Night Five-0 (PG-13/R) Josh/Lorelai WW/GG
Title: Night Five-0
Rating: PG-13/R
Characters: Josh/Lorelai
Prompt: Night-Five (West Wing Rare Pâirs Challenge)
Summary: Two Conneticut natives share banter and...limbo
"Lei?"
"Excuse me?"
"Would you like a lei?" The pretty brunette held up a necklace of flowers. "I think it'll match your tie." He looked down, if only to make sure he wasn't wearing something with a cartoon character on it. At his obvious confusion she continued speaking, "You know, for the party." His gaze moved to the invitation in his hand, its creases speaking too a less than pleasant ride up to Connecticut at the bottom of his backpack.
'Aloha! Have a Night Five-O with Margaret and Rick Walker for their fiftieth wedding anniversary.'
"Oh, they went with a theme," he answered rather stupidly while making a valiant effort to blink away the mental fatigue of a six hour car journey.
"You're a bright one. Lorelai Gilmore." She tossed her hair back and offered her hand.
"Josh Lyman. So, how did you become the designated lei hander-outer?"
"Well, I actually work here at the Inn. I planned the party. Then Margaret asked me to come as a guest, but I don't really know anyone except the servers, so…"
"You decided to stand here by the door attacking visitors with portable flower arrangements?" Josh interrupted.
"Exactly."
"Don't feel too bad. The story goes that Mrs. Walker became such good friends with the caterer at her wedding that he cried when they said their vows."
"At least it wasn´t the photographer. How do you know them?"
"I grew up next door. I stayed at their house a couple of times. Mrs. Walker makes the best oatmeal raisin cookies and I even remember watching Hawaii Five-O with Mr. Walker. He would complain that it was nothing like real cop work, but watched religiously."
"I'd worship Jack Lord."
"And verily they say 'Book 'em.'" She grinned and then laughed aloud when his stomach growled along.
"Come on, Josho, I'll show you where the food lives. Its great, Sookie, our cook, is amazing. Plus, in the corner, we're hiding a wet bar."
"So, do you still live in Connecticut? Hartford maybe?" Lorelai asked after dispensing with a bacon wrapped apple slice.
"Are you implying I look like I work in insurance?"
"Well, if the suit fits."
"No, I'm down in DC. I didn't think I could make it up, but Congress is in recess this week and the Senator's down in Texas so I figured I should avoid the 100 degree heat and stupid hats to chance it with my parents instead."
"Congress huh, what do you do?"
"I work for Senator Hoynes."
"He's running for President, right?" She grinned when her question elicited a smile, one with some spectacular dimples.
"Glad to see you've heard about it."
"Is it just me, or is the summer the year before the election a little soon to start?"
"Campaign early and often."
"I thought that was voting."
"Only in West Virginia and Chicago."
Lorelai looked Josh up and down, before continuing. "My daughter, Rory, would love to meet you. She devourers all the current events politics stuff. She asked for a subscription to The New York Times for her tenth birthday."
"Does she read it?"
"Front sections weekdays, cover to cover weekends."
"Impressive. She must have a smart mom." She would have disliked his less than subtle compliment, but the dimples seemed to plead that it was genuine.
"Joshua!" an older woman's voice greeted from behind her.
"That's my mom. I should go say hello and wish the Walkers happy anniversary."
"That would be polite. It was nice to meet you."
"Same here." Lorelai bent down to collect her drink and plate, expecting him to move, but he hadn't. "Hey, are you going to go back to your flowers, or will you be around later?"
"Well," she said with a smile, "I was thinking of hanging around. The woman who planned this thing claims there will be a limbo at some point tonight."
"You wouldn't want to miss that," he added and walked off and see saw him greet one of the dancing couples, they must be his parents, hair like that has to be genetic.
"Ah ha, back again."
"Well, it was all going well until the conversation took a turn for the 'Joshua, when are you going to give your mother a grandchild' turn and I swiftly retreated."
"Sound more like running."
