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Rory's Eighteen Birthday Wishes	By : MTLandLL Category: G through L > Gilmore Girls Views: 29317 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Wish 2
"I wish, for a big expensive meal." Rory said, her smile turning into a grin.
"That's more like it." Lorelai grinned, her worries momentarily forgotten, "So what will it be, Chinese? Indian? Lukes? All three? The most expensive things on the menu, of course. Oh, oh, oh, I could get Sookie to do an extra special meal for us."
"Actually I was thinking somewhere more... high-class." Rory said.
"Oh." Lorelai responded. It wasn't that she didn't want to spoil her daughter on this most special day, but consuming mass amounts of unhealthy food was a tradition in the Gilmore household. Perhaps that was why Rory probably wanted to do something different, but she had never expressed that much interest in more 'restauranty' type places… And there was always the terrifying possibility of bumping into Emily Gilmore in a place like that, but this was Rory's day. So, faking a smile Lorelai said, "Sure hun... did you have anywhere in mind?"
"Actually there was this one place, it’s out of town, but it's supposed to be really good." Rory said, sounding nervous for a reason Lorelai couldn't fathom.
At least it would mean it was less likely they would run into Emily, "Okay... so, dinner there, and then what?"
"You'll just have to wait and see." Rory said.
"Okay... it's first thing in the morning and you don't know what you want yet, that's fine, but you better spent most of your day in class thinking about some really awesome things we can do tonight. Otherwise we're going on a trip down birthday memory lane, complete with that donkey ride which made you throw up." Lorelai said jumping off the bed and letting her daughter get ready for school.
Rory waited until her mother was out of the room before softly declaring, "Don't worry, it'll be a night to remember..."
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"Wow... you look beautiful." Lorelai marvelled at her daughter dressed in one of the most elegant dresses she'd ever seen, low-cut and sparkling. Her mother had a lot of flaws, but her taste wasn't one of them. It still surprised Lorelai that Emily had been persuaded to buy it for Rory for the last Chilton Dance - or perhaps not, Emily Gilmore could be a bit too competitive and it wasn’t unlike her to be boasting to all and sundry how Rory had been the belle of the ball.
"Me... you look amazing." Rory said softly, her eyes lingering over her mother's dress which was a lot cheaper than her own but hugged her Mom's curve so, so wonderfully, and... and she wasn't going to be distracted by it, at least not now.
"So, are you finally going to tell me where we're going?" Lorelai asked.
"No." Rory smiled.
"Okay, so what, you're going to drive us?" Lorelai questioned.
"No." Rory answered, before opening the front door and indicating to the first surprise of the night.
"Rory!" Lorelai exclaimed, taken off guard by the limousine outside their home.
"Grandpa's paying for it." Rory quickly explained, "I called, explained I wanted this night to be special and it would be a one time thing, so he agreed, as long as Grandma never, ever finds out I got a birthday present early."
Lorelai opened her mouth to complain, after all with her parents there was no such thing as a free favour, but she closed it again when she realised whatever price she would have to pay later would be worth it. After all the day was more than half over and Rory had only cashed in two of her wishes so far. Speaking of which...
"Okay, but are you sure you don't want me to order you something before you go? I know I said no books, but if you really can't think of anything else..." Lorelai began.
"I can think of plenty." Rory assured her mother as they got into the limo, "Don't worry, everything's in place."
"Ooooooh, mysterious." Lorelai teased, getting comfortable after the driver shut the door behind them.
"Toast to it?" Rory offered, holding out a wine glass.
Lorelai raised her eyebrow, "So what, one of your wishes is to grow three years older?"
"Grandpa said I could have one glass for the ride, and one glass at dinner. Actually, he kind of insisted. Something about giving me a taste of the finer life so I don't..." Rory stopped herself before completing the sentence, quickly tried to think on her feet, something she wasn't always that great at, and came up with "Erm... become a non-wine drinker."
