Title: When She Cries
Book: II
Chapter: Six
Chapter Title: Drag You Down
Rating: R.
Coupling: Ultimately: Dallie/Lola, Aggie/Fin, Devon/Ashley,
Thalia/Ethan, Paris/Jess, Meggie/Zander, Aurora/Tolly. Now aren’t you glad you’ve
spoiled yourself in that way?
Disclaimer: Aye, captain. I hold no
deeds to Gilmore Girls. And I don’t own matchbox twenty’s Push.
Author’s Note: Still to Gracie, whom I haven’t quite finished
worshipping yet.
*
Well I feel
like something's gonna give/And I'm a little bit angry/
Well this ain't
over/No not here/Not while I still need you around/
You don't owe me/We just might change.
Brigitte Lennox leaned against the wall, nursing her Shirley Temple as she watched the under aged people around her drink their alcoholic drinks. She sighed, why she had thought private school students were going to be any different than bordering school students was beyond her. They were self-involved, borderline alcoholics and sex freaks. The only difference was an appearance of actual parental supervision. That’d be true if it weren’t for the fact that Cressida and Jamison Thomas had lead the guests to this room, left, and hadn’t been back sense. And the only person she knew, Aurora, had pretty much abandoned her after two blonde girls had shown up, thus rendering her to her current nearly-literal wallflower position. This was just going to be a wonderful evening, she could tell.
“I’m going to take a wild guess and
say you’re the guest of honor.”
Bit looked up and saw a male
standing next to her. Tall, dark and handsome, if you wanted to use the cliché,
but without a drink in hand. Then she heard what he said and snorted. “If
that’s the term you want to use, than yes I believe I would be.”
“Dallas Mariano,” He introduced
himself. “Or Dallie, if you’d prefer.”
She was glad she had opted not to
take a sip of her drink, because she would have spit it out. “Oh thank God,
someone else with a ridiculous name.”
Dallie leaned against the wall next
to her, “Um, thanks, that was only mildly insulting.”
Bit put her hand on his arm, “Not
that way. Sorry, but my name’s Bit, and everyone looks like I’m crazy when I
introduce myself as such.”
“Like they’re ones to talk,” Dallie
chuckled. “I mean, you have Spring over there, Lennon right next to her. This
list could go on.”
“I have no doubts,” Bit replied, “So
how long do you think this will last?”
“Far too long,” he answered before
mentally calculating in his head, “um, let’s see. We’re on drinks, so that’s
another fifteen minutes. They need at least one or two in them to be able to
bear each other’s company. Dinner will take forty-five minutes; long enough to
eat each course and have limited conversation. Talking while one’s chewing is
far too beneath them. Afterwards you go back to drinks, and you have a maximum
of twenty minutes before at least one person vomits. This helps expedite
everyone’s exit.”
“Been to a lot of these, huh?” She
asked, and it sounded about right. Boarding school crowd not so different from
private school crowd. Gee, who’da thunk it?
“Fortunately my attendance is
limited,” Dallie informed her, “so I don’t waste too much of my life at these
parties.”
“Really?” Bit turned and set her
drink down on the near by table, before turning her attention back to him. “Why
is that?”
“Because he’s a winterblue,” a
slightly mocking voice answered.
Bit jumped, and was surprised to see
one of the blondes Aurora had abandoned her for standing there, drink in hand.
She hadn’t even heard her approach that was quite a talent to accomplish when
wearing three-inch heels on a hardwood floor. “What’s a winterblue?”
Dallie rolled his eyes at the old,
and rather juvenile, insult, “Nothing important.”
“Sadly true,” Lola agreed with him, though
that’s not exactly what he meant, but leave it to her. “A winterblue is someone
that comes from one parent that’s from a white collar background, that’s the
winter part, and whose other parent comes from a blue collar background, which
would be the blue part. When they have children, they become winterblue.”
“That’s awful,” Bit told her.
