Love from the beginning

Late-night drunk Confessions

It was 11:34 PM. Luke usually shut down at 9:00 PM. But today was unusual. He sat at a table, all by his lonesome, drinking beer after beer. Today, he felt lonely. He wanted a partner. He wanted a wife. He wanted a woman who he can snuggle up close with, whether they go to home plate, or they just snuggle up and tell each other how much they love the other. Lorelai just sat home and did the same thing, though. She took 7 shots of tequila, had three beers, and four margaritas. And maybe a Long Island iced tea for the post-game. But she was drunk. Very drunk. But Lorelai was known for saying how she really feels when she is drunk and not regretting it in the morning. The light was still on at Luke's, so drunk Lorelai took the initiative of going in and accompanying Luke. "Hey, Lukey," said Lorelai. He turned his head. Even when she was drunk, she knew that he felt the same way; like he was just hit by a bus. I guess the 11 beers was a lot.
"Hey, Lor. Sorry the place is a mess. I'm just so crunk."
"I think you mean 'drunk.'"
"Maybe, I-I-I don't even kn-know--" Luke said.
Lorelai, as dunk as she was, knew Luke was depressed. It's like they were the same person. The only thing she didn't want to admit was that she had felt the same way.
"I am so lonely, Luke. Take me upstairs."
Luke paused; he responded indifferently; "what?"
"Listen, if in another two years we are both single, how about we take this upon ourselves and shack up and call it a relationship," Lorelai questioned.
"May-may-maybe, sounds good to me."  "I don't feel very good, Lor--"
There he went. Luke started puking everywhere. Lorelai followed him and comforted him. As he puked his insides out, she sat beside him, rummaging her fingers through his lengthy dreamy hair. She rubbed his back and massaged it, too. She only wanted to make him feel better. After a few minutes of puking, Luke was stunned and looked up at Lorelai. He wiped his mouth, stood up, forceful grabbed Lorelai's arm and took her upstairs. As they went up the stairs, their furious lip-locking was kind of a distraction for getting up the stairs. But Luke didn't care. He knew this is what he wanted to do.