CHAPTER 8
Little Black Dress
Rory bit nervously into her bottom lip. She had been directed inside by a bell boy in a red uniform, had apparently made a fool out of herself when she moved to carry her own suitcase to their room, and now she was standing in front of the bathroom mirror in a tight black dress given to her by Steph and Rose.
"Remind me why I'm wearing this again?" She called out to the girls in the hotel room. "Because tonight's little black dress night for the millionth time! We were originally going to just party on the beach all night since it's our first night here, but the guys found this amazing bar that's just opened. They actually got the place rented out so we could party there tonight." Steph rambled excitedly. "And it's a little black dress place?" Rory asked in surprise.
"It's not like the bars back in Stars Hollow Ror, it's higher class no offence… Now get out here!" She demanded. Rory sighed. That was for sure. The one and only bar in stars hollow was strictly a jeans and t-shirt place. She had never been in a bar as fancy as this one sounded.
Rose tossed her suite case on top of the bed and unzipped it, rolling her eyes as Steph stamped her heal on the wooden floor in aggravation. "I can't talk to her she's to innocent!" Steph declared tossing her arms in the air dramatically. Rose laughed and walked over to the bathroom door.
"Listen if you're worried about the dress you can relax. It's beautiful and tomorrow is a relaxed beach bum night okay. You can wear jeans even if you wanted to." Rose soothed threw the door. "We have nights?" Rory questioned.
"Oh lord. Rory honey, just go with the flow. Rose and I have you're outfits already picked out and everything so all you have to worry about is getting dressed and making yourself beautiful for Logan." Steph explained.
She waited for a minute in silence for Rory's answer. "Somehow my fears aren't calmed." She grumbled then scrunched up her face. "And I'm not trying to look good for Logan. I used to mock girls who thought they could change men. I can't turn into one of those; I can't allow myself to. There's just no way im turning into one of his blonde groupies who'd willingly throw their panties at him just to get his attention." She declared in a bitter tone.
"Whoa, what happened to cause this 180? Last time we left you you were realizing you two were falling for each other" Rose called threw the door. "Yeah, can't you both just realize you're in love and fall into each other's arms like an uncomplicated fairy tale?" Steph suggested in a grumble.
"Life's not a fairy tale believe it or not." Rory retorted. "Its not easy, it's not two people realizing they love each other at the exact same time, it's hard, it's shitty, and it's survival of the fittest." She continued.
"So now you're trying to be 'dating girl' just to get your mind off of Logan?" Rose asked. "I'm not trying to get my mind off Logan, my minds not even on Logan right now" She declared as she pulled the bottom of her dress further down her thighs. She looked skyward and whimpered as the fabric automatically sprang right back up her leg.
"So what is you're mind on Gilmore?" Steph wondered. Rory sighed and glanced herself over. "Weather or not this dress is to slutty," She offered.
"Just get out here then! I want to see how it looks!" Steph demanded.
"Fine. Fine" Rory grumbled. She hesitantly unlocked the door and stepped back into the room, grasping everyone's attention as soon as she stepped outside.
"Oh my god, you look gorgeous!" Steph screeched. Wincing, Rory smiled and looked down at herself. "You really think so?" She asked as she stretched the black fabric down at her thighs. "It's to short," She stated.
"Trust me honey, you're dress will probably be the most classy one there" Rose declared as she pulled her shirt over her head. "This? You're not serious?" Rory gasped. She glanced back down at the dress. It had a low V-neck showing off a good amount of cleavage, it tied around her neck and clung to her every curve. She was sure you could see her every movement in a dress like this. It stopped at her upper thigh and the stilettos Steph had given her to wear made her look much taller. If this was the classiest dress she couldn't even imagine what the others would look like.
Rose pulled her dress over her head, and suddenly she didn't have to imagine. The dress had a V-neck that tied behind her neck, and it exposed her entire back, stopping dangerously low on her lower back. A long slit on her right leg exposed her leg as she walked.
"Finn is going to die." Steph laughed happily. "Correction, every guy who looks at you is going to die. Aren't Finn and Colin a little too over protective to let you go around in that?" Rory asked pointing to Rose's dress then gapped as she saw the black number Steph pulled from her own suit case.
"Didn't you hear Colin before we left the apartment?" Steph smirked and winked. "I did, I did" Rose called out in a childlike voice she raised her hand up in the air and waved it, begging to be called upon. She smirked as she repeated, " 'I think you'll look good in anything you bring, I wont let you out of the room in just a sting of lace, and I think you could just grab your entire closet and shove it in the suitcases.' "She repeated in a deep mono tone portrayal.
"He might have said that, but I don't think he actually meant you can go in anything but a string of lace." Rory laughed.
"Technicality" Steph waved a hand, brushing it off and turned to change. "You did a great Colin!" She giggled. "I know. It's from years of mocking him." Rose smirked.