"Giving up when you know you've lost is the better part of valor. She'll have the rest of the weekend to hound me about it." He sipped at his beer in obvious discomfort at the thought of further such conversations.
"Got any chance of it on the horizon?"
"No, no, not right now. Somehow between the budget fits and legislating there's not that much time to catch a meal with someone, provided they don't work on K street."
"This social interaction brought to you by the letters L, O, B, and Y."
"How about you?"
"Well, I've already filled the grandchild obligation, rather spectacularly I might add, so not now, no. I spend most my free time with Rory. I'm so glad when she finally turned thirteen, I get to watch R movies again."
"What's she like?"
"Rory?"
"Yeah."
"She's a great kid, sweet and really incredibly smart. I mean she reads all these books and just leaves me in the dust. She wants to be a journalist when she grows up, after graduating from Harvard, that is."
"She sounds special. Harvard's a great school, and not just for journalism. I loved it there."
"She'll be so jealous she missed the chance to pump you full of questions on your alma madder and the state of journalism today. She'd probably ask to interview you for the mock articles she's always writing."
"She writes her own?"
"As soon as the inn got a laser printer she made me run off copies of her self published Gilmore Gazette."
"You know, if Rory would like, I might be able to get a friend who writes for the Post to take a look at a few of her pieces. I'll tell him its his duty as an alumni to provide for future students."
"Wow, definitely." She glanced out at the party, pleased at its congenial atmosphere. "Rick's speech went over well."
"Yeah. You can see how much in love they still are, fifty years on. Did you see when he forgot tripped over his words, how she jumped in? She knew exactly what he was going to say. Its like being with my parents."
"They're sweet. When Margaret asked me to come to the party he gave her look like he'll never quite get over her quirks. I like that." Activity on the dance floor drew their attention out from themselves, and the emergence of a dowel wrapped in crepe paper caused Lorelai to exclaim, "Limbo. Oh, let's go."
"I don't know."
"You're just worried that you're going to lose, which you will for I am very limber."
"Lose?" Josh asked, standing, "I'm not worried about that so much as the impropriety of beating a woman."
"You will fall flat on your ass."
"Well have to see about that." Josh downed the rest of his beer, and set the glass down on the table with a solid clunk. "Let's go."
"I concede defeat."
"Rightly so, I wupped your butt." Lorelai led him out back into the cooler air of the late evening.
"Granted, you are shorter than I am."
"A six foot four sixty-five year old beat you." Lorelai countered before breaking down giggling.
"I tripped." Josh still hadn't given up on the limbo.
"You're tipsy."
"I only had two."
"You're a lightweight."
"So, I've been told. I prefer to think of it as an economy measure."
"Well," her hand was creating a distracting spot of warmth on his shoulder and her fingers tickled his neck, "It's a good thing I'm sober enough for the both of us." Her head bent towards his and the mouth he'd been following all evening captured him with a kiss.
"Are sure about that?" He knew he wasn't as his concentration centered on her décolletage before him.
"Defiantly, defiantly sober. I could even drive home right now if wanted."
"Do you want to?" he asked, the stress coming down one that integral third word and elicited a pause and a little frown.
"Its not that I don't appreciate the idea, I do, alot, but I don't take men home. Its not fair to Rory, I don't want her exposed to any of that, but I do appreciate the…"
"Is this an inn?" he interrupted.
"It's the Independence Inn. We're quaint, historic and loveable."
"And in my experience inns have rooms."
"We have twenty…" She stopped and smiled widely, "I like the way you think. Come on." Her hand snaked down his back to find his and pulled him along with her.
"Wait, where are we going?" Josh asked, while trying to sort his feet out
"No one is staying in Room 7 and is scheduled for cleaning tomorrow anyways."
"Lucky."
A hurried flight through an abandoned back set of stairs and they reached the aforementioned room. Lorelai flipped through the Hello Kitty key ring, but finally settled on one, swinging the door open wide with a triumphant, "Open Sesame."
Stepping inside she left Josh stranded in the doorway, looking a little confused.
"Come here." she said, without giving him the choice of action, her hand pulling him inside. "I´m going to teach you how to properly limbo."
