Willow Danes

Weiners, Dinner, Golf

The next morning I woke up at the same time as Luke. I got ready and started opening up the diner with him.

The whole time he was telling me I didn't have to work today, and that I could just hang out, but I refused to just lie in bed under a nest of blankets.

This wasn't like with Scarlett. I'm not sad, I'm not mopey. I'm hurt, I'm angry, but lying around isn't going to help.

All lying around will do is give me time to think, and I don't even know what I'm supposed to be thinking right now. Things were going smoothly.

Then I heard someone yelling outside. I look out the window to see what's happening.

"There's a weiner outside," I call to Luke, who's in the kitchen.

"There's a what?"

"Look for yourself."

Kirk is outside, dressed as a hotdog, handing out flyers. Luke goes out to yell at him and I follow to watch the show.

"Kirk, what the hell are you doing?"

"I'm trying to get people to eat lunch at the Dragonfly," he replies.

Luke immediately goes in to call Lorelai.

"Kirk, why are you dressed as a weiner?" I ask him.

"The quiche made me look fat," he replies.

Luke comes back out and is standing on the step outside, yelling at Kirk.

"Lunch at the Dragonfly! Get your lunch at the Dragonfly! You have not eaten lunch until you've eaten lunch at the Dragonfly!" Kirk yells, handing a flyer to everyone who passes the diner.

"I mean it Kirk. Get away from here!" Luke yells at him.

"I am on the sidewalk, Luke. You do not own the sidewalk."

"He's right Luke. You don't own the sidewalk," I tell him as I lean in the doorway.

He turns to me just for a moment.

"You're not helping."

"The sidewalk is for the common people, the hoi polloi, the everyman. And every man and every woman would like to have a delicious lunch at the Dragonfly," Kirk says.

"I'm gonna call the cops," Luke replies.

"Cops get free pie with lunch at the Dragonfly!" Kirk yells.

Lorelai runs up.

"Ah, Kirk, what are you doing?" she asks.

"Advertizing!" I yell from my spot, still in the door.

"You're a giant hot dog," she says.

"Technically, I'm a giant wiener. The costume tag says wiener," he replies.

"Get him away from my diner. I mean it," Luke tells her.

"Don't you worry Lorelai. I have no intention of abandoning my post, and I will not rest until every single person in Stars Hollow has tried lunch at the Dragonfly," Kirk says.

"Kirk, I don't understand this," Lorelai says, taking one of his flyers.

"I'm trying to scrounge up a lunch crown for you, so I figured I'd go where everybody already has lunch and get them over to you, and I'm doing a pretty good job, if I do say so myself."

"But who asked you- ugh, boy," she says.

"Okay, Luke, I'm very sorry. This won't happen again."

"But it was so much fun," I complain.

"Come on, Kirk. I am sorry, but why a hot dog? The Dragonfly doesn't serve hot dogs," she says, starting to lead him away.

"Because the quiche made him look fat!" I tell her.

"If I see him around here again-" Luke says.

"You won't," she replies.

Luke turns back to me and I smile at him.

"Get back to work," he says walking past me back into the diner.

--

Luckily for me Kirk's whole scene distracted me for the rest of the day. For all of the next week I was too busy to even think about my mom.

School, and finding out Sookie was pregnant, Zack asking Lane out and finally Luke agreeing to have dinner with Lorelai's mother.

She tried to talk him out of it, I tried to talk him out of it, but he decided to go, so he could get it done and over with.

He thinks it's going to be fine, but I know enough about Emily Gilmore to know she is going to say something awful to him.

--

Luke's dinner with Emily was, to put it lightly, a shit show. As I had predicted she was nothing but hateful and said awful things about him, and the diner.

All of which was delivered as backhanded compliments, and with a sickeningly sweet, fake smile.

To top it all off we were working in the diner when the phone rings and Luke gets it.

"Hello? Uh, uh, hi, uh, Richard- Mr. Gilmore, Sir. How are you?" I hear Luke say.

I stop in the middle of taking a table's order and turn to him, wide eyed. I apologise to them and walk up to the counter.

"Golf?" he says.

He's asked Luke to play golf.

"Say no. Say no. Say no!" I whisper yell to him.

"Okay," he says.

I sigh.

"You're an idiot," I tell him before walking back to my table.

"Yeah. See you at the club," Luke tells him.

He hangs up the phone.

"Good luck," I tell him as I hand Ceasar my order.