Rory chuckled and turned to look at herself in the full-length mirror. What she said was true; Going to this bar tonight wasn't about Logan at all. She fully intended to enjoy herself tonight, maybe even meet some of these guys she had heard so much about.
She was pulled from her thoughts when her cell phone's muffled ring came from her purse. She rushed over to the table and zipped it open, digging threw the pile of junk.
"Hello Ladies!" Finn called as he opened the door to the hotel room. He glanced around the room and let out a low whistle. "Nice digs!" He smirked as he looked around the room. Right when you walked threw the door there were steps down to the floor. Two queen beds were set a couple feet apart, across from a large bathroom. The balcony looked over the ocean and had a table and chairs set so you could sit and enjoy the day.
He met eyes with Rose and practically skipped down the stairs and onto the level the girls were standing on.
"Hey Finny, how'd you get a key?" Rose asked as she jumped into his arms. He pressed a kiss to her lips. "I told the guy behind the desk you'd lost yours. He quickly made me up a set. I told him you send your gratitude." He smirked. Rose leaned up and kissed him once more before escaping his arms and walking into the bathroom.
"People here are really trusting." Steph mumbled as she walked over to Finn and turned around, holding her hair up. He stared at her back for a second before realizing what she wanted. "You're just used to Heartford and New York where if you're smacked into on the street by a large business man in cheap loafers with tassels carrying a large black brief case you consider it a lovely greeting." He grumbled. Steph giggled and stepped away once he had zipped up the back of her dress. She opened her mouth to retort but was interrupted by a loud slam. They turned to watch the brunette from behind while she dug threw something on the table.
Rory let out a frustrated growl and pulled her curled hair out of her face in her fisted hands "Rory don't ruin you're hair" Steph chided from across the room.
"What's the matter Love?" Finn appeared by her side running his hand up and down her back to comfort her. She continued to harshly pull things from her purse. "Black purses, bottomless pits." She grumbled. Finn nodded and glanced down at the table, wrappers from candy bars, a zip lock bag of red veins, a brush, a gift card to Starbucks, a sandwich sized zip lock bag of Oreos, more assorted trash, her keys, a tampon, and even an empty to-go cup of coffee was strewn about the table.
"Ah Ha!" Rory squeaked as she finally pulled her cell from inside the large purse. She quickly pressed talk and held the phone up to her ear.
"ALOHA!" She greeted happily.
"Ohh, is that what they say over in Thailand? You know I wouldn't know…because im here in America wishing I was anywhere else in the world as I drive to Friday night dinner." Her mother declared in a peppy yet bitter tone.
"I forgot I was leaving you alone for dinner and im actually not sure what they say, but it's tropical and it's pretty tropical over here so…" Rory rambled to try and make her mother forget about her abandoning her. "Do you think you're going to be okay?" she hesitantly questioned. "Of course not! Without you here as a bumper someone will get hurt, maybe even die!" Her mother gasped.
"Well as long as you don't get over dramatic" Rory muttered blankly but as usual it didn't phase her mother's ranting. "It'll be a scene from Gladiator, or a Stephen King novel you pick because I'm up for about anything right now!" She declared rapidly. Rory raised an eyebrow. "Mom…" She warned. "Yes pancake?" She asked sweetly. "How many cups of coffee have you had?" she asked. "One," Her mother answered. "Mom?" Rory stressed. "Five…plus the one I already admitted to…" Her mother confessed.
"Mom! You're going into the lion's den completely wired!" Rory gasped. "Well instead of a stool I'll be armed with that charming wit and rapid wordplay my mother loves so much."
Rory slapped her hand to her forehead and groaned as her mother chuckled in a drunken coffee buzz on the other line. "Mom just breath slowly, try to get threw dinner without any fuss. Swallow her snide comments like you did for years and when you get home you can call me on my cell and rant for hours okay?" She suggested.
"Fine." Her mother grumbled like a three year old. "But when you get back you better get your scrawny butt back to Stars Hollow for a movie night!" She demanded.
"I'll even stay the night so we can go buy shoes in the morning deal?" Rory asked. Her mother gasped "Really? Will you run interference when those toothpick blondes try and get my size?" She asked.
"Just call me Dom Fusci."Rory smirked. Her mother laughed. "Alright. Well im in the drive way, im sure it wont be long before she sends the wolves out on me to drag me inside kicking and screaming."
"Hey! Kicking, and screaming goes against our deal," Rory declared. "Just a little?" She protested. "Fine, some kicking but no screaming or no movie night." She declared. "Wow. You're going to be a good mother to some pancake these days you know that?" She commented. "Pancake?" She asked tilting her head to the side. "Never mind. Wish me luck Dom"
"Luck!" she called into the phone with a smile before clicking it shut. "Who were you talking to?" Finn asked. "My mom" She chuckled. "You're mother? You guys really do like each other don't you?" He asked in shock. "She's my best friend." Rory smiled warmly.
She spun around and looked up at him, "You think the guys will like my dress?" She asked.
