Thanks again for the feedback. Enjoy reading your comments! A few of my own comments: no, Rory and Dean never dated or hooked up again after hs/Jess, and I made Lorelai faint because she is completely thrown by Dean's confidence. She's always had the upper hand, the control in every relationship up until now. Also, her blood sugar was low because she skipped donuts at Luke's that morning ;)
Where the hell is mom? No note, she isn't answering her cell, and we are out of pop tarts. She can't be at the inn, because she'd answer her cell there, besides, don't want to bump into Dean, the Sisqo of the Dragonfly. This is nutso. She always answers if she's at Luke's too, so where could she be?
Rory dressed mixing the odds and ends in her dresser drawers. Laundry mountain could stay put for now.
Zing. Text from mom: Meet at Luke's 4 lunch, 11, busy morning, no pop tarts, sorry.
Basic economic theory, time to tango. Microwave burrito, looks like you're it.
Two hours later, Rory entered the diner where Luke and Taylor were engaged in some snit.
"Taylor, I don't want your big-eyed ice cream kid cartoons looking at my customers. Take that ridiculous ad off the window. I HATE that window. I will punch the window to get rid of them, don't make me do it Taylor."
"Now Luke, as a commercial renter I have certain rights when it comes to advertising my goods, and as a landlord I would think you'd want my business to thrive so I can pay you in a timely manner. We should take this up at the next town meeting."
"Taylor, I don't have time for your Jim Jones Hour at Miss Patty's this week. Take the poster down NOW while your arms are unbroken."
"Such a grump. I'm surprised people feel safe eating at this establishment."
Rory smiled Luke's way and he nodded back with a grin as he grabbed the coffee pot and poured Rory her first mug of the day.
"Thanks Luke. Hey, was mom here this morning?"
"No, haven't seen her. She's meeting you here for lunch?"
"Yes, she should be here any minute now."
"Rory Rory bo-bory banana fana fo fory Ro Ro Ro Rory. Ror - y!"
"Have you recently ingested uppers?"
"Yes, with the ne'er do wells behind the gazebo. Zach will be here soon to confiscate my stash."
"SBTB?"
"Proud. LUKE! Coffee, two cheeseburgers, fries and a jester to make us laugh while we dine!"
"So where were you earlier this morning? You weren't here, I don't think you were at the inn, and you didn't answer one of my many concerned texts. I'd be insouciant had last night not been so weird."
"Sorry Officer Krupke. I had some errands to run, still can't find the right accent piece for the foyer, left my phone charger at the inn, so dead phone, Lohan's career, no resuscitation device, no response."
She didn't want to lie to Rory, but she didn't want to be talked out of dinner tonight, not yet, cause maybe that would be it and she wanted to stay in this loopy state a little longer.
"Whatever. I have to study today so I'm heading to my favorite study carrel at the public library. They finally made me a proper shrine you know."
"Yes, your Game of Thrones throne warning others they darent usurp your biblio-kingdom."
"And I'm going to the city to see Hep Alien perform, so I guess I won't see you until tomorrow morning, unless a riot breaks out and we get swept up in a raid, in which case keep your phone charged so you can spring us from the pokey."
"Yes my daughter, I eagerly await your jail bail conundrum. Now let's eat because I'm starving."
Lorelai is acting strange again, even for Lorelai. Why wasn't she here for coffee this morning? Her behavior has been so erratic. Sobbing one day, silent the next, and today she's beyond giddy. Must be the last minute inn opening preps. I can't let too much time pass here, or she'll be taken and I'm just her coffee dealer.
Dean found it, an old supper club in Meriden, far enough that no one they knew would be there, and they could really talk, no roommates, no nosey neighbors, no townspeople. Send.
"Dean-o, need ya to re-caulk the tiles in the honeymoon suite. Text that to your girlfriend or whoever it is that has you tapping on that thing. Good to see you back in action, but put the phone away. When ya finish head home and shower because you stink, even for a construction guy."
Don't worry Tom, I will shower before my, ah, not date, but dinner with Lorelai Gilmore.
Zing. Text from him: Sandpiper, Meriden, 8. Green heels.