Summary: The day after LWFTWT, Jess has an interesting morning.

PG-13 for language

Disclaimer: They ain't mine kids. Don't kill me.

Good Morning, Sunshine

"Jess?!"

"Mmmmph."

She sighed and leaned against the doorframe. "You're never getting up, are you?"

"That's the plan," he muttered, turning over on the bed.

She sighed. "Well, as hot as you are, lying naked on my bed, I assume we both have work."

He squinted at her. "I'm naked."

She nodded with a smirk.

Jess looked down. "Huh." He glanced up at her. "What... what exactly happened last night?" He got up and began searching for his clothes.

"I was barhopping; you were getting really drunk, and... my place was closer than yours." She smiled a little, picking up the pair of boxer shorts in front of her and waving them at him.

He snatched them and pulled them on with a sigh. "Jeez...Can't believe I did this..."

"I'm not that bad-looking, am I?" she asked, obviously amused at the state he was in.

"No!" he cried, looking up at her from his hunt for his shirt. "No, it's... I was really drunk...I mean... I don't even... remember your name, or..."

"Louise."

Jess nodded. "Louise. Right." He squinted. He'd heard the name somewhere. "Have we met before...?"

"No, but we have a mutual friend," Louise replied, picking up his jeans, and straightening them out a little.

"I have friends?"

"Cute and funny," Louise snickered, handing him his pants. "Rory Gilmore."

He stopped trying to get dressed, and stared at her. His expression was unreadable.

"I went to Chilton with her, and you dated her," Louise informed him. "The mutual friend."

"Not friend."

"Acquaintance?"

"Nope."

"Mortal enemy?"

"Just ex-girlfriend," he muttered, sliding into his pants.

She nodded. "Bad break-up?"

He didn't reply.

She smirked as she watched him pull his shirt over his head. "She's gotta be crazy to let you go... I mean, in school, she told us you were cute, but... she never said this cute."

He sighed, looking around awkwardly. "Have you seen my jacket?"

"Good in bed, too," she said thoughtful. She smirked a little. "Very good."

He brushed past her and into the small living room area of the apartment, still searching for his leather jacket.

She followed him slowly and watched. "I bet you're not such a bad guy, either... for a drunk guy, you were pretty gentlemanly."

He stared at her blankly.

She sighed and walked into the kitchen, emerging with his coat.

He reached for it. "Thanks."

"Not so fast..."

He sighed, and glared.

"You let me buy you dinner."

He raised an eyebrow.

"I did take advantage of you last night," she replied, a little guiltily. She wasn't looking at him, only played with the worn jacket in her hands.

Jess shook his head. "You wanna pay for the sex?"

"No!" Louise cried, looking up at him. "No, I just... you were drunk... we barely said hello..."

They stood in silence.

"Gimme the jacket, let me pay for dinner, and it's a deal."

She smiled, and handed it over. "You got it."