He looked her up and down. "Every male there will love it. Save for Colin and Logan…" He muttered. Rory's face fell and she stopped her twirling to stare at him then look down at the dress. "Why won't Logan like it?" she asked with a pout.
"AH HA!" Steph yelled, jumping back into the room. Rory gasped and turned to see her friend standing behind her, pointing in her face. Rory stepped back and stared at her. "You're going to take an eye out." She warned. "You said, 'why won't 'Logan' like it.' Not 'why wont 'Logan and Colin' like it!'" She declared.
"You know what I meant!" Rory sighed and rolled her eyes dismissively. "Yes, yes I do, what you said meant that what you really care about is if LOGAN likes your dress" Steph declared. Rory sighed and tilted her head to the side.
Deciding to interrupt the girl's squabble, Finn jumped in. "The only reason they won't like it is because every other male in the entire universe will like it" He declared.
"Oh, so it's just the over protective thing then. I can handle that. After all they've been relentless so far. Why should I let it bother me now?" Rory decided. "Good luck! Im surprised Finn is letting you outside looking like that without someone to look after you all night long." Rose declared. Finn turned to look at her, "The only reason I'm not jumping on her about the dress is because I know both our mates will. And while she's being calm about it now I'm sure she'll get aggravated about it fast." He explained. "The only reason I'm letting her go out like that is because she's going to have three guys watching her all night. I actually feel bad, but with this kind of dress you chose your own fate Love." He sighed and pressed a kiss to her cheek.
Finn turned to Rose and looked her up and down. "Now you on the other hand are going to spend every moment with me. Its safer for the other 'men' that way." He declared and leaned down to kiss her hard on the lips. She kissed back, wrapping her arms around his neck until he jumped back slightly.
He pulled away and ran his fingers over his bottom lip. Rory watched out of the corner of her eyes as he glanced down to see his fingers stained in red, before looking back up at her with a dazed yet lust filled glare.
"Oh I am so getting you back for that one." He grumbled as he ran his hand back over his lip to stop the bleeding. Rory turned as Rose laughed, unthreatened, and turned to walk away. Finn had literally got what he had wished for.
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The bar was nothing like she suspected. It was modern, had circular white tables for two or three, and a couple booths also covered in white leather. Along the walls were shelves that held up empty bottles of beer, gin, and tequila, a large stereo system hung from the corners of the ceiling, and a bar extended along the far side of the wall. Waiters in all black uniforms stood behind the bar with their hands behind their backs as if ready to serve the customers anything they wanted at their beck and call.
Behind the bar the wall was filled with shelving holding every single alcoholic drink on the market. Lights built into the shelving pointed upwards towards the bottles making them glow and the liquid inside look even more heavenly.
"This place is amazing!" Rose gasped as she linked her arms with Steph and Rory. "I can not wait to try everything on that wall." Steph laughed as she pointed to a random wall.
"Whoa now. Lets pace ourselves okay?" Colin pleaded from behind them. "Don't be a party pooper!" Steph whined. "Says the girl who let herself get drugged." Colin grumbled. "Ohh that happens once and suddenly you can't be trusted to watch your own drink!" Steph grumbled.
"Okay you two! Lets just join the party here alright?" Rory suggested and urged both Steph and Rose towards the bar. "Wait we need the guys," Rose said as she turned to grab Finn's hand.
Finn met her eyes before turning to look at Colin, "Do you ever get the feeling they're just using us to get beer?" He asked. Colin sighed and nodded while Logan laughed. "Once they turn twenty one they wont need us anymore." Colin pouted. "Come on guys! Keep up will ya!" Steph called from the bar. They looked up to see the girls had disappeared. "Man they can move fast in heals..."
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Logan watched from afar as Rory danced with Steph and Rose. Threw the next hour the bar had filled with college students clad in tiny black dresses and tuxes, their ties already hanging low from their necks and their jackets unbuttoned and hanging freely open. It was like any other after party when they were called forth to do their duty to society.
The lights had dimmed and the music began blaring. She had first caught his attention when she slipped her coat from her shoulders. She was a very sneaky one. He had wondered why she was already wearing a long coat buttoned up when they arrived to pick them up; now he knew.
As soon as they had gotten their drinks and they split so he, Colin, and Finn could find them a table. He watched from the booth as they stopped at the coatroom. The woman behind the counter smiled and took their names, writing it down on a slip of paper and attaching it to each hanger.
Her fingers danced across the large black buttons and she effortlessly slid the coat from her body. He watched her glace from one side of the bar to the other for one of her three 'protectors' before deeming it safe. At first he just saw her shoulders. Her curled hair bounced from the collar of her jacket to her porcelain skin. Then it slid down and exposed her shoulder blades. He took in a sharp breath as she handed it to the woman behind the counter, who immediately took her name and hung up her coat.
His gaze fell to her legs. He traced her shapely thighs, down to her calves and let out a pained groan as she leaned over the counter and her legs parted. He could see how her thin dress clung around her round copious bottom. Her heals sent her a good three inches taller, and she looked uncomfortable bending over with the extra height.