Lola shrugged, playing with the
straw in her Italian Sidewalk. “That’s life.”
“Actually that’s just children and snobs
for you,” Dallie corrected them, he turned to Lola. “Is there any particular
reason you mingled your way over here?”
“Maybe I wanted to meet the guest of
honor, Bite.”
“Bit,” she corrected automatically,
though she was quite sure the blonde knew perfectly well what it was.
“Whatever.”
He sighed, may as well get this over
with so Lola would leave before she set the poor girl crouching in the corner.
“Bit, this is Lorelai,” he paused, how mean was he feeling? Quite, at this
point. “Gilmore-DuGrey.”
Lola glared at him, really glared.
He was afraid for a moment that she might regress to the point of digging her
heel into his shin and drawing blood like she had when they were fifteen.
Thankfully she regained composure, but he didn’t doubt that she’d attempt to
kill him in his sleep later on.
“Pleasure,” she told Bit before
taking a sip of her drink.
“Same,” Bit gave Lola a tight smile.
“Satisfied?” Dallie asked her.
Lola looked him down, and then up
before meeting his eyes. “Not yet.”
Great, now they’d move onto Phase
Two of the game. He shifted uncomfortably; he didn’t really enjoy Phase Two.
“Lola.”
Lola wrapped her lips around her
straw and sucked down a few sips of her drink, and licked her lower lip before
answering. “Maybe later.” And with that, she turned on heel and calmly walked
away.
Dallie damned her to hell; at this
point she deserved it.
*
Marguerite Giselle arched an eyebrow
as Lola rejoined her and Aurora. Things with Mariano seemed to be as usual,
which meant that Lo’s snarkiness would be in top form now. Zander didn’t know
what he was missing by staying another week longer in Maine.
“You were right,” this was addressed
to Aurora, “another Thalia.”
“Bitten?” Marguerite questioned, or
whatever Aurora’s houseguest’s name was. She knew, at least, that it was a
ridiculous name.
“Bit,” Lola replied with a sigh, “Meggie,
switch?”
This meant it was time to complain
about Dallie. But she handed Lola her champagne and took the Italian Sidewalk
from Lola. “I don’t like her.”
“Me either,” Aurora agreed, “Glad to
know you see it as well.”
“Isn’t this a little too early to
form judgments?” Meggie asked, though she knew full well that it wasn’t. But agitated
Lola was always fun to bring out; unfortunately she wasn’t as good at it as
Zander was.
“No,” both Aurora and Lola disagreed
at the same time.
“Besides the first friend she makes
is with the Cowboy,” Lola pointed out, pausing to take a sip of the champagne. “What
does that have to say about her?”
“You’re friends with Dallie,”
Meggie pointed out with a smile. Not too much, she’d rather not end up with her
dress ruined tonight.
“That’s different. I have to be, it’s
this whole family thing.” Lola waved it off with her free hand.
“I agree,” Aurora spoke up, “I mean,
normally I wouldn’t. But I’m going to be forced into a friendship with Brigitte
over there.”
“Giving up on calling her Bit?”
Meggie asked.
“I think it’s for the better,” Aurora
informed her.
“Ridiculous nick name,” Lola
muttered, she looked up over at Aurora. “How much longer?”
“Too damn long,” Aurora finished off
her drink with a gulp.
“Can we skip out?” Marguerite asked,
taking Aurora’s empty glass and setting it down on the tray of a nearby waiter
before setting hers down next to it.
“I wish,” Aurora replied, folding
her arms across her midsection.
Lola finished off her glass before
handing it to the waiter, “When’s Zander getting back?”
“Day before school begins,” she
replied, “the bastard actually wanted to stay in Maine.”
“Tell him to stop putting so much
Sun-In in his hair,” Lola told her, “it’s affecting his brain.”
“Trust me, I have.”
Aurora sighed as a bell chimed. “Dinner
is about to be served.”
“Lovely.”
Marguerite couldn’t have said it any
better herself.