Chapter 1:

Well, today is my 21st birthday, and me and my best-friend, Kagome, are going out drinking for the night. Okay well there are really a few drinks I want to try but… yeah, oh well. Right now, we're getting ready for tonight. I am wearing a pair of really tight jeans that hug me figure in all the right places in the darkest shade of blue they can be without being black. The shirt I'm wearing is a simple red spaghetti-strap with a black intricate design. To complete the outfit, I chose to wear black strappy heels.

As for Kagome, she wore a black dress that's cut at least five inches above her knees and red heels and a matching red belt to break up the pure blackness. Silver hoops adorned her ears, and, with a butterfly choker around her neck, her outfit was also complete. My only jewelry was a simple neck with a blue stone a small square of silver, and 2 silver bangles.

For makeup, Kagome went all out from cover-up to blush to intense eye shadow but, as for me, I decided to play it a lot more natural with just the basic cover-up, eye-liner, and mascara. With a touch to neutral lipgloss, I was ready to go. As Kagome applied her pale pink lipstick, I barely contained a smile of excitement. I was ready for the time of my life with my best girl friend tonight.

Half-hour Later:

Barely at the bar for fifteen minutes, Kagome has already gotten herself wasted and is being flirty and being hit on like crazy 'God, guys just fawn over her, don't they? Ah well, I've had enough of my fair share of perverts, thank you very much. Hey, now what does that guy think he's trying to do to her.' I thought as I noticed a guy trying to drag a beyond tipsy Kags off to God only knows where. 'Now that I think about it, she's never been that great at defending herself when she's drunk.' I thought as I rushed over to her, and pulled her away from the guy. He didn't seem too pleased with me pulling her away, but apparently he didn't want to try once I got involved.

"Hey Kags, you okay?" "Yeah, justa lil'bit tipseee!" she slurred together. 'I'm so glad I decided to not drink when I seen Kags rush over to the bar… But I didn't get to drink and it's my 21st birthday, I'm the one whose supposed to be getting trashed into oblivion; You'd think with all I did for her 21st birthday a few mmonths ago, she would have enough courtesy to show me the same…Damn you Kagome…'

I sighed mournfully, knowing that I had to send her home; hopefully she could make her way to the apartment well enough on her own. "Come on Kags, Let's get you home…" I say dragging her towards the door.

"No, no, no, no, NO! You have to have your 21fthst birtday drink *hic*."

"And YOU need to go home. You're completely trashed!" I say, exasperated, and how she managed to get completely and totally trashed in 15 minutes, I will never know.

" I am going to take the CAB, and YOU are going to stay here and get drunk like you are suppose-sed to!" She said drunkenly as she shoved me into a stool at the bar and handed me a few hundreds; it's nice to have a friend who will just shove money at you. I sigh, not really feeling like arguing with her over this so I let her go only giving her enough back for the fare of the cab.

"So, what'll it be doll?" the bartender asked me when I turned around.

"First, don't call me doll unless you want your balls ripped off and nailed to the wall, and second, I …want…a ..multiple…orgasm" I said exaggerating each and every word. His mind being equally in the gutter as mine was on that one he commented with, "Well don't we all, Hun." I sigh resigned at the nickname, figuring he was just that kind off guy and relaxed as he mixed the multitudes of drinks. When he followed the first shot up with what made me want to try this drink, or technically drinks, in the first place, I commented that I had wanted to see if it was a real drink since I seen the movie Cocktails with Tom Cruise. He nodded his head in acknowledgement as he went finished the last one and moved down to the next customer who just sat down.

As I downed the second to last one, some random guy walked up beside me and sat down. I noticed he was looking at me in a way that I had seen countless other times, and so the countdown began in my head. '3… 2… 1.' "So what's your name?"

"…Sango…" A nod, and he picked up the conversation from there until he reached the part that I knew was where his real interest lay. "So…what happened to your friend?" I looked at him with distain. And before I could reply someone else, whom I hadn't noticed since my attention was turned to this guy sitting beside me, took the words right out of my mouth, "What kind of person hits on another just to find out about their friend who's no longer there?"

The sleaze ball sitting next to came back with the instant reply of: "…the kind of person who can tell that their friend was ten times hotter than her!"

Okay, that comment completely shot my nerves, and he got a straight out punch to his perfect little face. Looking to the guy who attempted to defend me, I noticed his long silver hair, and strong masculine features. Snapping out of my small reverie, I said, "Thank you for attempting to defend me, but I could've handled it myself." With a slight bow of my head, I went back to my last shot.

"Is that supposed to be a proper thank you?" he asked.

"Probably the best you'll get out of me…" I said with a sigh. 'Yeah I can be a real bitch when I want to.'

"So does that mean you're used to those kind of comments…especially when you're around your friend?" I shrug. He lifts my chin with such a surprisingly delicate touch so that he has a clear view of my face, and I get caught in his shuttered amber eyes. "I don't see how they could possibly make such a large misconception. Your friend merely waltzes around confidently showing off as much skin as she wants, where as you go for modesty and an alluring tease of the barest hints of skin. I find that much more entrancing."

I pulled back out of his grip roughly, "Well… I supposed I should say thank you…" I trailed off, before casting a sideways glance at him. "But I'm afraid I just don't have that in me. Oh well." I say with a shrug and order a Jamison.

"What a shame that is to this Sesshomaru; and here I was hoping that you were some delicate flower with manners." The comment makes me smirk and I can tell that he was using extreme sarcasm. Apparently he noticed the smirk as I seen the one of equal value on his face grow larger. "Perhaps, on the off chance that you shall agree, you would like to let me see your true personality in a more private setting?" I turned slowly in the stool, a small smile tugging gently at my lips and a raised eyebrow in question.

"Five-thirty pm, Saturday." He said arrogantly as he turned and began walking away.

"Hey!" I shouted causing him to pause in his footsteps and turn slightly to me his eyebrow raised in question.

"You don't even know where I live." I say, the smile I wore earlier turning into a frown of confusion.

"This Sesshomaru has his ways, Precious Sango." And with that, he turned away, missing the blush I gained in response to his arrogant answer. But looking at the way hee walked away, it was quite easy to tell that he has arrogance, the kind of arrogance of knowing he had power and knew how to use it to his advantage

Skeptical as I was, I was still looking forward to the impromptu date tomorrow.

At 11:46 pm::

I stumbled into my apartment that was above a bakery. With a sigh, I walked into the bathroom not bothering to grab a towel since I lived by myself and no one would be visiting me this late anyway, and into the running water of the shower. A half-hour later, I walked out and threw on a t-shirt and a pair of panties, and with another sigh, I plopped onto the bed. Thinking about what happened at the bar, I smiled and laughed lightly. "This will be my first date since I left Miroku…" I whispered aloud with a slight air of sadness. "This one will be different." I said confidently, hoping against hope that I was right, as I finally drifted off into pleasant dreams for a change.