She turned to look up at Steph as she gripped the other side of the counter to hold her up. She bent one of her knees up and down to casually lift her heal from the ground. He watched her movements in agony until Rose giddily joined them, only seconds before pulling both to the dance floor.
He could see the outline of her thighs, the way her legs moved underneath the fabric. It clung to her every curve and now moved with her as she danced. The only times his eyes left her was when he was staring down the men on the dance floor; the ones eyeing her, the ones motioning to their friends, and the ones standing at the bar groaning and downing shot after shot.
He looked on as a guy actually came up to her and handed her a drink, which she willingly accepted. 'Doesn't she know better than that? After what happened to Steph! One of her best friends!' He ran his hand over his face and groaned as he lifted his own drink from the table. This week was supposed to be about relaxation, and here he was, on the first night there, watching over her nervously as if she were a child in a crowded park. If she was going to drink and party then fine, He was no longer going to worry.
"Well. Well. Well. If it isn't Logan Huntzberger" A young blonde's voice came. He forced his gaze from Rory's loose body now dancing with the raven-haired college boy to the blonde before him. He gave her a once over and smiled one of his infamous smirks. "Amy, it's been forever! Get over here give me a proper hello," He suggested with a wave for her to join him She giggled and waved to another girl who immediately scampered to her side.
"Sally, why don't we keep Logan here company?" She suggested with a raised eyebrow. The bleach blonde beside her bit into her bottom lip and giggled. "Sure. Let's show him a good time shall we?" She smiled.
Logan allowed himself one more glance at his friend's roommate. She was now dancing with the boy, he pressed himself up against her back as she swayed her hips and laughed in enjoyment.
He sighed and turned back to the girls as they took a seat on either side of him. Amy pressed a kiss to his cheek and set her hand on his knee. "Logan, this is my friend Sally" she introduced. He turned and smiled at her, "Well hello…"he began but was cut off when her lips silenced his.
He stiffened and quickly pulled back an inch. He was used to going from girl to girl…was he suddenly regretting his life style? He had lived like this his entire life. Any time he felt any guilt about what he was doing he just pushed threw it. That was the only thing he knew how to do. So that's what he was going to do now.
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Rory turned as the boy behind her laced his fingers with hers. She followed him to the bar and leaned against the counter beside him. "Rory Gilmore" She introduced. The guy smiled and held out his hand, "James Montgomery. You want a drink Rory?" He asked.
"Please. What you gave me before tasted good." She smiled. "Alright," He nodded and waved the bartender down. When the drinks were placed in front of them they clinked their glasses together before downing the warm clear liquid.
"So Rory, that's a pretty name." He smiled. "Thank you, it's short for Lorelai. My mom named me after herself while she was whacked out on Demerol." She stated. "Oh I'm sure that's not the reason." He laughed. "Oh it is, she tells me the story every year exactly the same way." She smiled then when he laughed nervously she set her hand to her forehead.
"Wow sorry I'm usually not this talkative I'm just not used to…whatever's in this." She muttered as she picked up the glass and shook it gently. "No you're fine." James laughed.
"Well I don't know if she's fine, but she definitely is that talkative." Colin's voice came from behind them. Rory narrowed her eyes. "Where's Steph, I thought you were afraid of her taking the bar." Rory muttered. "She's with Rose and Finn. I just wanted to make sure you knew where our table was." He said pointing back to the table.
"I saw, I believe Logan's there with a blonde on each side of him." She grumbled. Colin stared at Rory, wondering if her tone was bitterness or jealousy. Hopefully she was going to do something stupid just because Logan was back to his old games.
"Well Rose and Steph have a table, but it's only going to be kept as long as they can remain standing upright." He warned. Rory nodded and chuckled, "So not for long; I get it." She replied. "Alright, well we have another booth alright, come and find us at the end of the night." He eyed the boy standing beside her.
"Colin McCrea." He introduced holding out his hand while keeping the boys dark blue eyes locked on his. "James Montgomery." He shook his hand and matched his glare.
"I thought you had your own girlfriend McCrea" James muttered. "I do, and this girl means a lot to her. To all of us." He declared. "I can see why." James smiled now at Rory, who had been turning her head between the two in confusion since the silent conversation between them started.
Colin noticed James leer. He turned to Rory and noted her empty glass. "Are you cold Rory? Put on my jacket…" He suggested. Rory rolled her eyes and held out her hand. She should have known he'd get to her dress sooner than later.
"No Colin. Im fine thanks." She said. "And doesn't she look fabulous!" James added with a smirk. Colin nodded. "She looks amazing. Almost too amazing. Is that a dress you brought from home?" He asked "No ah, Steph gave it to me. Apparently the girls dress up a lot during these trips. I'm still really getting the hang of it all." She rambled.
"Yeah, the girls like to make these trips about more than drinking and partying. For most of the girls, on the trips dressing up in costumes for the guys gives them things to plan and look forward to, as we enjoy planning the location and all the events." James explained.
