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Rory nervously pokes her head into the clinic. She looks in either direction, and then sneaks around the doorway.

She's desperately hoping that none of her friends run into her there. Because this would be...hard to explain.

Actually, she thought, it would be very easy to explain. I just really don't want to.

She looks around for someone who can help her, and prays that she gets someone who doesn't know her.

[ooc: Sorry about posting this so late - mun is an insomniac who JUST remembered that Rory told Lorelai she'd do this.]

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Alanna perks up at actually having someone come in. "Can I help you?"

Rory is immediately thankful that she got a girl she didn't know, and not one she did - or, God forbid, Dr. House himself.

"Hi...um, I was wondering...do you guys prescribe...birth control pills?" she asks, dropping her voice to a whisper, blushing and not making eye contact.

Alanna bites her lip and looks around. "I'm pretty sure we do. Hold on a second while I poke around?"

"Of course. Thank you," Rory says, her shoulders relaxing slightly in relief.

Alanna fiddled with the cord around her neck while she tried to find the pills and her clipboard. "It's so much easier back home," she muttered to herself. "Aha, clipboard!"

Rory fidgets, though she's visibly more comfortable. This was going a lot easier than she thought it would, and she was of of glad her mom had talked her into it.

Alanna goes over to Rory and hands her the clipboard. "Okay, just fill in this and I'll go back on the great find the right section hunt."

"Great. Wonderful. Thank you," Rory stutters and, managing a smile, accepts the clipboard. She rapidly fills in her information, and gets it all right, down to making sure it says "Lorelai" and not "Rory," in spite of her anxiety.

Alanna trades with Rory the clipboard for the pills that she has finally found. "Come back in a month, bug whom ever is here. They'll have you down. Anything else? I'm Alanna by the way."

"Nope, that's it," Rory says, smiling. "And I'm Rory," she says, shaking Alanna's hand.

She turns to go, and then seems to think better of it.

"Um, this is probably more than you really want to know, but, um...I'm not like, a slut or anything. My...um...my mom's making me go on the pill because, well, she had me when she was a little younger than me, and she's kinda paranoid. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but I mean, I just don't want you to think that I'm..."

She says this all very fast, looking Alanna dead-on, and, unable to finish her little speech, chooses to just trail off and clear her throat instead.

Alanna raises her right eyebrow and smiles lightly. Carefully she pulls the cord around her neck part way up to reveal a small charm. "This? Is my equivilant of your birth control pills. I got it when I was twelve. Who am I to jugdge? And no, I didn't need it for a few more years after, so don't think that I'm a 'slut' either."

Rory relaxes and smiles. "Sorry. I'm just...well, a little defensive about these, I guess," she says, holding up the pills.

"I mean, I'm so used to everyone expecting me to be perfect that I guess when I do anything that shows I'm not the virginal, pure, waiting-for-my-Prince-Charming girl everyone thinks I am, I get kind of...edgy."

Alanna tries not to burst out laughing and tucks the cord beneath her shirt once again. "Well, I don't think my method of dealing with that will help you much."

Rory raises her brows. "And what method would that be?"

"Well, I disguised myself as a boy and went to the capital city to train as a knight. For some reason, no expects those things from a guy. Except I think everyone is under the impression that 'Squire Alan' is very gay. And method two involves beating the hell out of people."

Rory nods appreciatively. "Not my style, but I gotta admit I like it," she says, grinning. "Where are you from, originally?"

Alanna laughed. "Tortal. Not quite in this world. We have magic, but not much on the technology. Are you from well, here?"

"I'm from...Connecticut. Which is in this world," Rory says, smiling. "I'm so insanely jealous of all you people who have magic and powers and stuff. I've got...pretty much nothing."

"Well, don't be too jealous. Magic takes a lot out of us, and it comes with a price. Also, our women have none of the libirites you take for granted. If I had stayed a 'proper lady', I would have already been married, and not for love."

((Oddly enough, this conversation finally gave me the...I don't know waht to solve my homework. o.0))

Rory makes a face. "Yeah, I can understand that - my grandparents are both very traditional people who are always trying to fix me up with guys who they think are more...proper for me. But they're never really my 'type.' So if they have their way, I'll be married by the time I graduate college, to some...investment banker or something."

Alanna laughed. "My friends are always trying to fix me up with girls. Oh the joys of having to lie to everyone! That sounds like the future my father had planned for me. Except, a merchant would have been too low class. Too make things even better, I'm a pretty high ranking nobel."

"I actually would've guessed that," Rory says. "Something about the way you carry yourself. And to compound my situation, my mother already ran away from this whole life my grandparents wanted for her, so I think they might see me as some sort of 'replacement Lorelai.'" She sighs. "And then, to top it all off, my taste in guys? Completely opposite from what they'd choose." She rolls her eyes.

Alanna scoweled. "I guess some of Maude's lessons got ground into my brain a bit too well. I like your mother, from what you just said. Thankfully, I never had to argue about guys with my father. He died when I was fourteen. My adopted father could care less. What kind of guys do you go for?"

Rory laughs. "The bad boys. The alpha males. The guys who have to assert how much more tough they are. Well...at least, that's the initial appeal, and that's what everyone else sees. But the guys I really end up falling for are the ones who deep down are more than that."

She drops her voice slightly. "Do you know Logan Echolls (http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=psycho_jackass)? Thin guy, lives in town, threw a really big party last weekend?"

Alanna frowned. "No, not really. But he was trying to find another roommate and I called him to see if the apartment was still available. Why?"

"He's...well...don't let this get around, but he's...um...the reason I'm getting these. And he fits my 'type' perfectly." Rory adds, rolling her eyes.

Comprehension flashes on Alanna's face. "Are you um, dating?"

"Kind of," Rory says. She's not sure what she and Logan are doing. "I mean...nothing's official, but I guess you could say we are."

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