Wow… an update, and not a oneshot. No worries, your eyes don't deceive. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea for this story.

Rating: T- for Jess's swearing, a slutty Rory and an alcoholic Finn.

Chapter 4: Never Enough

She woke up the next morning with a hangover she knew she deserved. There were also arms wrapped around her waist, and she had a feeling that she didn't play Scrabble with the person who was holding her. She looked around the room and took note that this was definitely not her room.

No, that would have been smart. To take him to her place so they could do what they had done. So she wouldn't have to walk back to Louise's and face Finn and Jess.

Shit. Those two were going to kill her for not meeting them in three hours. And then they were never going to let her go out again.

"Shit," she muttered. "Shit, shit, shit." She attempted to peel herself from him, but he kept a firm grip on her. "Please let go."

He muttered something inaudible, and when she turned to look at him, her eyes were met with blue. "G'morning."

She smiled weakly. "I'm leaving. I have to get going before my friends worry about me." It was a lame excuse for leaving, but she really didn't want to stay here. She hoped he didn't want her to stay here, either.

He sighed and released his grip on her. "See you later." He turned over and fell back to sleep. She had a feeling he wouldn't remember any of it – especially if he was as hung over as she was.

She entered his bathroom and washed her face. She rinsed her mouth out with water, making a mental note to brush her teeth extra hard when she got back to the hotel. Before leaving the bathroom she gave herself a once over, and knew that with the way she looked, she would definitely owe Finn and Jess an explanation.

She glanced back at his sleeping form in the bed, and she felt an unfamiliar tug at her heart as she opened the door.

Glancing back at him once more, she shrugged off the feeling she got just by looking at him and stepped outside, wiping him from her memory. Another guy, another night.

She shielded her eyes from the sun as she stepped outside, and thanked whatever higher power that was keeping an eye on her for seeing the sign for the Hilton just down the street. She prayed this higher power would be around when she got there.

She quickly made her way down the sidewalk and into the hotel. Using the elevator was probably the safest way to go, considering her feet were still wobbly. And she wondered briefly precisely what they'd done last night. She really didn't remember anything after around the fourth shot of tequila, and she figured that had something to do with it.

She had kissed him. That much she remembered. He wasn't a bad kisser, and she could tell he had some experience in the area. They'd then decided to spend the rest of the night drinking and kissing. And then everything went fuzzy. She shook her head, wiping the memory away. She was not going to let a one night stand ruin her summer.

The door to the elevator opened and she took a deep breath. She prayed they hadn't looked for her the night before. "About fucking time."

She snapped to attention and saw Jess and Finn laying on the two couches. "Hi?"

"Yeah," Jess said. He was smirking at her, but not his usual smirk. He was pissed. "Want to know what we were doing last night?"

"And it wasn't getting fucking laid." Finn glared at her. She knew she should have called them. "But we already know that's what you were doing, kitten."

Rory sighed. "I ended up doing something else last night. I forgot to call. I'm sorry."

Finn scoffed. "More like someone else, love." He sat up and looked at her. "What the hell were you thinking, Rory? I wouldn't even do that."

"And there's a lot of shit Finn will do, Rory," Jess said. He shook his head and rolled his eyes at her. "Are you fucking insane? I'm sure the guy didn't look like a psycho murderer or anything…"

"I sure as hell don't look like an alcoholic," Finn began. "But that doesn't mean someone wants to take me out to a fancy restaurant to sip champagne."

"Well it's not like I'm going to see him again." Rory knew her voice sounded weak. She didn't sound convincing at all. She wondered briefly if it was because she wanted to see him again.

"Doesn't matter," Jess stated. "You could have at least called us, Rory."

"Thought you were smarter than that, love," Finn stated. He stood up and went to the kitchen and retrieved a bottle of beer from the fridge. No one spoke, and Rory felt everything closing in. She knew they'd be mad, but she never expected them to worry that much about her.

"You're drinking?" Rory asked. She knew it was a stupid question. Finn drank all the time, but the silence was getting to her.

"Look," Jess started. "You're seventeen. You can do what you want. But please for the love of everything holy don't do something stupid like that again. I need to get sleep –"

"And sex!" Finn called from the kitchen. Rory glared at him and he shrugged.

"And sex during this vacation." Jess sighed. "Call the next time you decide you're going to have a one night stand." He gave her one last look before he made his way to a bedroom. Rory realized she hadn't even unpacked or picked out a room yet. She sighed and ran her hand through her hair.

"I'm sorry, Finn," she said to him as she made her way into the kitchen. "I didn't realize you and Jess would be so worried."