"You'll get used to it," Colin reassured. "You'll also find there's a lot of people at each event. Just make sure you bring you're cell with you everywhere so you can get in contact with any one of us. All in all you'll meet some pretty interesting people…like James here." Colin said and slapped him on the shoulder. James clenched his jaw and looked down at him.
"We're just getting to know each other Colin. I think knowing a few more people than your tiny group will do her good. Especially if she's going to be joining the Life and Death and coming to more and more events." James continued. He turned to Rory and smiled, "What do you think Rory?" He asked.
Rory blinked blankly, "I'm sorry, what?" She asked. "What do you think about joining?" James repeated with a laugh. "Oh..umm. I don't know. I mean I just got here." She stuttered then turned to the bar tender, shaking her glass to convey she wanted another.
"There will be plenty more for you to take in, but this is your first trip. It's important you relax, have fun, and stay safe." Colin smiled warmly and draped his arm around her shoulders. Rory smiled at the bartender as he refilled her drink, then turned to the two boys.
"You know what. I'm going to go find Steph and Rose. You guys should talk." She suggested. Shaking off Colin's arm, she made her way over to the stumbling Blonde and Red head. Finn was right; the boys were going to get on her nerves tonight.
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The guys watched her leave, James watched the way her bottom swayed as she walked, and Colin noted how she was having trouble walking in a straight line.
"Don't mess with her," Colin warned immediately. James turned and gave him an innocent look. "I just danced with her and offered her a drink." He replied. "Don't mess with her." Colin repeated slightly quieter that time.
"Why? Because Logan thinks he may want her for himself?" James asked with a scoff. "There's no way he's settling down. You know it. I know it. Look at him now, even the double mint twins over there know it." He declared as he motioned over to the table with his newly refreshed glass in hand.
Colin glanced over to the table, Logan was accepting a kiss from each direction it came from the two blondes. Apparently he had decided he was giving up on any chance with Rory. Truth be told he didn't know what he was doing with 'the idea of Rory' anymore. One day he was 'winning' as he so blatantly called it, the next he was being jumped in the halls by Kitty and Rory was completely ignoring him. He was so tired of it all he just wanted them to get together already or leave each other be.
He sighed and turned back to James. "Look, weather Logan's into her or not, be careful around this girl. She's incredibly smart, but incredibly naive, and if any one here hurts her then they'll have hell to pay from all three of us." He declared harshly and downed his drink. He met James challenging gaze, but decided to leave it be for now. The boy hadn't done anything to get his ass kicked yet.
"I'm not in the game to hurt her. Im in the game to win her." James called after him. Colin stopped and hung his head low, but decided it was best not to retort. He looking back up, put a smile on his face for the girls, and headed to the table.
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Logan groaned as Sally…or was that one Amy…ran her tongue down a path on his neck. By his count, he had about his millionth shot and now he could barely see straight. He had banned himself from watching Rory, only twice catching himself checking up on her. She was either dancing, or some how she was getting a drink from the bar. He didn't understand at first. She wasn't twenty-one; she needed him or one of the guys to get a drink. Sure enough, Finn was in the corner doing something dirty to Rose, and Steph was laughing and using Colin to stand up 'relatively' straight.
He had leaned over to see who was buying her her fifth drink of the night only to have set his hand on one of the girl's knee. She immediately opened her legs to his hand making it harder for him to use her to prop himself up.
"I can't see," He grumbled as he lifted up from the seat only to fall right back down onto the leather cushion. "What can't you see?" Sally asked as if she was talking to a child. "Roni." He grumbled. "Who's Roni?" Amy asked. "She's…" Logan began but was cut off. "She?" Sally gasped. "I can't believe you'd bring up another girl while we're sitting right here!" She gasped in a hurt voice.
"I know we've been threw a lot together." Logan began sarcastically as he turned to look at the girl he met less than an hour ago. "But Rory's…she's special." He continued. He looked back down at the table and stared at his empty glasses. "Well I hope you enjoy you're night with this Roni" The girl to his left declared in a high-pitched voice.
Logan watched the four girls leave in a huff. One girl grumbled harshly about not caring if he was with another girl as well as them, this was their big chance, while the other just sniffed and shook her head multiple times.
"Drama." He grumbled with exasperation. He glanced up and smiled as he saw Rory approach the table. She stopped and stumbled slightly on her wobbly feet. He watched as the two Rory's stared down at him. She had a blank look on her face, maybe a twinge of annoyance and pout. Her bangs stuck to her sweaty forehead and her eyes were smoky and looked lost. Both waited for the other to speak first. It often turned out like this. Neither was willing to give in first.
"You're stubborn." Logan declared with an annoyed look.
"You're a jackass." She replied, her face scrunched up in anger.
They waited in silence again.
"Wanna sit down?" He asked. Rory glanced down at the empty seat on the other side of the booth before quickly sitting down. She stared down at the pyramid of shot glasses he had made, her nose turned up in aggravation.
