Private Finished Throw Me a Curve Ball

When Broen told Rory to bring her bathing suit to his new address, well Rory wasn't surprised. Hell, she even did it. Her shorts and tanktop hid a bikini and Lorelai was sure she'd regret it later, but Broen had surprised her last time and maybe he'd do it again.

His enthusiasm was nice, enough to make her laugh off that silly fucking nickname. Rory stepped inside and looked around.

"Not a speedo type of guy, huh?" she asked, already stepping out of her shorts and stripping her shirt off.

She took twenty-five dollars from her pocket before moving passed him and clipping it into the waistband of his trunks. "Beer, definitely beer. I think we're both more amenable with each other when we're fuzzy-headed and I have a request today."

Rory figured the sudden influx of cash is what had Broen so giddy. She definitely needed a drink before this, so Lorelai lifted the bottle to her lips and made a face after taking a gulp. She'd tried a beer once as a small kid when her aunt let her have a sip. It didn't taste any better this time.

She shook her head. "You still have my powers," she said motioning with her bottle to his eyes. Rory plopped onto the couch beside him. "You have a better handle on what I can do than I do."

Well, if that level of subtlety wasn't going to cut it Rory was going to stop being subtle. "I want you to teach me what they do." And then Rory thought about it, turned so that she was leaning back on the couch instead of near him.

"You had the Alexandrian's powers too." Rory was suddenly feeling a little twitchy. She took another drink. "How did those work?"

Rory's lip twitched a little when Broen closed in. Yup. She knew he was going to do that. Because it was Broen.

"The knowledge that you were a good Samaritan?" Rory asked, trying to keep a straight face while she got up to pull some money from her pocket. She sat back down near him and pushed two hundred to his chest. "One hundred for each topic. Go."