[ToD] 35 l Dare - Go Home
"What did you say?" Lorelai asked, picking her purse up from the counter top. Lane whisked by her holding a pitcher of what looked like iced-tea while Rory and Jess stood outside being Rory and Jess. Luke had really come to get used to Jess' presence around the apartment he wasn't really living in anymore. And with that, he got used to Rory and Jess being -- Rory and Jess, them being together. It was a thing he had come to like. Lorelai repeated her statement emphasizing 'say' this time before she raised a right eyebrow.
"I said, 'I'll be home early tonight. Caesar's closing up." Lorelai leaned back, her head slightly turned before nodding slowly.
"That's what I thought you said."
"That's what I did say," Luke corrected her, slightly amused. Their banter never got old. It got annoying and slightly inconvenient at times but never old.
"You said, 'you'll be home early tonight,'" Lorelai reiterated.
"Yeah," Luke responded, crossing his arms.
"You'll be home."
"Yes."
"Early." With that she nodded her head once, setting her bag down again.
"That's what I said, Lorelai. I don't have video cameras but I'm pretty sure that's what I said."
Kirk chimed in then as he raised his fork. "You did say that, Luke."
"Thank you, Kirk." Luke didn't glance at Kirk. Instead, he acknowledged the measly amount of help continuing to focus on the woman before him with her incredulous look.
"But, you said you'd be home."
"Uhuh." OK, maybe this was getting old. He had orders and customers.
"Next time I'll bring a tape recorder." Lorelai didn't find this funny. Or she did and she was doing a terrible impression of someone Luke had never heard of. "Lorelai, what is it?"
"Our home," she finally said, sitting on the stool.
"I said home."
"You said our home."
"I said home."
"You meant our home."
It was true that Luke and Lorelai hadn't called Lorelai's house their home in over a year. It had been Christopher's house, not Luke's and then once again, it had been Lorelai's but it hadn't been Luke's. Right now, Luke wasn't sure if it was his to refer to. He had obviously hit a nerve.
"I meant...yeah," Luke tried, without being able to come up with anything other than, 'yeah.'
"You meant, yeah?" she asked, picking her purse up again, possibly ready to go or ready to throw it at him.
"...Yeah?" he asked.
"You meant to say, 'yeah home?'"
"What?"
"Yeah?" Lorelai asked, leaning in.
"What?"
"What?" Luke repeated, leaning in further in.
"Home?"
"Plate?" Luke asked, attempting to do something but he wasn't quite sure what. "What's-"
"On second," Lorelai finally replied.
"I - what?" Luke asked, grabbing the rag from his shoulder.
"Is on second. Love you. Kiss," Lorelai said, turning her head. Luke kissed her cheek, his baseball cap still feeling a bit off - or was that him and this entire exchange. He would bet money on the ladder. "See you at home," she sing-songed with a smile before she retreated back out onto the street.
[Lorelai, caffeine_frenzy, used with permission. Rory, left_thatcap and Jess, notkafka, referenced with love and adoration.]
"I said, 'I'll be home early tonight. Caesar's closing up." Lorelai leaned back, her head slightly turned before nodding slowly.
"That's what I thought you said."
"That's what I did say," Luke corrected her, slightly amused. Their banter never got old. It got annoying and slightly inconvenient at times but never old.
"You said, 'you'll be home early tonight,'" Lorelai reiterated.
"Yeah," Luke responded, crossing his arms.
"You'll be home."
"Yes."
"Early." With that she nodded her head once, setting her bag down again.
"That's what I said, Lorelai. I don't have video cameras but I'm pretty sure that's what I said."
Kirk chimed in then as he raised his fork. "You did say that, Luke."
"Thank you, Kirk." Luke didn't glance at Kirk. Instead, he acknowledged the measly amount of help continuing to focus on the woman before him with her incredulous look.
"But, you said you'd be home."
"Uhuh." OK, maybe this was getting old. He had orders and customers.
"Next time I'll bring a tape recorder." Lorelai didn't find this funny. Or she did and she was doing a terrible impression of someone Luke had never heard of. "Lorelai, what is it?"
"Our home," she finally said, sitting on the stool.
"I said home."
"You said our home."
"I said home."
"You meant our home."
It was true that Luke and Lorelai hadn't called Lorelai's house their home in over a year. It had been Christopher's house, not Luke's and then once again, it had been Lorelai's but it hadn't been Luke's. Right now, Luke wasn't sure if it was his to refer to. He had obviously hit a nerve.
"I meant...yeah," Luke tried, without being able to come up with anything other than, 'yeah.'
"You meant, yeah?" she asked, picking her purse up again, possibly ready to go or ready to throw it at him.
"...Yeah?" he asked.
"You meant to say, 'yeah home?'"
"What?"
"Yeah?" Lorelai asked, leaning in.
"What?"
"What?" Luke repeated, leaning in further in.
"Home?"
"Plate?" Luke asked, attempting to do something but he wasn't quite sure what. "What's-"
"On second," Lorelai finally replied.
"I - what?" Luke asked, grabbing the rag from his shoulder.
"Is on second. Love you. Kiss," Lorelai said, turning her head. Luke kissed her cheek, his baseball cap still feeling a bit off - or was that him and this entire exchange. He would bet money on the ladder. "See you at home," she sing-songed with a smile before she retreated back out onto the street.
[Lorelai, caffeine_frenzy, used with permission. Rory, left_thatcap and Jess, notkafka, referenced with love and adoration.]