"Uh..." Lorelai grunted, not really as put off by her father giving her a non-deliberately spiteful backhanded comment as she was concerned for her daughter drinking underage. Lorelai had been breaking into her father's drinks cabinet at the ripe old age of fourteen, and while the last thing she wanted was for Rory to end up like herself she doubted a couple of drinks would send her sensible daughter spiralling into alcoholism.
"Just this once." Lorelai said.
Grinned Rory, her smile enigmatic. She sipped at the wine and swilled it round her mouth, before swallowing and putting on an expression looking like a slightly mad professor, "Mmnn, acceptable don’t you think?."
Lorelai swallowed her own wine, she could tell a cheap two dollar bottle from a something which her Dad would keep in his cellars to be uncorked for a special occasion. This was definitely the latter. She put down the glass and rolled her eyes upwards as if she was thinking, "It has a certain je ne sais quoi. That intangible quality that separates the mere palatable from the positively divine."
"A certain fruitiness," responded Rory.
"Like strawberries. Or bananas," said Lorelai, quickly trying to think up some fruits, "Or apples. Or oranges."
"MMnnn, fruit flavoured wine. It’s like those juice packs we see in the store, look at and then ignore in favour of coke," said Rory.
"Hey, I like coke," protested Lorelai, smiling, "Though I think you’ll find this has a higher alcohol content. Good choice, by the way."
Rory tried to look both smug and angelic at the same time, coming off as merely beautiful, "Grandpa said to pick something from his cellar."
"Lucky it wasn’t a spider," joked Lorelai.
"Oh, I got one of those as well," Rory shot back as quick as her Mom in quipping. She raised the wine glass again, "Cheers."
"And you were being so sophisticated," laughed Lorelai clinking her class against Rory's, "To my darling daughter, happy birthday and may all your wishes come true."
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Thinking about it the line was pretty snazzy so Lorelai repeated it with the second toast, this time in the middle of a dimly lit restaurant with soft jazz playing in the background. However while the surroundings were very different, Rory's response remained the same, "I hope so."
Frowning Lorelai asked, "So... what's up with you?"
"What do you mean?" Rory asked, trying not to panic.
"Nothing, I just... I don't know, you seem a little off lately, and you just seem a little worried about something." Lorelai said, gently taking Rory's hand in hers, "You know you can tell me anything, right? Anything at all, so if something's bothering you..."
"Your dinner Mademoiselle." the waiter, who although shared Michelle's accent didn't share his unique take on customer service placed Rory's food down on her plate before turning to Lorelai. His eyes briefly falling to their linked hands before he quickly apologised, "I am sorry, your order requires a little longer, but should be along shortly. Yourself and your partner have our most humble regrets."
As he left Lorelai frowned again, "Partner... does, does he think we're a couple?"
"I... I don't know..." Rory said, a little distracted by the physical contact.
"Huh... I kind of like it." Lorelai beamed, "Unless he knows we're mother and daughter, in which case ewww, right? But I mean, if he just thought I was just your Sugar Mommy instead of your actual Mommy, then that's kind of cool. I mean, me as a cougar, picking up girls and boys half my age, fun right?"
Lorelai expected her daughter to yell out 'Mom' and 'gross', but instead she softly echoed, "Ewww?"
This took Lorelai by surprise.
"Well, yeah. I mean, it's not like I want you or anything." Lorelai almost panicked at how unconvincing she sounded. Quickly regrouping she said more firmly, "And it's not like you want me either, right?"
"Right." Rory quickly responded.
There was a long silence.
"Your dinner Madam." The waiter said as he briefly returned with Lorelai's food, however for the first time ever food was laid before the Gilmore girls and it went ignored for several moments.
Then Lorelai picked up her cutlery and began. Rory felt relieved as she followed her Mom in starting their meal, that silence had been a little long and uncomfortable, though not quiet as uncomfortable as the words before it.
"Have you thought of your third wish?" Lorelai asked to stop them descending into another period of silence.
"I have," replied Rory.
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