a n d . t h e . l a d i e s . t h e y . r o l l e d . t h e i r . e y e s

and the ladies, they rolled their eyes
[by victoria p.]

Rating: G

Summary: Paris listens. Rory panics.

Notes: Thanks as always to Jen, Pete/Melissa, Dot, and Meg. written for Sandy (k), who requested "Paris. CD missing the insert but in the case. Panicked." Title from "Sweet Jane" by Lou Reed.

Date: March 15, 2004

Paris liked Lou Reed. She liked him because he was witty, because he was rich, because he was intelligent.

She liked his music because she could understand the words, and sing along without feeling like a teenybopper or a moron.

She never spent her own money on CDs, and the one benefit of having Lane living with them (aside from not having to go out for coffee in the mornings anymore) was her extensive CD collection, which included many permutations of Lou Reed, both with and without Velvet Underground.

She'd finished her midterms and was enjoying Lou's nasal New York voice singing "Rock and Roll" when Rory came back to the suite.

Rory put her books down and collapsed onto the couch. "Am I dead? I feel like I should be dead after that test. Please tell me I'm not dead."

"You're not dead," Paris replied, "though you look like you may have been at some point today."

Rory wrinkled her nose, but laughed anyway.

"I didn't know you liked Lou Reed."

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me."

Rory didn't answer. She leaned over and picked up the CD case from the coffee table.

"This is Lane's CD."

"Yes."

Rory jumped up, hands flapping in that way she had when she was upset, like some kind of crazy bird or something. Other people found it endearing, but it just annoyed Paris.

"This is Lane's CD, and it's missing the insert."

"So?"

"This is Lane's CD and it's missing the insert," Rory repeated, enunciating each word sharply, as if Paris were an idiot.

"I heard you the first time, Rory. So what?"

"Lou Reed autographed the insert for her at Tower Records in the Village." Rory rushed to the stereo, popped out the CD and slid it into the case.

"That's not going to make the insert reappear," Paris said, "and I was listening to it."

"You don't understand!" Rory was beginning to hyperventilate. "We have to find that insert, or Lane will kill you. Kill us. She may just kill everyone on this campus unless we can find that autograph."

"Pfft. I can take her."

"I don't think you understand," Rory said, her voice rising an octave. "Lane. Will. Kill. Us."

"Yeah, I heard you the first time."

Rory rushed about the room, digging through piles of magazines, the other CDs in the CD rack and made Paris think of the proverbial chicken with its head cut off. Except she couldn't actually recall ever having seen a chicken immediately post-decapitation, and while she had a strong stomach, it wasn't something she really wanted to see.

Rory looked up from her wild search of the couch cushions. "Aren't you going to help me?"

Paris rose and stretched luxuriously. "No, I think you've got the whole panicking thing covered. I'd just be in the way."

She picked up the CD, all snug in its case but still sans insert, and went into the bedroom. She'd just have to listen on her walkman until Rory left for her next class.

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