"Colin's annoying." She declared as she picked up one of the full shot glasses from the tray.
"Women are over dramatic." He added and lifted a shot glass of his own, tapping it against hers. He stared down at the table as he lifted it over his head before setting the shot glass to his lips.
"This is weird! This is my six drink and I don't feel any bad yet." She muttered. "Don't worry. You will in the morning." He replied and pushed another shot her way. She took it happily. "I'm trying to meet new people and he just comes up and starts some eye war with him." She grumbled motioning to her eyes.
"Eye war?" He echoed as he downed another shot. His face twisting at the burning in his throat. "Yeah. It's like they're staring at each other, and saying things at the same time, only they're not talking…" She rambled.
"Telekinesis?" Logan offered. "Maybe, all we need is some Carrie shit to go down and this'll be a real party." She grumbled. Logan shook his head and narrowed his eyes. "No. No. No. You're supposed to be having fun. It's only the first party of a week of bashes." He muttered.
"I was having fun, but you guys are being so protective…" She began and rolled her eyes.
"Hey im not being protective, I let you go. I let you lean over that coat rack, I never said anything about you're minni tiny dress...and I didn't stop you and Mount-something-or-other from dancing..." He rambled, wildly gesturing with his arms.
"Right. You've been too busy with your two women!" She half yelled. "Hey I may have been sitting with two women, but you have all the men in this bar!" He demanded. "What!" Rory gasped and slammed her back against the seat. She scrunched up her face and gapped at him in disgust. "I don't know what you're talking about!" she gasped.
"When you were dancing, hell when you even walked into this bar all eyes were on you. The men watched you, they talked about you, they wondered who you were, they commented on your 'perfect ass' and the way you're body moved, they watched you the entire time and I had to sit here and deal with that." He grumbled.
"Oh im so sorry." She gasped in fake empathy. She gave him a wide-eyed look of sorrow and set her hand to her chest. "You had to watch people watch me while I only had to watch two girls throw themselves on you. Touching you and whispering in your ear as you felt them up?" She gasped then leaned forwards in the booth. "Must have been so painful for you!" She yelled.
"God you are infuriating!" He yelled as he slid another glass to her. The liquid slashed in the glass and gently spilled over onto the table, all going unnoticed by the two.
"Im infuriating?" She yelled. "Yes!" He mocked her hurt face. She opened her mouth to retort when her cell phone rang. With a grunt of frustration she reached into her bag and opened it.
"Hello?" She asked sharply.
"Rory! Good. I need help," Her mothers voice pleaded.
"You haven't left yet? It's…" She began and looked down at her bare wrist. She narrowed her eyes and glanced up at Logan. Her eyes fell to his Rolex watch. She reached over the table and grabbed his hand, twisting it so she could see the time. It was no use; the face of the clock was swirling around and around.
"Oww…Oww!" He grumbled as she bent his wrist. "It's around eleven…"'I'm guessing' she thought "How are you still at grandmas?" She asked. Logan pouted and rubbed his wrist. "Did I hurt you?" She asked pushing the phone's speaker away from her mouth.
"No just every time someone hurts their wrist I see them doing this." He muttered. He smiled as she rolled her eyes and chuckled and turned her attention back to her ranting mother.
"You should have seen her face when I told her that you weren't coming! She got that Emily Gilmore face."
"Emily Gilmore face?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah you know, that one where you tell her bad news and her face stays blank as a sheet. Then she turns and walks away and you think, 'well, that wasn't so bad', but later…ohh later… the whole world comes down" Her mother ranted. Rory rolled her eyes. "Mom, you're an adult! You can tell her you have to leave"
"I don't know why I even came, I should have faked food poisoning." She grumbled. Rory sighed and rolled her eyes. "Do you remember what happened the last time you faked food poisoning?" She asked. Logan raised an eyebrow as Rory continued to talk to her mom. She had explained her relationship with her mother, but there was something about listening to them talk to each other. They're relationship was on a whole new level.
"Yeah, yeah" Her mother grumbled. "Don't yeah yeah me, you called her groaning and whimpering and she still made you come. Then when you got there you groaned and even ran into the bathroom to pretend to throw up. When she called you on it you denied it but accepted the Gin Martini" She reminisced. Her mother began to defend herself, but Rory cut her off, "And before you even try it No, a Gin Martini does not settle your stomach."
Rory rolled her eyes as her mother whined on the other end. "Settles a Gilmores stomach." She muttered in a pout.
"Well in that case our next round will be Gin martinis." She said smiling as Logan nodded in approval. "Ahhh, at your first party already? I mean its understandable, the plane landed more than an hour ago right?" She teased. "Mom, they do more than partying and drinking," She declared biting into her bottom lip to keep from chuckling as Logan's eyes widened and he slightly shook his head from side to side.