Rating: PG-13/R
Characters: Josh/Lorelai
Prompt: Night-Five (West Wing Rare Pâirs Challenge)
Summary: Two Conneticut natives share banter and...limbo
"Lei?"
"Excuse me?"
"Would you like a lei?" The pretty brunette held up a necklace of flowers. "I think it'll match your tie." He looked down, if only to make sure he wasn't wearing something with a cartoon character on it. At his obvious confusion she continued speaking, "You know, for the party." His gaze moved to the invitation in his hand, its creases speaking too a less than pleasant ride up to Connecticut at the bottom of his backpack.
'Aloha! Have a Night Five-O with Margaret and Rick Walker for their fiftieth wedding anniversary.'
"Oh, they went with a theme," he answered rather stupidly while making a valiant effort to blink away the mental fatigue of a six hour car journey.
"You're a bright one. Lorelai Gilmore." She tossed her hair back and offered her hand.
"Josh Lyman. So, how did you become the designated lei hander-outer?"
"Well, I actually work here at the Inn. I planned the party. Then Margaret asked me to come as a guest, but I don't really know anyone except the servers, so…"
"You decided to stand here by the door attacking visitors with portable flower arrangements?" Josh interrupted.
"Exactly."
"Don't feel too bad. The story goes that Mrs. Walker became such good friends with the caterer at her wedding that he cried when they said their vows."
"At least it wasn´t the photographer. How do you know them?"
"I grew up next door. I stayed at their house a couple of times. Mrs. Walker makes the best oatmeal raisin cookies and I even remember watching Hawaii Five-O with Mr. Walker. He would complain that it was nothing like real cop work, but watched religiously."
"I'd worship Jack Lord."
"And verily they say 'Book 'em.'" She grinned and then laughed aloud when his stomach growled along.
"Come on, Josho, I'll show you where the food lives. Its great, Sookie, our cook, is amazing. Plus, in the corner, we're hiding a wet bar."
"So, do you still live in Connecticut? Hartford maybe?" Lorelai asked after dispensing with a bacon wrapped apple slice.
"Are you implying I look like I work in insurance?"
"Well, if the suit fits."
"No, I'm down in DC. I didn't think I could make it up, but Congress is in recess this week and the Senator's down in Texas so I figured I should avoid the 100 degree heat and stupid hats to chance it with my parents instead."
"Congress huh, what do you do?"
"I work for Senator Hoynes."
"He's running for President, right?" She grinned when her question elicited a smile, one with some spectacular dimples.
"Glad to see you've heard about it."
"Is it just me, or is the summer the year before the election a little soon to start?"
"Campaign early and often."
"I thought that was voting."
"Only in West Virginia and Chicago."
Lorelai looked Josh up and down, before continuing. "My daughter, Rory, would love to meet you. She devourers all the current events politics stuff. She asked for a subscription to The New York Times for her tenth birthday."
"Does she read it?"
"Front sections weekdays, cover to cover weekends."
"Impressive. She must have a smart mom." She would have disliked his less than subtle compliment, but the dimples seemed to plead that it was genuine.
"Joshua!" an older woman's voice greeted from behind her.
"That's my mom. I should go say hello and wish the Walkers happy anniversary."
"That would be polite. It was nice to meet you."
"Same here." Lorelai bent down to collect her drink and plate, expecting him to move, but he hadn't. "Hey, are you going to go back to your flowers, or will you be around later?"
"Well," she said with a smile, "I was thinking of hanging around. The woman who planned this thing claims there will be a limbo at some point tonight."
"You wouldn't want to miss that," he added and walked off and see saw him greet one of the dancing couples, they must be his parents, hair like that has to be genetic.
"Ah ha, back again."
"Well, it was all going well until the conversation took a turn for the 'Joshua, when are you going to give your mother a grandchild' turn and I swiftly retreated."
"Sound more like running."
"Giving up when you know you've lost is the better part of valor. She'll have the rest of the weekend to hound me about it." He sipped at his beer in obvious discomfort at the thought of further such conversations.
