fandomtownies | Luke's Diner, Saturday

After calling her family at the hotel, Quinn settles in at a table at Luke's to wait for them.

Daria gets the call bright and early, and decides to wait half an hour before answering. Upon arriving she sees Quinn at a table and joins her.

"So is it technically parents weekend if your Parents are MIA the entire time?"

"Not sure," Quinn says. "I'm just going to assume they're sleeping in really late because anything else might give me nightmares."

"I'm not going to process that, otherwise, I'll get the mental pictures out of my head. Are the waffles any good here?"

"Really good, but fattening. You might not want to have too many," Quinn says, and waves the NPC'ed server over. "This is where I'm going to be working."

"Good to see your getting practice in for your illustrious career asking 'do you want fries with that?' I'm proud you're trying to learn a useful skill.

Waffles it is, extra butter."

Quinn orders: "Can I get two slices of whole wheat toast, no butter, no jam, none of that, just plain, and a glass of skim milk, thanks."

As soon as the server's gone, she says, "It's a step down from hostessing, but living here can get kind of expensive, and I kind of have some debts."

"You can afford to pay me right? And what happened to your profits off outfiting the students for homecoming? Unless you did it all for charity and the knowledge of a job well done," Daria's eyeroll explains just what she thinks of that theory

"You'll get your money, don't worry," she says. "Only one of the people from homecoming paid me up front. The others are working on an installment plan and some of them are kind of slow. I'm thinking about hiring hitmen. Not to kill anyone or anything, but maybe breaking a few fingers, stuff like that."

Daria spits out her water, "Hitmen? This school is on an island, don't you think a few heavily armed thugs will raise a few eyebrows?"

Quinn laughs. "Thugs? No, no, no. You can pay anyone to do anything around here, I think. Our Security guy used to do it."

"The giant rubber ball? He, She, It was a contract killer?"

"Oh, no, Rover? He's one of our security... people. And our Homecoming King," Quinn says. "No, I mean the guy handing out packets. The human-looking guy, kinda cute, looks like John Cusack?"

"John Cusack as hired gun, I can see it oddly enough," Daria replies, "So, this place must be pretty wierd. If you're paying attention to the conversation, A John Cusack look alike (who's not a giant rubber ball) was a contract killer and you might hire some one like that to bust kneecaps for you.

Either you are completely fooling with me or this place is so weird, the hitman is commonplace."

"Not commonplace. Just not... not commonplace."

Rory sighs, opening the door for Emily.

"...and I just don't understand why we have to go here. Why in heaven's name there isn't a decent restaurant in this town, I'll never understand," Emily snaps, obviously continuing from an ongoing tirade.

Rory let the door fall closed behind them, and scans the diner for any sign of her mother or Luke.

Nothing. Awesome.

Lorelai is heard before she is seen.

"Come on, Luke," she whines. "We were supposed to be home by now."

She bursts through the curtain separating the private back area from the main part of the dinner, dragging her husband by the hand.

"Come on Luke? As if I'm the one who got distracted by the..." He stops as he sees Rory and Emily. "Lorelai, why is your mother in the diner?"

Rory frantically signals to her mother to go back, but it's too late.

"Hello, Lorelai," Emily greets her daughter coolly.

"Mom. You're here. In Fandom. At Luke's."

She shoots a look at her daughter that clearly says, 'Why the hell did you bring your grandmother here?'

Luke squeezes Lorelai's hand in an effort to keep her from saying anything rash. "Hello Rory, Emily. It's, uh, good to see you both."

Rory stays slightly behind Emily, wringing her hands.

"Um. You guys on your way somewhere?" she asks, looking hopeful.

Simultaneously, Emily addresses Lorelai. "Why shouldn't I be here? It's Rory's school after all. Am I not allowed to take an interest in my granddaughter's life?"

"We're on our way home," Lorelai replies to her daughter. "We were supposed to be there by now," she says, elbowing Luke in the ribs.

To her mother she says, "No, Mom, it's fine that you're here. I just wasn't expecting to run into you."

"Yes, just a pleasant surprise. Speaking of home," Luke says, inching his way towards the door, "we should really go before the, uh, traffic gets bad."

Rory looks highly uncomfortable, and shoots a look at her mother and Luke which clearly says Get out while you can.

"Ah, yes. Why am I not surprised that the very instant I arrive, you two suddenly decide you have somewhere else to be?" Emily asks coldly.

Lorelai sighs.

"We didn't suddenly decide, Mom. We have plans with Sookie and Jackson tonight. We are supposed to be there in," she looks at the clock, "ten minutes and it takes us at least forty-five to make the trip back to Stars Hollow, so we're going to be late."

