I'm in love because I know you/
And I'm sorry I don't show you.

So, this is what the writers meant when they called a moment a ‘heart stopping one’. Because this, yes this, definitely had to apply to this particular scenario. Well, it was more of a foot stopping moment because he had missed a few steps before trying to move in a semblance of the steps.

“I don’t think you’re suppose to miss two, or three,” Lola pointed out as soon as they had resumed the dance.

“You still count?” Dallie asked, because he assumed nonsense talk was a hell of a lot better than him reaching his breaking point in the middle of a crowded room.

“Yeah,” she was looking down at her feet. He hoped that had something to do with the counting and not the fact that she was tipsy. “It’s automatic counting in my head.”

So, the chances of her looking at her feet for the counting purpose were slim to none. Or it could be embarrassment, he still wasn’t use to the fact that Lola was capable of such feelings of humility and er, softer emotions.

“I think,” his voice trailed off, because he wasn’t quite exactly sure what to do in such a situation. “We should go…outside?”

Lola’s eyes finally met his. “Okay.”

Dallie looked around first, to make sure no one would intercede them on the way out, because now was definitely a time not to be interrupted. He opened the door and escorted her out to the nearest bench.

Lola giggled as he sat beside her. “You know what’d look really good on you right now, Dal?”

He didn’t even want to guess, and he was pretty certain that the chances were that he really didn’t want to know the answer to this so he just grunted.

“Plaid.”

“Plaid?” The question slipped out of his mouth before he had a chance to think.

She nodded, “Now I’m not sure if it’s just the Luke genes in you but you’ve always looked extraordinary sex—”

“You don’t actually intend on giving me fashion advice right now, do you?” Dallie finally snapped.

Lola blinked. “It wasn’t advice it was a compliment.”

And round and round they went. “Lola.”

She leaned over and kissed his forehead, “You have no patience at all, Cowboy.”

“I take after my mother,” Dallie replied dryly.

“Scary.”

“You take after your father,” Then he added, mostly just to get a reaction out of her. “Most of the time.”

Lola glared at him, went to lean back before remembering that there was no back to it, and settled for bad posture instead. “You’re evil.”

Dallie scoffed, standing up suddenly. “I’m evil. I didn’t just announce my on and off again love, which is both parts flattering and insulting at the same time…”

She sighed, “Dallie…”

“And,” he chuckled humorlessly, wondering why he didn’t realize this before. “You’re not drunk. A little buzzed, perhaps but no where near as much as you pretend to be.”

She tried again, “Dal…”

“Wow. You’re good, Lo; I’ll give you that. I’ve watched you lie and act your way through many things, but this performance was truly flawless.”

“Not if you noticed how sober I am.”

“Not talking about that.”

Lola stood up too, though not half as heatedly as Dallie had. “Well it’s the only thing—”

He shook his head, “Don’t even start it, Lorelai.”

She crossed her arms petulantly. “Fine.”

He sat back down, “You don’t have to be this way.”

“I don’t not have to be this way either,” Lola countered.

“Life isn’t doing something because one can, it’s more about doing what’s right.”

“Is this how you are after one minor conversation with Marilee?” Lola interrupted, “All self righteous like you have right to. I shudder to think how you acted when you dated her.”

“I’d love to be like you Lo, screw everyone else but yourself.”

“It’s rather easy to do, Dallie, considering I care about me. I don’t see what all the hype is around being a Good Samaritan…”

“I’m not saying…”

“You’re not saying anything,” she cut him off. “Why should I change for you? What makes you so damned special?”

Dallie had been wrong before. What happened before wasn’t a heart stopping moment, but this definitely was.

“Well when you’re not hating me, you love me remember?”

“Trying to catch me in a lie?”

“What’s to try about? It’s not the most difficult thing to do, sweetheart, in fact I may even go as far as to say that it’s one of the easiest things to do.” Of course, instantly regretting his words for they were exchanging harsh enough words with out him adding to it even more.

“What does it matter if I lie or not? You’re the only one that questions it.”

“Do you realize a conversation with you is like talking in circles?”

Lola smirked, “Of course I’m aware.”

He nodded, standing back up. “Of course you are.” He looked around. “It’s not worth it tonight Lo, I think I’m just going to go find my parents.”

There was a pause before she nodded. “Night Dallie.”

“Good bye,” Dallie told her quietly before disappearing back into the house.

Lola sank back onto the bench; well it was officially a fact. She truly did know how to fuck things up real well.