when we come to it

Chapter 10: 2009 (5 of 10)

# Author's Note #: Hey, the whole Rory-being-ill thing was pre-planned. I hope y'all are comfortable and hunkered down, I'm sorry if you aren't. Anyway, it occurred to me that I should write a little note saying that she's just got a cold :) 

- Asleep 

Wednesday, 4.22.09

"No, he did it again! He did it!" Rory shouted, picking up her beer and taking a sip while her free hand smacked Jess in the chest.

"I saw him do it, geez!" Jess laughed, taking a swig from his drink. "Don't put it down yet, he's gonna get eaten."

"Spoilers!" Rory exclaimed.

"Do not pretend you haven't watched Jurassic Park." Rory pointedly ignored this and instead focused on the massive T-Rex stomping away from it's enclosure and toward the outhouse. 

Once the 'blood-sucking lawyer' was snapped up like a Scooby Snack, they let out a cheer that probably pissed off their neighbors at nearly midnight on a weeknight. They'd both had a good week, Rory receiving praise for her column again and Jess deciding to allow a limited re-print of 'The Subsect' due to slightly increased demand. Only problem was that it was a Wednesday and no one else was ready to party. 

Thus, a Gremlins drinking game. And a Zoolander drinking game.... and a Jurassic Park drinking game.

"Do you think she can taste the difference?" Rory asked, standing and taking the empty beer bottles to the sink.

"Who? What difference?" Jess asked, watching the screen for the next drinking prompt. It came when the little poison dinosaurs were devouring Nedry in his jeep.

"What difference?" Rory laughed, knocking back the last of her beer and returning to the couch with a new one. "I mean the T-Rex. Do you think she can taste the difference between a blood-sucking lawyer and just... some tourist."

"She doesn't actually get to eat anyone but the lawyer."

"Yeah, not in this movie. But a lot of people get eaten by T-Rex in the third movie," Rory pointed out, sitting back down on the couch and taking the half of the blanket that Jess tosses at her. 

"Is that the same dinosaur? I thought this one stayed on the island," Jess drank again as the children were in mortal danger for the millionth time - one of the rules of the game.

"Even if it isn't, they eat a lot of people. Probably a blood-sucking lawyer somewhere in California," Rory shrugged.

Jess hummed, remembering the few that he'd encountered in his time there. One liked to come into the library and bitch about not being able to find what he needed after all of his two minutes of searching. "They are around the coast, yeah."

"I think they can taste the difference," Rory declared. "Lawyers are probably more tender. They spend a lot of time inside."

"By that logic, you must be like a slow cooked ham," Jess teased. Rory whined and smacked his knees. "Oh, I'm sorry Croc Dundee, I didn't realize you were such an outdoorsy person."

"I'm not outdoorsy. I like to think of myself as pretty tough, though."

"If I had to choose you or an Eagle Scout for protection, I know which one I'd go for," Jess nodded. 

"Thank you," Rory nodded graciously, taking a sip of her beer when Alan explained what an 'herbivore' was to the kids. 

The night was comfortable and warm and a little bit too boozy, but it was fun. And they definitely deserved to have some fun after working as hard as they did.