Everything was hazy. The entire room and its contents were spinning; the effect of alcohol and the light-headedness that came with it. The pounding in her head corresponded with the beat of the music that reverberatedthroughout the building, and although her throat burned with every sip of the drink she held, she continued to force it down. While it seemed painful to continue drinking, the small, short surge of happiness she gained from each drop was well worth it, she decided.
Mashiro Rima was never one to drink her troubles away; more often than not she was the one who would scorn others for doing such a thing, yet here she was, doing exactly the thing that she resented so much. If that dumb, playing idiot - that was Tsukiyomi Ikuto—had kept his hands to himself and not made her feel like he'd taken her heart, broken it into several pieces and grinded the remains into the ground with his foot, she wouldn't even be here right now. Loneliness was a terrible feeling.
Who even cared about that loser, anyway—she was here to have fun, and that's exactly what she would do—
Well, until she stumbled and ended up in the arms of someone she probably wouldn't have expected to see, or would want to see. "Rima-chan?"
Rima was the last person Fujisaki Nagihiko had expected to see, and he wondered what had happened to bring her to such a place. The only reason he managed to come up with was that something had happened with Ikuto. Whether that was the case or not, he didn't know. What he did know was that Rima felt some sort of hatred towards him, and he was surprised that she hadn't shoved him away just yet- although a part of him felt rather pleased about that. Instead of recognising Nagihiko instantly and beginning to reel off a string of insults at him like she would have done, had she not been almost completely out of it, Rima mumbled something about her outfit and makeup looking a total mess and wanting to dance, before she blinked several times to try and distinguish the familiar face stood in front of her. "…Fujisaki."
The person she was supposed to hate with a burning passion, yet she didn't particularly feel any negative feelings towards him as she clung onto his arm and pulled him with her towards the dancefloor; maybe it was the drink, but that didn't matter. That was all she wanted right now. Someone to dance with, someone to hold onto, and Nagihiko was that someone at this moment in time. Perhaps he would be the one to help fill the void in her heart – but who knew? The future is a mystery, after all.