Important Note: There is a lot of drug use, and a lot of drug references in this chapter. I'm talking a lot. As well as under age drinking and swearing (due to the drug use and drinking). If that offends you,
then I'm sorry. But all I can say is: it's high school.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Doors, Jack Daniels, or anything else you recognize in this chapter.
Chapter Two: Gotta Love The Doors
Rory laid on her side, looking around Louise and Madeline's dorm. Louise was at the mirror,
running her finger over the top of her lip, making sure that her lipstick was perfect. Madeline was on the other side of the tiny room, standing behind Paris, who was seated seated at the second vanity. "I think you should just wear your hair down, Paris." she said, running her fingers through the shoulder length strawberry blonde.
She turned in her seat, "Rory?"
"Hmm?" she glanced down at her magazine, crossing one leg over the other.
"What-" she stood up, "-do you think?"
Rory glanced up as Paris spun in a circle, showing off her outfit, makeup, and hair. She tilted her head, "Sexy." before looking back at the magazine. She sat back down, pulling at the hem of her shirt. "I'll just leave it down."
Madeline sighed, relieved, "Thank you." she sat on Paris's lap, pulling out a tube of lip gloss. Paris stood, making Madeline get up as well.
She made her way across the room to sit next to Rory, "Hey."
"Hey."
Paris pulled at the hem of her shirt again, laying down beside her best friend. She was wearing a tight, light brown shirt that ended an inch above her thick brown belt and light blue jeans. "What do you think this party will be like?"
Rory shrugged, sighing, "The same as all the parties. People getting wasted, people fucking in the hall." she glanced up at Louise.
"Hey, I deny that. I was completely clothed, thank you."
Madeline laughed, "Yeah, it's just a question of what was under your clothes."
"If someone had walked by and yelled 'hand check' your shirt would have been ripped off." Paris told her, making the blonde grin lightly.
"Hmm. Good times, good times."
Rory laughed, standing up, "What time is it?"
Madeline glanced at the clock on the wall, "Ten thirty."
She tossed the magazine on the bed, standing in front of the mirror and straightening out her shirt, "You guys ready?" she asked. They might want to leave, considering the party started over an hour ago.
Louise slipped on a tight black shirt, glancing in the mirror before nodding, "Yeah." and they all checked their make up one more time before heading out the door. As soon as they got out of their building, a car with three guys in it was driving by. Their tires screeched as the driver slammed on the breaks before putting it in reverse and coming to an abrupt stop right next to the girls. Louise smiled lightly at Rory and the two of them strode over to the window as the boy rolled it down.
He grinned charmingly, light brown hair falling into his eyes, "Hey."
Louise smiled gently, "Hey."
"You four headed to B South?" he asked, glancing at their clothes as another car sped by, a guy leaning out the back window yelled something at the stationary car and the occupants of the car laughed.
Louise looked over at the car, and it too slowed and went into reverse, coming up close to them. Madeline glanced at Paris, who nodded, and they made their way over to the other car. She looked back at him smiling, "Of course. You going there too?"
The guy nodded, "Biggest party so far this year. Oh, by the way, I'm Joey. And these are my room mates Kyle and Andrew."
"Louise."
"Rory."
He nodded, "The new girls?"
Rory smiled, "How'd you know?"
"Word travels fast. You pissed off Leslie. Everybody knows who you are." the two girls looked at each other, grinning lightly and rolling their eyes. Joey smiled and he jerked his head to the back as Paris and Madeline climbed into the back of the other car, "Hop in, we'll take you." He opened the door and leaned back as Rory and Louise climbed over him, into the back to join a tall black haired boy.
He smiled, "Hey."
"Hey." Rory smiled lightly, sitting between Andrew and Louise. Within five minutes, they were outside of a huge brick building, teenagers leaning over the huge balconies on the third floor, already wasted. People called out to the three boys as they pulled up right after Paris and Madeline's car. Joey waved to several people who were so far over the rail that they were in danger of falling three stories. When they were all out, Rory and Louise smiled at the ones they'd driven with, "Thanks."
