of her bed. Is it possible to get a hangover from junk food? She mumbled something about stupid loud noises and waking up, and walked into the kitchen to get some crappy coffee. We have GOT to go to Luke's.

Lorelai rolled out of bed when she smelled the coffee from downstairs. As she went down the stairs, she added in a rhythmic "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ooooooooooowwwwwwwwww," for every stair she went down.

Pouring herself a cup of crap in the kitchen and drinking it all, burnt tongue put aside, she finally found the strength to utter the words that had been on her mind since she woke up. "Can you get a hangover from chocolate?"

Rory just groaned and put her head on the table in response.

"To Luke's?"

Rory groaned in response again.

"To Luke's."

Make it not awkward, please…

"Hey, Luke, we need coffee."

"Yes, Duke, give us coffee or give us death."

"First of all, why the hell are you up so early? Second of all, wait. Your. Turn."

"We have a junk hangover."

Lorelai just groaned.

Luke looked at her. "Getting old? And that stuff will kill you."

"I am NOT getting old! Owwwww… my head… my stomach…"

"Old." Rory mouthed to Luke. He laughed and went back to taking orders.

Finally at their table, with their cups of heaven, mother and daughter seemed much more amicable. Neither were up to talking, but they could at least open their eyes. Almost.

Luke walked over to them. "Ready to order?"

"Two hangover specials please."

Rory groaned again.

"No cheese?"

"Extra cheese."

"Coming right up."

Lane walked bouncily over too them. "Hey, guys!"

Lorelai groaned. "Could you keep your voice down?"

"Ooohh, hangovers?"

"Hangovers from junk."

"Impressive."

Rory was silent. "Hey, babe, you awake over there?"

"No."

"You get grumpy when you're sleep deprived and chocolate hung-over!" Lane said.

"How. The. Hell. Are. You. So. Perky?"

"The twins kept woke me up this morning with some good old morning sickness!"

"Ooh, I remember the sickness. Rory was a very sick baby."

"Was not."

"Was so."

Rory groaned again.

"HA! You were! You were just like this."

Lane laughed. "She didn't sleep very well, I take it?"

"According to her, I'm old. So I assume that I fell asleep with no problem, and she was up all night partying her ass off."

Rory looked up from the table. "I resent that."

"I'm sure you do."

She sighed. "Alright, I'm up, I'm up."

"Oh, my god! Flags should fly at half mast! The government, it should be closed!"

"Shut up."

Luke walked over with hot plates. "Food."

Rory was finally awake. "Ooooh, eggs, with… with… unidentifiable meat and unidentifiable green stuff!"

"Sausage and green peppers."

Lorelai looked at him like he was crazy. "Vegetables? Did you put vegetables on our junk hangover specials?!"

"With extra cheese… come on, just try them, they're fine."

"I would SO kick your ass with my arguing skills if I wasn't so damn hungry."

"Alright. I'll be serving other customers."

Rory began to eat. "Az ou sood be."

"What!?"

Lorelai was attacking her food. "Se said as ou sood be."

"You know what? I don't even want to know."

"Yef, that's rie, wal way."

Luke just shook his head.

Chris walked into the college campus, looking around for Rory. He had no clue where she could be, he didn't know where she lived… well… he knew, in the back of his mind… if he could just figure it out… all of a sudden, he bumped into a tall man. The man looked surprised, but quickly apologized with, "Oh, I'm sorry sir, I didn't see you there."

"It's all riiigh!" Chris slurred back.

"Sir, have you been drinking?"

"Noo, me, drink? I just broke off with my non-wife, and I'm drinking? Neeever."

"I'm a security guard here, and I'm going to have to ask you to leave the campus."

"Hey, no, buuddy, look! It's my daughter, Rory… she'll straighten everything out. Hey, Rory!"

Rory walked over to the man and the security guard. "What… Dad?!"

"You know him?"

Rory looked upset. "Yeah, I know him, he's my father. Dad, have you been drinking?"

"Of course not, Rory!" She could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"I'll take care of him, sir. I'm sorry about this."

"No problem, ma'am."

"Thanks."

Rory grabbed onto Chris's arm and pulled him angrily through the crowd to her car. Getting in it, she started it up and drove off in silence.

"Rory? Rory, come on, don't be like this!"

"I'm not talking to you when you're drunk, Dad."

"Come on, Rory."

"No, Dad, no."

She brought him to his apartment and went inside with him, picking up the empty bottles as she stepped.

"Rory, Rory look. Your mom and I, we have, we have creative differences. If just won't ever work." He smiled bitterly.

"Dad."

"So I'll say this. Rory, choose. Your mom or I."

"Wha- what do you mean?"

"If you choose to leave now, you're saying that you love your mom more. If you stay, you love me."

"Dad, you're drunk, you're not thinking rationally."

Chris cut her off. "No Rory, no. This is me speaking. I know you'll choose your mom. I get it. But this, this is me. And I love you Rory, but I don't think we should talk as much anymore. I'm going to- I'm moving, Rory. I'm going to be… in a place near Gigi and Sherry. I don't think you'll want to talk to me that much. But I'll give you my email address. That's all. Just… just leave."

"Dad, please-"

"Rory."

Rory, while giving backwards glances to Chris, left miserably. When she got back into her car, she was confused, but she just blamed it on the amount of alcohol going through his system. From the amount of bottles she had picked up and thrown away, she knew that he probably wouldn't even remember it come the following morning.

A/N 2- Next chapter: Java. Junkie. Need I say more? Review and it'll come faster! You know you waaaaaaant to!