"And you know how Sookie gets when we're late," Luke said gently pulling on Lorelai's arm. "She gets all worked up and worried, and then poor Jackson has to try and keep her from calling the police, because it's never really something serious, we're always just late..." He knows he's rambling, but as long as he's talking, the girls can't be fighting.

Rory jumps in.

"And you know, Grandma, Sookie and Jackson are expecting a kid," she says, taking the focus off of Lorelai and Luke. "I'm sure you don't want to upset her at this stage in the pregnancy," she adds, leading Emily to a table.

"Well, no, of course not! That could be very dammaging to the child. I should call her and let her get the name of this amazing midwife that Susan from the DAR had deliver her babies..." Emily says, allowing herself to be seated and distracted.

Lorelai smiles at her daughter and gives her a secret wink.

"Right, so we need to go right now so we don't upset poor Sookie in her delicate condition."

She grabs Luke and heads for the door.

"Have fun, Mom. Bye Rory!"

Luke waves to Rory and keeps his mouth shut until they get outside. "Now do you get the importance of leaving on time?"

((OOC but IC: I'm out of the business now, but if Lorelai ever needs a list of my former "business associates" I'm sure they would be happy to "take care" of Emily for her for a very small fee.))

"Sookie's the cook, right?" Emily looks to Rory, trying to recall.

"Right. She's a chef," Rory says, nodding.

Logan walks in with Allie and looks around for a table. Spotting Rory, he debates leaving again. This wasn't the time or the place for another ugly scene.

Allie walks in behind Logan and bumps in to him when he stops abruptly.

"What's wrong?" she asks.

Emily looks excited. "Logan Huntzberger! Is that you? So grown up. Rory, have you met Logan? Do come over here, darling."

"We've met," Rory says, looking grim. "Hi Allie. Logan."

Logan nods at Rory's table in answer to Allie's question. Realizing there was no socially acceptable way out of this, he grabbed Allie's hand and walked over to the Gilmores. With a big smile he says, "Hello Rory. And Mrs. Gilmore! How wonderful to see you again. It really has been too long. How's Mr. Gilmore doing?"

"Allie, this is Mrs. Emily Gilmore, Rory's grandmother - good friends with my parents. This is my girlfriend, Allie Cameron."

Allie smiles at Rory's grandmother. She's still not entirely comfortable around Rory, but she knows she needs to get over it if she's going to do peer mediators.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Gilmore," she says politely. "And hi, Rory," she smiles, holding Logan's hand very tight.

Emily gives Allie a raised eyebrow, but can find nothing wrong with the girl on first glance. "Mr. Gilmore couldn't be better, Logan, thank you for asking. He is very proud of his recent exploits on the golf course, but I'm sure he would tell the story better that I. Nice to meet you, Allie. Always good to meet Rory's friends. Come sit, tell me about your school year so far."

Rory looks pained, and shoots very apologetic looks at both of them.

"Oh, Grandma," she says, giving a very fake little laugh, "I'm sure Allie and Logan have somewhere else to be. They're busy people."

Aware of Rory's discomfort, Logan flashed her a charming grin before answering Emily. "School is going very well - I've been really studying hard to keep my grades up for entrance to Yale. Allie and I do have a... meeting to attend, though, so I'm very sorry we can't stay longer."

Allie gives Logan a confused look, but smiles at Mrs. Gilmore and Rory.

"Yes, we just stopped by to get some... coffee to go," she says. "It was lovely meeting you, Mrs. Gilmore. And good seeing you, Rory."

"Well, nice meeting you, Allie. Good luck with your semester. And wonderful to see you again, Logan. Certainly with your family's reputation and your excellent grades you'll be accepted to Yale without a problem. I wish you the best of luck. Over the holidays, we will have to have our families get together and catch up. Isn't that right, Rory?"

Rory's eyes widen. "Um. That would be...very nice, Grandma, but we'll have to see how that goes when the time comes. I mean, we can't possibly know whether the Huntzbergers have plans already or not."

She smiles sweetly at Emily, and then turns her head so that she can't see, and mouths, I am so sorry to Logan and Allie.

"I'll be sure to call my parents this evening and let them know I ran into you. I know they'll be glad to hear about you and they would know better than I would about our holiday plans. It was great seeing the both of you," he says, winking at Rory.

Allie catches the wink and wonders exactly what it means, but decides not to worry too much since Logan just introduced her as his girlfriend.

She takes his hand and they walk out of the diner.

After Logan and Allie have left, Emily turns and grabs her purse.

"I should go back to the hotel. However, I still want to meet your other friends. Why don't you arrange a brunch for us tomorrow morning? Call me if you have any problems. Good night."

"Um...okay, Grandma," Rory says, rising. "I'll invite Angela and Marty, I guess. 'Night."

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