
"I'm not
that desperate for your company, unfortunately."
When Broen moved on the couch from lounging to sitting with his arms stretched out over the back, Lorelai sat on the couch instead, giving him a look when he legitimately counted out the fucking money. Two bills: a twenty and a five.
"Broen, if I wanted a traumatic backstory I'd have sucked you off and been done with it."
Rory was going to ask if this roommate was even there when she heard something in the other room. Hm. Okay. He was there and hidden in his room, she supposed. "Which Madden you got?" She asked instead of commenting on the fact that there was really only so much Broen any one person could take.
Speaking of weed, Rory was letting him take the lead on that. She watched carefully while he took a hit to get some kind of idea on how to not make a fool of herself for trying this for the first time with Broen of all people. Lorelai figured Broen was not the type of person you wanted to try something for the first time with.
When he passed it off to her, Rory didn't hesitate before taking a hit. Well, fuck her. There was an art to this shit because the next moment she was sputtering and coughing, a billow of smoke wafting into her face. "Fuck!"