To this day, Lorelai doesn't really know how or why Peter showed up in Stars Hollow. She'd met him at the secret bar (Babette had told him about the secret bar, which figures because he's gorgeous and Babette is Babette and really, the secret bar is only a secret from Taylor--their mayor). Anyway, she'd run into him at the secret bar. He'd been drinking whiskey, she'd been drinking martinis and he was bitter, maybe a little angry and delusioned. He'd needed a place to stay which hadn't been a problem because Lorelai owns a bed and breakfast. She'd taken him back to the Dragonfly Inn, got him a room and left him there for the night.
The next morning she'd met him for breakfast. Even without the alcohol, they'd just clicked. They'd made each other laugh (which is Lorelai's favorite thing). Peter hadn't been in any hurry to leave Stars Hollow and Lorelai hadn't needed the room for anyone else. Days had turned into weeks and Peter had, more nights than not, ended up in Lorelai's room, instead of his room at the Dragonfly. He'd even met Rory on one of her weekends home. Unsurprisingly, they'd gotten along really well. Paul Anka (the dog) even likes him.
It had been a busy weekend at the Dragonfly; Lorelai is pretty sure she hasn't seen Peter while either one of them were fully awake in at least 72 hours, which is why when she finally leave the Dragonfly after getting everything squared away from the weekend rush, she's really looking forward to spending a night in with Peter. She shoots him a text to let him know she's on her way home then gets in her jeep, stops by Al's Pancake World for Chinese and kicks off her heels as she steps inside the house, hands full of bags of food. "Honey, I'm home," she yells out, putting the food on the table then leans over to ruffle Paul Anka's ears, baby talk him a little and kiss the top of his head. When she straightens, the dog goes over to her heels. It's his routine. He'll pick them up very carefully in his mouth, take them up to the bedroom and line them up in the closet. He's the most helpful dog ever.
"Peter?" she calls, padding through the kitchen barefoot. If he's not here, she's really going to be disappointed.
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The next morning she'd met him for breakfast. Even without the alcohol, they'd just clicked. They'd made each other laugh (which is Lorelai's favorite thing). Peter hadn't been in any hurry to leave Stars Hollow and Lorelai hadn't needed the room for anyone else. Days had turned into weeks and Peter had, more nights than not, ended up in Lorelai's room, instead of his room at the Dragonfly. He'd even met Rory on one of her weekends home. Unsurprisingly, they'd gotten along really well. Paul Anka (the dog) even likes him.
It had been a busy weekend at the Dragonfly; Lorelai is pretty sure she hasn't seen Peter while either one of them were fully awake in at least 72 hours, which is why when she finally leave the Dragonfly after getting everything squared away from the weekend rush, she's really looking forward to spending a night in with Peter. She shoots him a text to let him know she's on her way home then gets in her jeep, stops by Al's Pancake World for Chinese and kicks off her heels as she steps inside the house, hands full of bags of food. "Honey, I'm home," she yells out, putting the food on the table then leans over to ruffle Paul Anka's ears, baby talk him a little and kiss the top of his head. When she straightens, the dog goes over to her heels. It's his routine. He'll pick them up very carefully in his mouth, take them up to the bedroom and line them up in the closet. He's the most helpful dog ever.
"Peter?" she calls, padding through the kitchen barefoot. If he's not here, she's really going to be disappointed.