This wasn't really his scene, the whole club thing. Too many insufferable people buzzing on red bull and cocaine yet not enough hard liquor. His so called friends had dragged him out of the local bar for a night of carnage or something else stupid. He couldn't remember what Miroku had said to him when they were driving up here. Something about drunk girls or something. But he was pissed now because he wasn't getting any service at the bar. All he wanted was a couple of shots of patrone to take back to the table. And he had no intention of sharing them with his lame ass friends. It wasn't happening though. "Hey asshole, that's my drink." Some skank in a sequined dress scolded him after he chugged her martini and walked off. He barely acknowledged her tiff. He just pushed past a mass of hot sweaty clubbers and got cursed out all the way to the front door. "No reentries." The bouncer informed him severely. As if he gave to shits. He just leaned against the brick wall and smoked his cigarette. This night was a bust. And it sucked because he was the only miserable one. He wasn't even drunk. "Can I bum that?" this voice came out of nowhere, and he looked up with his furrowed eyebrows at this girl. She had this small sideways smirk planted on her lips. He choked on his on spit. "Sure." He passed the fug over to her. She poised it between her dainty fingers and to took a smooth drag. "Thanks dude, I really needed that." She lauded him with her seductive bedroom eyes. They were framed with thick lashes and the clearest green he'd ever seen. "It's nothing." He said coolly as she passed it back to him. He was sort of taken by her. Maybe it was her utter lack of clothing which consisted of a black dress that could easily double as a headband. Or it was her breathtaking face, it was something. But there was also something familiar about her too. "Do I know you from university or something?" he asked quizzically staring at her. She laughed. "No I don't think so." They continued to pass the cigarette. "Did you go to Roosevelt high school?" he asked further amusing her. She shook her head. "You look so familiar though." He truly was puzzled. "I guess I just have that kind of face. I'm Kagome, if that helps at all." She grinned finding his inquisition utterly adorable. "I'm Inuyasha. "He offered back shaking her out stretched hand. She laughed. "You want to have a drink with me, Inuyasha?" she asked flicking the cigarette butt out on to the street. He perked up but then remembered his nonchalance about being denied reentry into the club. "I don't think Hulk Hogan's going to let me back in." he postured slightly embittered. His one chance at happiness gone. Kagome smiled. "You're with me." She assured him taking his hand and dragging him back into the chaos. They managed to get right through the velvet rope without the bouncer even flinching. He even greeted them. "Have fun Miss Kagome." He said warmly. It made Inuyasha wonder who this girl could possibly be. She smiled back at him as she pulled him through the crowd towards the VIP section. He grinned smugly as he made his way past Miroku and Koga. They barely had time to register what was happening until they saw him at the secluded area in the back of the club. Back there was serious business. There were people delivering drinks to the rowdy crowd. And Inuyasha was content because he finally got his shots. . His night had taken a turn for the better thanks to his own personal angel sent from god himself. "Are you having fun yet?" she spoke into his ear over the booming club mixes. "Fuck yeah." He said back to her, unable to remain a gentleman. He leaned in to kiss her and she allowed him to. His sweaty palms grazed her back, and cupped the her chin. And the rest was a blur.