Kyle shook his head as they walked away, "Anytime, girls, anytime." he called.
The two girls made their way inside, joined shortly by Paris and Madeline, and the four made their way up the stairs and into the hall where the party was. The smell of weed and liquor was overwhelming, but they were used to it by now. They made their way through the room, working the floor like they always had. They met people, becoming known as 'the girls that pissed off the bitches' and were surprisingly well liked for it.
"Hey." Rory turned when she heard someone greet her. She was met by a tall boy with wavy dark brown hair, "You're in my Latin class, aren't you?" he asked.
And when she thought about it, he did look vaguely familiar. "Um, I guess."
"The three thirty class?" he said, trying to make her remember.
"Yes." she nodded, "Yeah, I'm in that Latin class."
"Yeah, I thought you looked familiar." she smiled and he stuck out his hand, "I'm Cody."
She took his hand, "Rory."
"So, it's only your first day and you're already at a party? That's quick."
She smiled, "I don't really like to sit around."
"Oh, that cool."
They talked for a few more minutes, Rory introducing him to her friends, and it turned out that he had a class with Paris as well. Louise and Madeline walked away, but the three of them stood talking until two people came over, Finn wrapping his arm around Rory's shoulders and Logan wrapping his arm around Paris's. They were obviously stoned, or drunk, or both. That was the most likely one. "Rory, Paris, lovely that you could make it." Finn said, smiling at Rory sloppily.
"Yeah, we weren't so sure you were coming." Logan said, his eyes unfocused as he turned to look at Cody, "Oh, hey Temples."
He scratched his head uncertainly, "Hey Logan. Finn." Finn nodded drunkenly, and Rory wasn't sure if he even recognized Cody in his current state of delirium.
He looked back at Rory, "But, it looks like you're busy, so I'll catch you later." he said before turning and walking away. Rory almost opened her mouth to say something, but Finn cut her off.
"Yes, lovely to see you, Temples. Do come again soon. We love all people. Both large and....very small." he smiled lightly, "Nice shirt by the way." he turned to Rory, "I can see what you see in him."
She hit him in the head playfully, "Don't be an asshole."
He put his hands up defensively, "I am not an asshole. I told you, I love all people."
She rolled her eyes, "And just how do you know that's he's 'small'?"
He grinned, glancing at Logan, who answered, "Ninth grade gym. He would never change in the locker room."
"Then how do you know that he just isn't gay?" Rory asked, smiling lightly.
"Ah! I take offense to that. I have no problem changing in front of guys, and I am most certainly not gay." Logan said, grinning as he leaned closer to Rory.
She laughed, "Of course not."
"Neither am I, but that's just because I have nothing to hide." Finn smiled at Rory suggestively.
"I'm sure you don't."
"I don't. Did you know that men from my country have the biggest dicks in the world?" he asked.
Rory burst into laughter, "Is that so?"
"Yes."
"And what country is that?"
He was silent for a moment, thinking. And then he shook his head, "Hayden, I am in no state to answer hard questions."
Paris laughed, "Rory, I've told you, when they're this trashed, it's easiest to get something out of them."
Logan turned to her, "And what would that be?"
"Anything we want." Rory said, grinning.
Logan's smirk was sloppy, but still charming, "You don't have to take advantage of us. Just ask and it will be granted."
"Hmm, I'll remember that." Rory said, ducking from under Finn's arm, "Of course, you most likely won't tomorrow morning."
"Of course he won't. If we remember anything tomorrow morning then we'll feel robbed." Finn told her with a small grin.
"The best parties are the ones everyone talks about, but no one involved in the gossip remembers." Logan explained.
"Uh huh, is that how the four of you have gotten such wonderful reputations?" Paris asked.
Finn smiled at her, "You hit it right on the nose." he said, tapping the tip of hers lightly. Paris wrinkled her nose, snorting lightly, which Finn and Logan found insanely amusing.
Rory smiled, "Well, seeing as you're all busy and I don't get what is so hilarious, I'm gonna go find someone I understand."