"Oh of course, the rich college students study and plan charity benefits on their vacations. That's what we used to do. In fact the day you were conceived Christopher and I were in a pretty heavy debate on whether to have a charity function for Fibromialga or Tuberculosis. We decided upon Tuberculosis," She declared.
"Cus what else gets you hotter than talk of Tuberculosis?" She smirked then giggled at Logan's confused look. He chuckled and ran his fingers up and down the side of his glass. They were really something.
000
Rose groaned as Finn's hands ran up and down her bare back. She had pulled him into the girl's bathroom and locked the stall behind them in hopes for a tantalizing quickie before they got back to the hotel room.
His lips never left her neck as he pushed her against the stalls door. She pushed back, forcing him to hit the sidewall. He growled, nipping at her pulse while his hands slid down to her bottom. Rose groaned and gripped his hair, forcing him to meet her lips once again. His hands moved to her hips, rubbing up and down over the smooth black fabric.
"I always loved little black dress night" He smirked and attacked her lips with his. She pulled back and smiled, "You say that for each theme." She muttered. He smirked and leaned down, whispering into her ear, "That's because I love you in all of your costumes," He nipped on her ear lobe and smirked as she jutted her hips into his, groaning, pleading for more contact. "And out of all the costumes" He added pushing against her hips before quickly leaning backward. She whined and gripped his shoulder.
"You love torturing me don't you?" She whimpered. He smirked. "I love that face," He muttered. Growling in frustration, she hit her head back against the wall with a loud, echoing 'thump'. She glared at him and asked, "What face!"
Laughing he leaned down and kissed her. "That face. That angry, frustrated, I'm-already-planning-on-what-im-going-to-do-to-get-you-back face." He smirked.
"I was right. You do love torturing me." She muttered. Her eyes flicked up to meet his and she licked her lips. She smirked. "That's soo hot." She breathed. He took in a sharp breath and laughed as she gripped his shirt, stepping back and pulling him with her. He pulled her into his body and whined when she turned them around and slammed his back into the wall, her fists gripping his jacket.
"And you're right" She muttered against his lips. He glanced down staring at her juicy lips. He could just lean forward an inch and they'd meet. Just an inch and they'd be opening the gates for the rest of the evening…
He gasped when her fingers trailed up his thigh. She kept one hand balled in his jacket, forcing him against the wall, while her other slowly traveled up his thigh.
"I am thinking of ways to get you back." She smirked. Finn gasped as she cupped him threw his pants, but immediately removed her hand. He whimpered. "No fair" He pouted. She smirked. "Enough of this, we don't have long we're in a bathroom for gods sake." She grumbled. "First you tease me then you make demands?" He pouted. She glanced up at him and shook her head. "You love it." She grumbled.
"Hell yeah I do!" He half yelled. She laughed and pushed up against him, pushing him harder against the metal wall. His hand slid around her back, pushing her into his pelvis, making his knees weak when she groaned in pleasure. His other hand found the slit in the fabric, slipping his hand in to finger the fabric of her lace panties.
She shivered while his fingers tickled the side of her bottom, lightly grazing her soft skin. Wanting to be in control, Finn's hands left her body in opt for her wrist. She pulled gently to free her hands but ended up being forced back against the door to the stall. She turned her wrists inward and gripped the top of the door. Finn gripped the back of her thighs, pulling her legs around his waist. His lips easily found her pulse again, nipping her neck and sucking on the small red mark he left.
Rose gripped the door, her fingers aching from holding herself up. She gasped as his hands fell to her thighs, holding her up as his other hand slid up her dress. She groaned while his fingers trailed threw her slit and found her center. She leaned her head back, smacking into the door as she pushed out her hips.
The thumping of her head against the wall worried him. All he needed was for her to hit her head so hard she knocked herself out. It wouldn't be hard with the amount of alcohol in her system.
His hand cupped the back of her head before she could hit herself again. He watched her face, her eyelashes fluttered, her lips parted as she moaned and whimpered for his touch. "Finn…" She called. "Oh God!" Rose bit into her bottom lip, rocking her hips against his hand. "Fuck! God you feel so good…" He moaned."Mmm…Finn, Finn!" She gasped.
"Finn!?"
The couple stopped dead in their tracks at the new voice. They hadn't even noticed the door open. Finn immediately pulled his hand from under her dress and used it to support her body. Rose's eyes fell closed as the click of stiletto heals neared the stall. She felt her chest tighten as the handle turned.
They had forgotten to lock the stall door.
Finn rested his forehead against Rose's shoulder as the door opened, and they were forced to step out from the stall. Standing before them was a drunken, and very red-faced Rory.
Rose let her grip of the door go, and rested all her weight on Finn's arms. She smiled nervously. "Can we do something for you Rory?" She asked. Rory gapped, her jaw opening and closing before she regained her composure. "Umm no. I just…I heard...Finn… ill leave you two be" She stuttered. Just as she began to shut the door to the stall, forcing the two back inside, Finn called out.
"Wait!"
