The RE-Engagement: A Gilmore Girls Continuation

I Can Already Feel The Hangover

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I promised you a double update and I'm delivering! Enjoy! ;)
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Rory's POV

Anndd, Send. There, article completed, edited, and sent. Now to get on with the fun portion of the night. And by fun I mean embarrassing. Since I passed out drunk before drunken karaoke night, we rescheduled it for tonight.

"Harley! I'm done!"

The cute little red head lunges out of the bathroom and unto my bed.

"That had better be the best damn article ever. I've been done with mine for an hour now." She says with a slight turn of her lips. She knows that I am a perfectionist when it comes to writing, yet she still feels the need to give me shit for it.

"Ha ha. You done in the bathroom?" I ask her as I rummage through one of my suitcases.

"Yup. All yours! You've got half an hour before I leave without you though girly."

"I'l be ready in twenty." I tell her sticking my tongue out at her on the way to the bathroom. I quickly run a curler through my hair and apply the perfect amount of makeup. Exactly twenty minutes later I am ready to conquer the night.

We set off towards the nearest bar that offered karaoke, which is about half a block.

"So how ya feeling about tomorrow?" ugh tomorrow. Why'd she have to bring that up?

"Well, I can already feel the hangover and I haven't even touched the alcohol yet." Maybe if I respond with sarcasm she'll leave it alone.

"Not what I meant, but hey, if you don't wanna talk about it than I can't force you." Thank God she gets it. "Not sober anyways." She says with a wink.

Damn It.

"Hey! Bartender! Three shots of tequila for me and a Vodka Martini for my friend!"

Harley orders and we find a spot on the bar.

"Mary?" Oh. My. Damn. It can't be, can it?

"Uh, there's no Mary here, honey. But I'm Harley and this is-" Sweet ignorant Harley, can't you see his expression? He obviously is as shocked as me.

"Rory. I know, we went to high school together."

"Well isn't this a small world, come. Sit. Rory, aren't you going to introduce us?"

"Uh Harley this is Tristan." Turning to my former classmate I ask, "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I came over here to see if you would dance with me, for old times sake. And I'm here because a couple of my buddies are stationed near by and I'm visiting them for the weekend."

I look at Harley and she gives me a look that says 'Go! Leave me here and go!' So I gulp the rest of my drink down and grab his arm and lead him to the dance floor.

We get out on the floor right around the time SexyBack comes on, I let the Martini kick in and just start moving my body to the beat. I can tell Tristan's doing the same. Our bodies connect in rhythm with the music. It's amazing. Since Logan, I haven't engaged in any 'activities', so this feels absolutely sensational.

The song stops and a slow song starts. I feel Tristan grab my waist and bring me towards him. I wrap my arms around his, cause now since the high of the song has worn off, I'm having trouble standing.

I can hear him start to talk, but between the music and my buzz, I can't make out what he's saying.

"What did you say?" I ask him while giggling.

"I said, do you want to get outta here?" He asks with a suggestive furrow of his brows.