"Leaving so soon? But we haven't even started having fun yet." Finn said, grabbing after he playfully.
She just smiled, "Don't get too messed up Paris, wouldn't want to miss all your classes tomorrow."
"Hey, I still blame Mr. Remmy!"
Rory laughed, "I know." and she walked away. When she turned around, the three of them were standing in a circle as Louise walked up, two small bottles of tequila in her hands, and she handed one to Paris. The two girls clinked the bottles together before leaning their heads back and taking a shallow drink of straight liquor. Finn and Logan's eyes widened, obviously impressed. Rory just grinned, turning back around. These four boys had no idea what they were getting themselves into.
She walked around for about twenty minutes, meeting people that she recognized from class. It was surprising how many people recognized her or came up to her. Apparently Joey hadn't been lying when he said that everyone knew them from the 'argument' with Leslie. She definitely wouldn't walk into a class on Monday without a seat.
It was a surprise when Leslie and another girl that looked shockingly like her walked over to Rory. Huh, twins. Go fucking figure. "Hayden." she guessed that the one who had spoken was Leslie. The only way she could tell them apart was that Leslie had shorter hair than the other one. Other than that, they were identical.
"Nice to see you too, Barbie." she grinned at the other girl, "Skipper."
Skipper snorted, "It's Lindsay, and don't fucking call me Skipper."
Rory laughed, but didn't say anything. Leslie ignored her sister. She hitched her chin towards Logan, Finn, Louise, and Paris. "What's that?"
Rory glanced over her shoulder, "Louise and Paris getting drunk while hanging out with Colin and Finn." she said simply, "God, I knew you were a skank, but I didn't know you were blind."
She shook her head, "You know, I really don't like you. I never did anything to you, and you've just been a bitch to me. I don't get you."
Rory rolled her eyes. People always thought she was so sweet. When she'd spent practically all her time in Stars Hollow with her mom's inn, everyone thought she was fucking perfect. At Chilton, she was popular and hot and sexy and even a little fake around them, but no one knew, because she was sweet. To her family she was quiet and book smart, but never street smart,
because she was too sweet and innocent to know what really happened in the world. But guess what? That wasn't really her. She could be bitchy and mean and cruel, and god damn it, she didn't like this girl. Or her sister. Did she really need a reason not to?
"You know what? That's okay. You don't have to like me, I really don't care. But you can't stand there and say that you never did anything to me. The first time I met you, you said that I needed to watch my back because you weren't the kind of person that I wanted to piss off. But you know what? I really don't care. I don't like you, and it's okay if you don't get that. Because I don't need your approval of anything." Rory shook her head, "I don't even care. I've only ever seen you like, three times. The first time you were a bitch, the second and third times, you threw yourself at Tristan, I hated girls like you back in Connecticut. I wouldn't have a problem with you, but you have a problem with me. And you know what? That's okay, because I really just don't care anymore." she finished, and Leslie shrugged, shaking her head. Rory sighed, "What?"
"I don't like you, but at least you're honest." she started to walk away, leaving Rory in shock, but then she turned back around, "And oh yeah, stay away from Tristan, Logan, and Colin. Hell, stay away from Finn. They're off limits." and what surprised Rory was that, while this was the most cliched thing she'd ever heard, Leslie meant it, she wasn't just being a bitch, she really didn't want anyone else near those four guys.
Rory shook her head, almost laughing. "Leslie, you don't understand, I'm friends with them. Hook up with them all you like, I don't fucking care about you. Anything you do is your own business." and she turned slowly, walking away from the twins, shaking her head.
Talking to them had put her in a surprisingly destructive mood. She wanted to raise hell, or get trashed. Either would be fun. Both would be great. She mingled for ten more minutes, trying to find someone she knew, when she spotted Tristan, a fat joint resting in the corner of his mouth, and another tucked behind his ear. He was flirting with a short brunette girl, but instantly abandoned her when he spotted a much more interesting specimen. "Rory!" he called, walking away from the Sophomore as he took a deep drag.
She smirked, "What's up, Dugrey?"
