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[ooc: Were Rory here, she would tell Anya that there's an emergency bottle of scotch under her bed, as well as a bag of marshmallows and a carton of Ben and Jerry's in the mini-fridge, if Anya were inclined to partake.]

ooc: That's why I love Rory!

[ooc: Good, because I'm bringing her back early out of boredom. She'll be showing up here any second now to keep Anya company, if she wants it.]

~~Jack is so busted.~~

~~Yup, but so are you once Anya finds out who took the letter~~

Rory shoulders her way into room #305.

"Hey, Anya," she says, dropping her luggage on the floor by her bed and flopping down in exhaustion. "I'm back early. Hope that doesn't mess with your plans."

"Plans, what plans?" Anya says angrily. "I had plans yesterday, but apparently Jack doesn't care."

"Uh oh," Rory says, not moving from her bed. "Don't tell me Jack stood you up or something. Because I'm not sure the room can handle more boy-drama."

"Yes, we had a date last night and he didn't show up or bother to call." She explained.

Rory sighs, and burrows under her bed for a second.

She emerges holding a bottle of scotch, a bag of marshmallows, and a box of Oreos. She lays the items in the center of the room.

"Want some?" she asks, opening the marshmallows. "May as well mope over our guys together."

"Marshmallows?" she asks. "Well, as long as they aren't shaped like bunnies." Takes a few marsmallows from the bag.

"What's going on between you and Logan? Did he stand you up too?"

Rory laughs ruefully, twisting an Oreo and licking the dream.

"No. He kissed this guy at a party, as part of a dare, and then he left the party without telling me or anything...and that really upset me. Probably more that it should've. I kind of have issues with being forgotten or whatever," she says, shrugging. "It's kind of happened a lot. So I overreacted, and was talking to Jake Gavin - do you know Jake? - about it, and he came up with this idea of us kissing in front of Logan. Except Jake would take his girl form, because that way it fits and all."

She sighs, and eats the cookie, frowning. She swallows, and continues. "So we kissed in front of Logan and a few other people in journalism...and we probably took it too far. And Logan punched Jake. And Professor Jerusalem came in and gave us all detention."

"Wow, who'd have thought that kissing would have complicated your relationship so much," she comments. "Of course, since you weren't kissing each other it makes sense."

She looks at Rory and smiles, "I am glad that you are back early. Planning revenge on Jack wasn't much fun by myself."

"Nooooo," Rory moans, her eyes wide. "No revenge. Worst idea ever. Seriously, just write him a letter or something. That's what I just did. Stuck it to Logan's front door. We could make your letter to Jack very strongly-worded, if you'd like," she adds pensively.

"Oh no," she says stubbornly. "Jack's not getting off that easy. That is just not how you treat a woman. Besides, he had all damn day to call, but he didn't. No, Jack deserves something ~~like I used to be able to dole out~~ to make he feel like I feel right now!"

Rory nods, frowning. "I totally get that - remember, abandonment issues," she says, pointing wryly at herself. "So...what were you planning? Because I think I have a pretty firm grasp on the scale of idiocy in regards to revenge plans.

~~eviseration is a bit on the strong side, but one step down from that wouldn't be bad~~ "I hadn't gotten that far yet," she says not wanting to tell Rory all the very bad things she had though of but was not longer capable of doing.

Rory nods thoughtfully. "Is there any way for you to do something fairly harmless, but funny, without it coming back to bite you in the ass? For instace...I once threw deviled eggs at this guy's car," she says, smiling a little at the memory. "He didn't appreciate it, and it was really funny, and I don't think he ever figured out who did it."

"There might be, but right now I am so mad ~~and hurt~~ that I just wish......."she stops before she finishes the sentence.

ooc: I just watched that episode last weekend! I actually burned through seasons 3&4 in 4 days.

"That you could make him hurt too," Rory finishes softly. "I know. Been there. But seriously, don't do anything too rash. Give him a chance to explain. Maybe he has a reason."

[ooc: I love the Rory/Jess relationship. :) Mostly I just love Jess, actually. Oh, and the abandonment issues she's talking about are something I kind of deduced on my own - I mean, Jess left her without ever saying goodbye, and then you've got Christopher popping in and out of her life whenever he feels like it...hell, you could work Dean breaking up with her into the idea if you wanted to. The girl's got to be seriously messed up from that.]

"Maybe," she says with doubt, but in something in her wants to believe Rory is right.

"Maybe I should just eat some more, drink, and think about revenge tomorrow," she says smiling, and pops anothe marshmallow into her mouth.

ooc: Very, very true. I never analyzed it that way but you are so true.

"There's my girl," Rory says, smiling and taking a swig from the bottle of scotch. "Probably best to just leave it until tomorrow. Everything'll look better in the morning." She offers Anya the bottle.

Anya happily accepts the bottle from Rory. "Thanks for being so nice to me, Rory."

Rory smiles, popping a marshmallow into her mouth. "Well, we're friends, right? So don't worry about it."

"Yes, but I am often accused of being rude or too literal- even by those who were supposed to be my friends. So, thank you," she says taking another big swig off the bottle.

Rory shrugs. "I hadn't noticed," she lies. "But you're welcome, in any case."

"So, do you think you and Logan will be o.k.?" she asks, still taking big swigs from the bottle.

Rory bites her lip, pulling a marshmallow apart with her fingers. "I don't know. I hope so. Like I said, I wrote him a letter when I was at my grandparents' house, and I left it for him...I'm just scared he won't forgive me, or something. Because I really, really don't want to lose him because I did something idiotic like this."

"Well, I hope so," she says with a bit of optimism in her voice. "If there's one thing I have learned about boys and love ~~besides that they deserve to die if they wrong us women~~ is that if you have a good one you should try to keep him."

"Exactly," Rory says, pointing a wavering finger at Anya triumphantly. "And I really care about him. I think I - "

She stops herself abruptly. No, don't finish that sentence, she tells herself. Don't be stupid. You're a glutton for punishment, Gilmore. You know perfectly well that nothing good can come of...that.

She swallows. "I think I...need more to drink," she finishes lamely, taking a swig from the bottle of scotch.

ooc: Love the icon!

[ooc: Me too! I needed one of her looking startled/confused, since I have the sad/emo one, and all the other ones are happy-looking.]

ooc: I swear one of the funnest things about fh was going through websites and gather photos for icons.

*Anya's feeling pretty good from the Scotch now.*

"How was your visit with your grandparents?" she asks slurring a bit.

"Sucked," Rory replies sleepily, starting to feel the effects of the alcohol as well. "Grandma wouldn' leave me 'lone 'bout Logan, and she wants me to date Huntz...Huntz...other Logan guy. Oh, but I got a car," she adds, perking up a little.

*Anya perks up at the sound of material items*

"Sorry the visit was lame," she says. "But tell me about the car!"

"It's a Prius, and it's blue, and if you look out the window, you can see it parked outside," Rory says, hiccupping slightly. "And it's good for the environment," she adds solemnly.

*Anya gets up to look out the window, but stumbles and immediatly sits back down.

"Tomorrow we should take a drive," she decides.

Rory nods dizzily. "Definitely. But right now...maybe sleeping is good?"

She stands up and almost loses her balance, but manages to fall into bed before passing out.

[ooc: And that's MY cue to go to bed. 'Night!]

Anya throws a blanket over Rory and decides she should head to bed too.

ooc: Night!

[ooc: licking the CREAM, not dream. *headdesk*]

ooc: HAHAHA, I didn't even see that.

Dream sometmes appreciates being licked.

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