"Why not?" His eyes widened at her confession. "You're our best friend, love. You should have expected something like this. Especially since you've never stayed out all night without calling." He took a drink and pointed down the hall. "We put you in a room of your own. Second door to your right."

She nodded and gave him one last glance before she made her way down the hall. She felt bad about what she'd done, but there was also a new feeling she had. A feeling of emptiness. She pushed the feeling away as she stepped into her room and went to the bathroom. She was not going to let this Tristin DuGrey get to her.

"How was it last night?"

Tristin winced in pain. "Speak softer. Use smaller words. And I honestly don't remember too much of it." He knew what happened. What he didn't know was where she'd gone. Why she had left this morning. He only remembered seeing her briefly this morning.

"Bull shit," Logan countered. Tristin glared at him and shrugged. "DuGrey, you're going to tell me what happened or I'm not giving you aspirin."

"Look, I don't remember. I remember kissing her and having drinks with her. I'm fairly sure I slept with her, but I don't remember her name or where she went." Logan looked at Tristin in surprise. No one had ever left Tristin. It was definitely a first.

"I like this girl already," Logan said. "She's the female version of you. What's her name?"

"She didn't stick around long enough to give it," Tristin responded as he got out of bed. He wished he could remember for the life of him where she'd told him she was staying. Or did she tell him? He wasn't too sure of that right now.

"You better start getting ready," Logan said as he set a cup of coffee and two aspirin on the counter. "We're meeting Louise and her friends for breakfast." Tristin began to protest, but Logan held his hand up to silence him. "And you're not getting out of it. You begged off last night and got laid. The least you can do for me now is meet my girlfriend's friends."

Tristin sighed. "You drive a hard bargain, Huntz. You sure you're the same guy I graduated with two weeks ago?"

Logan shrugged in response. "Things change, DuGrey. Now get yourself straightened up. We're leaving in half an hour."

Tristin nodded and stood up, making his way over to the counter. He leaned against the counter, taking the aspirin and drinking his coffee. What was it about this girl that made her different? Other than the fact that she didn't stick around the morning after. He scanned his apartment for any sign that she'd been there. And there wasn't. It was like the previous night had never happened.

He walked over to his dresser and found his shirt. He sure as hell wasn't dressing up for Huntz's girlfriend. She and her friends were going to like him or they weren't. He really didn't care either way.

"You ready?" Logan asked after Tristin had brushed his teeth. Tristin glared at him before nodding and following Logan out of the apartment. "You're really going to like her. She gets me."

"Hey, she's put up with you for this long. I already respect her," Tristin stated as they made their way down the sidewalk. "Where are we going?" They were nearing a restaurant at the base of the Hilton.

"We're meeting them here," Logan responded as he opened the door. "Now come on."

Tristin followed Logan into the restaurant and spotted a group of teens sitting at a table. He saw Logan walk over to a blonde and sit next to her. He assumed this was Louise. Seated next to her was a brunette, but he couldn't see her face. She looked familiar, though.

"Hey, guys," Logan greeted as he sat down next to Louise. "Rough night, Rory?"

"Speak softly," she responded as she took a sip of her coffee. "Hang over nursing in process."

"She stayed out all night," Louise stated, looking at him and smirking. "We warned her, but she just wouldn't listen." Louise looked over to Rory, who was holding her head and glaring at her coffee, biting back a comment.

"We even tried to get her to change," Madeline offered. "But nothing." Rory shrugged. She didn't look bad. She was wearing her athletic shorts and a t-shirt. She wasn't trying to impress anyone anyway.

"Don't worry," Logan said. "My roommate had a girl over last night and when he woke up this morning he looked like hell, too." He smirked and put his arm around Louise. "She apparently left him this morning, too. No note or anything."

Rory froze. It was a coincidence. There was no way in hell that Tristin was Logan's roommate. No way, no how, no…

"Where's your roommate?" Louise asked, looking around. "Ah, there he is."

Rory turned and followed Louise's gaze. "Oh…"

Tristin's breath caught when he approached the table. "Shit."

Everyone looked up and saw Rory and Tristin staring at each other in shock.

"You two know each other?" Logan asked. "How…" And then a look of realization took over his face and he looked in shock from Tristin to Rory. "Rory's the girl who left this morning?"

"Rory?" Tristin asked. "The Gilmore-Hayden girl."

Rory smirked, putting on her best game face. This was not going to happen to her. She was not going to end up humiliated by this. "Well, Tristin. Seems we have more in common than we thought."