He smirked, pulling the joint from his lips as he blew out a large cloud of grey smoke, "Chillin'."she almost laughed at his use of the word. "Where you been, Hayden? It's almost eleven. I wasn't sure you'd show."
She shook her head, taking the joint from him and inhaling deeply. "I'd never miss a party." she blew out the smoke, a small grin on her face as she saw his face change. "What?"
"Do you know what happened the last time a girl took weed from me and I actually let her smoke some?"
She laughed, "See, Tristan, back in Connecticut we had this thing where, if I had anything, I would share, and if you had anything, you'd share."
"I never lived in Connecticut, genius."
She grinned, taking another drag before replying, "Well, neither do I anymore. So we"re just gonna have to go by that now."
He smiled, leaning in closer so that his face was inches from her, "And what exactly do I get out of this?"
She smiled, "See, that's the beauty of being a girl. I can easily get things for free or discounted whereas you, being a guy, always have to pay." she closed her mouth over the end and inhaled deeply.
"Ohh, Hayden, you never stuck me as the kinky kind."
She laughed, "Nothing too bad, just a couple favors."
Tristan took the joint from her and inhaled a long drag, exhaling before leaning in even closer, "And what do I get for tonight?"
She grinned wickedly, "First time's always free."
He snorted humorously, leaning back, "Fair enough."
Madeline passed by, and by now, Rory was feeling the effects. "Maddy!" she yelled, causing the girl to turn, "Hey! I've been looking for you!"
"You found me. And Tristan." she took the joint from Tristan's mouth and handed it to Madeline.
The girl smiled, taking it, "Very nice." she took a long drag and Tristan made a pathetic squeak in the back of his throat. She smiled at him, "What, Tristan?" she turned to Rory, "He's not familiar with the I-share-you-share philosophy, is he?"
Rory shook her head, "Nope."
Madeline sighed, "Hmm, too bad. We'll just have to educate him." she closed her mouth over the end and inhaled deeply.
"That's what I-" Rory started, but was cut off mid sentence as Colin showed up, pointing with his mouth agape, and made the same squeak as Tristan.
"What is this?" he asked, pointing to Madeline as he stopped right beside her.
She laughed, "What?"
"Tristan." Colin said as if he needed to talk some sense into his friend, "Those are your trademark. You're letting a woman take it away from you?"
"Actually, Rory did, and then handed it to Madeline."
"Erp." the brunette boy let out a deflating sound, "But...but they can't....." he shook his head, "Sharing is unheard of."
"Now, now, you were never taught to share?" Rory asked, laughing at nothing in particular.
"No. Nothing like this."
Madeline grinned at Rory before leaning over to Colin and whispering something into his ear, and Rory didn't look away from their faces, because she'd seen Madeline work, and didn't want to know where her friend's hand was going. Colin's face changed, and he shook his head, taking it from Madeline and inhaling deeply, "Alright. That works for now." he handed the joint back to Tristan as he wrapped his arm around Madeline's shoulders, "See you later man." he nodded, "Rory." and the two brunettes made their exit.
Tristan watched them go with his eyes half shut, "Damn. She's not shy."
Rory smiled, shaking her head, "She won't do anything. She'd just a tease. Not a slut." He took one last long drag before tossing the dead joint out the window. Rory looked over and beckoned him closer, "Shotgun." she said quietly, leaning up and parting her lips as Tristan leaned down, blowing the smoke from his lungs and into her mouth. She held it in for a moment before releasing it.
Tristan looked down at her, "And what are you?"
She smiled, tilting her head, "You'll just have to find out, won't you?"
He laughed lightly, leaning against the wall, "I guess I will."
Rory grinned, leaning on the wall beside Tristan when Logan appeared, followed closely by the other three he'd been with earlier, "Man, I'm getting bored of this party. Let's get out."
Tristan nodded, pushing himself from the wall, "Aight. Hey, we're missing Madeline and Colin."
Paris stepped away, well, more of staggered, "I'll go get them. I saw them back there....somewhere......over here...haha, that was a rhyme." she said as she walked off, talking more to herself than the others.
