Mondays

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„I'm not going home without Rory hooking up with a really hot guy." Lucy said with a confident look on her face, holding her margarita in her hand, sitting next to Olivia who was giggling at Rory's confused facial expression.

„You guys are crazy, you know that, right?" Rory said, taking a sip of her second tequila sunrise cocktail, which she clung to herself as if her life depended on it.

„Well, it has been a couple of dry years for you Mary." Paris said with a laugh, already feeling a little bit tipsy, even though the night has just started and there were a lot of locations that they needed to hit.

It was the night of Parises Bachelorette party. Doyle proposed to her on the day of her graduation from Harvard School of Medicine, six months ago, and they were both over the moon for the decision to get married, even though that piece of paper wouldn't change a thing since they have been living together since their senior year in Yale.

As her maid of honour Paris has, of course, chosen her best friend Rory.

„It was NOT that dry." Rory laughed and took another big sip, her body warming up from the alcohol. They were still in the apartment, read to hit the clubs. Rory wore a very tight, red dress with an open back and black high heels. Her hair was curled and make up dark, she felt pretty good about herself, it took a couple of hours, but she liked what she saw in the mirror.

She didn't have many moments like these with her friends, especially not with Paris since she has been living in New York for the past four years. It didn't take long after her Obama campaign pieces for her to get a job at the New York Times. Of course they read her pieces, of course they were fantastic and of course she was over the moon happy for getting the job she has always wanted to have.

Rory was a busy woman, she was strong and independent, she was a hurricane of a woman. Submitting piece after piece, there had rarely been an issue without at least one of her pieces. It took most of her time, but that was okay, she didn't want to have more time for herself.

Being alone meant thinking about him, being alone made her fingers automatically type his name in the search bar and look over every single damn picture that popped up. Do you think she was proud of that? Such a powerful woman being so weak for someone who turned his back on her five years ago? It was driving her insane, so the only thing she could possibly think of was to simply dive into work, completely drown in research, surveys and interviews.

She had a beautiful two bedroom apartment in Queens, it was perfect for her, had a beautiful view and was full of books. It had a touch of Rory in every corner, with a little bit of her mothers craziness, so it feels like she is always with her.

She didn't talk about it, it was forbidden for anyone to mention it. The failed proposal was a tabu that no one even dared to mention at gatherings, let alone in a one-on-one conversation with Rory. It was a sore spot, something she hated with every inch of her body. She hated everything about it, the way it was done, the way he acted, the way he said it, in front of who he said it, when he said and how he said, and also, what her response to it was. She hated it all. How he left, how he hadn't called and how desperately she wanted him to call.

But, tonight was all about Paris, their strange friendship and how it will last forever. Rory helped Paris get ready, she had that glossy dirty blonde hair and was never done since Paris always had better things to do, which was quite frankly a shame, because she looked smashing in her gold metallic dress that she bought with Rory a week ago.

Madeline and Louise were also there, but everyone knew they would simply disappear the moment they would all enter the club. At the age of 27, nobody even asked them for their IDs, instead they paid the entrance and walked inside of this huge Manhattan club filled with people drinking, partying and dancing.