"Got any chance of it on the horizon?"
"No, no, not right now. Somehow between the budget fits and legislating there's not that much time to catch a meal with someone, provided they don't work on K street."
"This social interaction brought to you by the letters L, O, B, and Y."
"How about you?"
"Well, I've already filled the grandchild obligation, rather spectacularly I might add, so not now, no. I spend most my free time with Rory. I'm so glad when she finally turned thirteen, I get to watch R movies again."
"What's she like?"
"Rory?"
"Yeah."
"She's a great kid, sweet and really incredibly smart. I mean she reads all these books and just leaves me in the dust. She wants to be a journalist when she grows up, after graduating from Harvard, that is."
"She sounds special. Harvard's a great school, and not just for journalism. I loved it there."
"She'll be so jealous she missed the chance to pump you full of questions on your alma madder and the state of journalism today. She'd probably ask to interview you for the mock articles she's always writing."
"She writes her own?"
"As soon as the inn got a laser printer she made me run off copies of her self published Gilmore Gazette."
"You know, if Rory would like, I might be able to get a friend who writes for the Post to take a look at a few of her pieces. I'll tell him its his duty as an alumni to provide for future students."
"Wow, definitely." She glanced out at the party, pleased at its congenial atmosphere. "Rick's speech went over well."
"Yeah. You can see how much in love they still are, fifty years on. Did you see when he forgot tripped over his words, how she jumped in? She knew exactly what he was going to say. Its like being with my parents."
"They're sweet. When Margaret asked me to come to the party he gave her look like he'll never quite get over her quirks. I like that." Activity on the dance floor drew their attention out from themselves, and the emergence of a dowel wrapped in crepe paper caused Lorelai to exclaim, "Limbo. Oh, let's go."
"I don't know."
"You're just worried that you're going to lose, which you will for I am very limber."
"Lose?" Josh asked, standing, "I'm not worried about that so much as the impropriety of beating a woman."
"You will fall flat on your ass."
"Well have to see about that." Josh downed the rest of his beer, and set the glass down on the table with a solid clunk. "Let's go."
"I concede defeat."
"Rightly so, I wupped your butt." Lorelai led him out back into the cooler air of the late evening.
"Granted, you are shorter than I am."
"A six foot four sixty-five year old beat you." Lorelai countered before breaking down giggling.
"I tripped." Josh still hadn't given up on the limbo.
"You're tipsy."
"I only had two."
"You're a lightweight."
"So, I've been told. I prefer to think of it as an economy measure."
"Well," her hand was creating a distracting spot of warmth on his shoulder and her fingers tickled his neck, "It's a good thing I'm sober enough for the both of us." Her head bent towards his and the mouth he'd been following all evening captured him with a kiss.
"Are sure about that?" He knew he wasn't as his concentration centered on her décolletage before him.
"Defiantly, defiantly sober. I could even drive home right now if wanted."
"Do you want to?" he asked, the stress coming down one that integral third word and elicited a pause and a little frown.
"Its not that I don't appreciate the idea, I do, alot, but I don't take men home. Its not fair to Rory, I don't want her exposed to any of that, but I do appreciate the…"
"Is this an inn?" he interrupted.
"It's the Independence Inn. We're quaint, historic and loveable."
"And in my experience inns have rooms."
"We have twenty…" She stopped and smiled widely, "I like the way you think. Come on." Her hand snaked down his back to find his and pulled him along with her.
"Wait, where are we going?" Josh asked, while trying to sort his feet out
"No one is staying in Room 7 and is scheduled for cleaning tomorrow anyways."
"Lucky."
A hurried flight through an abandoned back set of stairs and they reached the aforementioned room. Lorelai flipped through the Hello Kitty key ring, but finally settled on one, swinging the door open wide with a triumphant, "Open Sesame."
Stepping inside she left Josh stranded in the doorway, looking a little confused.
"Come here." she said, without giving him the choice of action, her hand pulling him inside. "I´m going to teach you how to properly limbo."