The three boys laughed as she walked away. Louise just shook her head, and Rory pushed off the wall, standing next to Logan, "You should see her when she gets really trashed."
"See, I think I'm really gonna like you four." he said, wrapping his arm casually around her waist.
She laughed, "Good to know." Paris returned shortly with the other two, and the eight of them made their exit, waving goodbyes as they did.
It was almost forty five minutes later that they found themselves in Logan and Tristan's dorm. It had taken them that long to stagger across the parking lot of the B South building and get to the Morris building. Rory and Finn were prone to erupt into unexplained fits of giggles; Louise, Logan, and Paris had been falling over; Madeline was under the impression that she was a game show host; and Colin kept coming out with weird nursery rhymes, screaming at the top of his lungs until several of them were singing along with him. One they got in, Finn turned on music. The Doors, appropriately, along with Bob Marley as back up if they needed it. They sat around and had that intelligent conversation that you can only have when you're stoned, and eventually, Logan and Tristan each pulled out their bowls, and Tristan brought a bottle of Jack Daniels from under his bed. Louise and Madeline each pulled out a bag of pot, tossing them to the blondes, who looked up, confused. They had so explain very slowly that they'd bought them at the party, but it was undetermined if anyone understood what they were talking about.
They'd left the party almost two hours ago, and now here they were, sprawled over the floor and both beds, passing around two bowls and a bottle of Jack Daniels. "So, what's the story with you guys?" Logan asked, his eyes glazed over.
"Hmm?" Rory looked up from her hands, which seemed so interesting at the moment.
Logan looked over at her, "You know, guys, drinking, drugs. What do you do?"
Madeline shrugged, "Guys: self explanatory."
"Ever fucked a guy for a joint?" Tristan asked.
Louise snorted, "Hell no."
"What about drugs?" Colin asked, The Doors playing in the background.
Paris shrugged, "Weed, of course. Pills. Ice a couple times."
"That shit's fucked up." Logan said, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. "What about you, Rory?"
She rolled her head in a circle as if to relieve it, "Same."
Madeline closed her eyes, laying her head on Finn's lap, "I'm so fucked right now, I don't even care." and within a few minutes, she was asleep. Not too much later, Finn was out cold as well, and slowly, they all fell asleep until Rory was the only one with her eyes open. She blinked. Damn black light. They'd all thought it was hilarious an hour ago when Finn had turned it on. Damn strobe light. It was a good thing she didn't get seizures, cause she'd be on the ground convulsing. She blinked rapidly, realizing that she'd been staring at the red lava lamp in the corner for ten minutes.
Glancing around the room one last time, she saw that Madeline was on the ground, using Finn's stomach for a pillow, and he had stolen one of Tristan's pillows. Colin was passed out, and had been leaning against the wall, but fell over sometime, so he was slumped to the side. Paris's head had been on his shoulder with his arm behind her, so she was now leaning over as well, her head on his chest in the most uncomfortable position Rory had ever seen her in. And Tristan and Louise were passed out on his bed, which was pushed against the wall. Louise was fast asleep with her head at the foot of the bed, and Tristan was unconscious with his head on her arm, one of his legs over the side of the bed, and Rory didn't doubt that he'd fall off by morning, but would probably just pass out again on the floor.
"Tonight was fun." she heard from behind her. She turned to see Logan laying down on his side,
the only one in a normal position, with his head resting on his hand as he looked up at her. Her shoulders were leaning against the wall that his bed was pushed up against, and his legs were between her back and the wall.
She smiled gently, laying down beside him on her back, looking up at the ceiling, "Yeah. It was."
He wrapped his arm around her waist to get in a more comfortable position, and he closed his eyes, "You guys are great. This is gonna be a fun senior year."
"Yeah it is." she sighed, nestling down into his mattress more, "You gotta love The Doors." she said quietly, the gentle tremor of his laughter was the only sign that Logan had heard her. And Rory laid back, closing her eyes as the sound of Jim Morrison's voice became her twisted lullaby.