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Jess walks into town after getting Rob's message.

Probably hung up on some girl. Trouble. Big trouble.

He opens the door to Championship Vinyl and flips the sign to OPEN.

"Now.. what to listen to..." he muses to himself as he searches through the records to find a decent album to play.

Settling on The Ramones, Leaving Home album, he hoists himself up onto the counter and reads his copy of A Coney Island of the Mind.

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Rory walks in, finally glad to have the chance to check out this awesome store...and then stops dead in her tracks.

"Since when do you work here?" she asks, genuinely surprised.

Taken aback by the sound of Rory's voice, Jess almost drops his book.

"Not too long ago. Rob needed extra help. No one knows early punk bands like me. Plus this place could always use a little more attitude."

He jumps off the counter to walk over to her.

"You lookin' for anything in partcular? A little Bangles? The Go Go's? What's your pleasure Gilmore?"

Rory smirks uncharacteristically. "Actually, I think my eighties girl band music collection is sufficient for the time being - though I am in the market for some solo Belinda."

She starts to walk around the shop, running her hands over shelves, all the while keeping her eyes focused on Jess.

"I really just wanted to check the place out, because I'd heard such good stuff and I met that Rob guy last week - he, um...is friends with my friend Parker.

She turns and gives him a full on grin. "So...give me the grand tour?"

Jess cocks his head to the side and studies her. If he didn't know any better, he'd say she was flirting. No worries, he's not one to disappoint.

"Well, you know, I would, but I think my tastes may be a bit mature for you. We'll start small and work our way up though. Solo Belinda may be a bit hard to find. None of them were good enough to make it on their own. They weren't good enough to make it as a group either, but that's just my opinion."

Jess muses over where to starts.

"Oldies or goodies? Or what's behind the black curtain?" he winks as he leans up against a shelf.

"Hmm..." Rory muses, a smile playing about her lips. "Let's definitely save that curtain for last...I'm going to have to go with oldies."

Rory isn't sure what she's doing. Something posessed her after leaving the slumber party - maybe it was the ~~subtext~~ fact she was wearing actual lingerie under her clothes, or the few sips of wine she'd had, but she felt bold.

In any case, she hadn't purposely gone looking for Jess - but now that she was there, what harm was there in being somehat flirtatious? He wasn't the type to get uncomfortable.

You're on dangerous ground Mariano.

He warns himself, but doesn't listen.

"Oldies, it is," he says, making his way to a dimly lit corner of the store, "we keep 'em way back here in the boonies because they're pretty much crap to anyone with an ounce of taste or half a brain cell. You'd be surprised how many brain cells are lacking in our collective clientele."

He motions in front of him for her to browse.

"Talk about a soundtrack to slit your wrists to..." he mutters, catching sight of some old Barry Manilow records.

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It does not escape Rory's notice that it's somewhat dark in this corner. Perfect excuse for her to accidently brush against him - she can't see very well, after all.

"Aw," she says, holding up a Barry Manilow record, "but who would kill themselves to 'Mandy'? It's about a dog, you know," she adds, unable to resist spouting off that bit of trivia.

She puts the record back, and bends to read some more titles. "And some of this stuff is okay...I mean, if nothing else, some of the most romantic music was written years before either of us was born, you know," she says flipping her hair out of her face and smiling up at him.

"I wasn't aware that you considered a song about a dog romantic. Bet you swooned over "Bingo" didn't you? You realize you've just opened yourself up to a number of quips on how Elvis' "You Ain't Nothing But a Hounddog" is your top makeout song of all time."

Jess notices the way her hair falls in her face as she bends over the titles and thinks there's gotta be a cheesy song about that among those records.

I'm an idiot. Why am I standing so close to her?

Jess reaches out and brushes a sizeable dust bunny from Rory's hair.

He clears his throat.

"You had.. well, there was.. You know the pyscho bunny in the Monty Python movies? Well, you had a dustier version of one in your hair. I figured I'd do us a favor and save us both. Besides, if we're gonna go out like that, we definitely need to be in a more sophisticated section."

He grabs her hand without thinking and quickly shuffles around to another shelf, this one full of grunge rock.

"Okay, now we can die. Our chalk outlines will go great with the later Nirvana albums. Plus, we our names won't be associated in the obits with that of Barry Manilow and his canine friend."

Rory mentally kicks herself for talking about dogs and romance in the same context, and is about to reply when Jess's hand is in her hair. She freezes for a second, hearing him say something about a dust bunny and Monty Ptyhon, but not really absorbing any of it.

The next thing she knows, he has her by the hand, and they're over in grunge rock.

"Oh, yes...so, now we're going to die over here - I wonder how many Cobain references the reports will be able to squeeze out of the two teens who mysteriously die near Nirvana," Rory says, barely aware of what she's saying, because Jess is still holding her hand.

Suddenly, she's not in control of the game anymore.

"I don't know. I guess we can count them in the afterlife," he answers, realizing he hasn't let go of her hand and doesn't quite know what to do about it, "I mean, we're not going to have much else to do. We could ask Cobain how cool our chalk outline is." he finishes, trailing off.

He slides his fingers across hers and manages to smoothly disentangle their hands in a nonchalant gesture that requires a huge amount of effort on his part.

"You cold?" He asks her, remembering her hands weren't exactly warm in his, but they did fit quite nicely.

"I could see if I could turn down the A.C. if I could... find the control panel... since it's only my second day, I'd might have to form a team or something, but I don't want you getting frostbite in the grunge rock section... not on my watch anyway."

He's talking a lot more than he usually does. He's a bit more confident. He noticed her reaction to him. It was nicely masked, but he picked up on it. He enjoyed reading both books and people and Rory Gilmore was a pageturner.

Rory wishes he hadn't let go of her hand. She'd forgotten how well their fingers meshed, and that simple touch had given her another boost of confidence.

"Um, yeah, I'm a little cold, but don't go to any trouble," Rory says, feeling her cheeks heat up ironically. "I mean, I'm all for exploring, if you want help finding that panel," she adds, smiling.

She hasn't taken her eyes off of Jess's face, and she's suddenly very aware of the way he's looking at her. She'd never had much trouble figuring out what made him tick - it was one of the reasons they'd worked so well despite their differences - and she's now enjoying the reaction she sees behind those dark eyes.

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