Rory raised an eyebrow and turned back around. She caught sight of Rose glaring at him in confusion and embarrassment. "Yes Finn? Please don't suggest something dirty I really don't think I can stomach it right now." She grumbled.
"No.. Umm..Do you have a condom?" He asked. Rory blushed."Ahh, no. Not on me." She stuttered.
"Don't you have a dispenser in here?" He asked.
"No Finn this isn't like the men's bathroom, the only thing you can get in here is a tampon, gum, and fake tattoos." She grumbled.
"Umm…could you ask Colin or Logan? I'm kind of in a jam…" He muttered. Rory held up her hands to quiet him. She slowly turned and walked out of the ladies room.
000
"Stephanie, can we please go sit down?" Colin whined.
"This is what happens when you shove your nose in those lawyer books Colin! You can't keep up later when it really counts." She declared. Colin leaned his head back and gave her a disapproving glare. She set her hand on his shoulder and leaned into him.
"You want to do a shot off me?" She asked with a drunken smile.
"I want you to come back to the hotel with me."Steph smirked, "just one more drink and ill go anywhere you want." She persuaded. Colin rolled his eyes and leaned over the bar.
"Can I get a glass of water?"Steph leaned into him for support and waited for him to order her another drink. It was near three in the morning and a lot of people had left in opt for a new bar or any secluded place they could find.
She accepted the glass handed to her with a smile and took a sip.
"You can hardly taste the alcohol," She muttered as she looked at the glass. "That's because it's water. Can we go back now?" Colin grumbled. Steph gasped. "You…" She grumbled then narrowed her eyes. "What's your name again?" She asked before breaking out in a giggle. "Alright that's enough" He grumbled and took the glass from her fingers.
Rory watched as Colin lifted Steph from the ground. The blonde kicked her heals up and down in protest but quieted as he tossed her over his shoulder.
"Heading back?" She asked deciding not to comment on her friend's position. "You want to share a cab?" He asked. "Naw, I need a condom you have any?" She asked. Colin almost dropped Steph then and there. He could feel the blood drain from his face and his knees buckle underneath him. He took in a sharp breath and reached out to the brunette before him.
"That's it!" he half yelled, grabbing onto her wrist and pulling her threw the crowd. "Oww! Colin you're hurting me" She winced.
"No more drinking for any of you! Rory, you just got here! There is no way you'd do something like this if you were sober! I can't just stand by and let you do something you'll regret!" He gripped her wrist tighter as she used her other hand to try and loosen his hold.
"Colin it's not for me! It's for Finn!" She growled. He stopped and turned to face her. "What?" He asked. Rory straightened and rolled her eyes. "I went into the girls bathroom and found Finn and Rose locked in one of the bathroom stalls! Just as I was about to bolt he put it upon me to find him a condom." She explained. His eyes bore into hers as she glared at him.
"You want to let me go now?" She growled. He quickly released his grip on her wrist and glanced down at the floor. "Im sorry." He muttered. He gripped Steph tighter as she began kicking her legs. "I just don't want you to get hurt," He muttered.
Rory stared at him. "I'm a big girl. I don't understand why you guys can't see that." She muttered. Colin sighed and rubbed his forehead.
"What's going on here?" Rory turned and jumped as Logan appeared right beside her. "Finn needs a condom you have one?" Rory asked as she crossed her arms over her chest.
Logan narrowed his eyes. "He asked you for a condom?" He asked.
"No I stumbled upon them in the bathroom." She explained for the second time that night. "Do you have one or am I going to have to go ask Jason." She asked.
"Who's Jason?" Logan asked as he dug into his pocket for his wallet. "A guy she met tonight" Colin answered. "Already narrowed down the guys Ace?" He asked with a teasing smirk. He opened his wallet and pulled a condom from between the folds. Rory grabbed it from his fingers. "Yeah, im just a guy magnet." She grumbled before quickly turning and making her way to the bathroom.
Logan watched as she disappeared behind the door. He turned back to Colin, "Who's this Jason?" He asked once again. "They danced and went to the bar, I rudely interrupted their conversation and drove her away, but we defiantly have to worry about him. He's serious about dating her." Colin explained. Logan glanced back to the bathroom door. "If she wasn't so naive I'd trust her to take care of herself." He muttered.
"Yeah, well she's getting less and less ignorant to us. If you don't put your act together soon I'm going to give up keeping her from someone who actually wants to be with her." He declared.
Logan turned back and stared at Colin. He raised an eyebrow. "Im taking Steph back to my hotel room. Do yourself a favor and go home alone tonight. If Rory sees you going home with one of those bleach blondes she'll make the decision for you a lot easier." He warned.
Logan watched Steph bounce against Colin's back until they reached the door. He turned and smiled as he saw Rory leaning against the wall outside of the bathroom, a shocked, slightly disgusted look on her face. Maybe Finn had decided she was taking to long on her condom run.
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Sorry it took so long. I have to start summer reading when its actually summer this year or my teachers are gonna kill me.