The sweet chocolate milkshake slid down the walls of the tall cool glass, dissapearing into the plastic tunnel of a straw was being swirld in the glass by two pale skinned fingers that were attched to a young girl in a sailor school uniform. With her eyes closed and her lips firmly attached to her straw, she seemed like the most content person in the whole place. She didn't pay attention to the opening doors, nor the gentelman in a top hat that came over to stand beside her. So engrossed was she in her delightfully chocolaty treat that she didn't listen to the conversation between the man and the blonde bartender who liked to call her Usagi.
It wasn't until she felt a soft nudge agains her arm that she opened her eyes, her face dropping dejectedly at having been called from her daydreams of roses and masked heroes sweeping her off her feet. Her lips unlocked themselves from her straw and she licked the remainder of chocolate from them as she looked up at the person who was trying to get her attention.
"Usagi! I asked what you're planning to go as this Halloween," the blonde bartender asked, leaning his elbows on the polished counter top. Usagie didn't respond right away. Her eyes were fixated on the man next to her, dressed from head to toe in a full tuxedo, a top hat on his head, just removing a white mask from his face. It seemed that her daydreaming had jumped over into reality and there she was, Tsukino Usagi, alter ego of Sailor Moon, staring at her very own --for so she liked to think of him as being-- Tuxedo Mask in the middle of Tokyo in Motoki's shop. How he had found her she could only guess, and why no one was reacting to him being there was beyond her. Her heart thumped in her chest at an unusual pace, a pace reserved only for the nightly encounters with this masked man. She knew he was staring at her, but she didn't notice the upraised eyebrow or the puzzled expression on his face.
"Odango, didn't you know it's rude not to answer when you're asked a question?" As the words were slipping from his mouth, Chiba Mamoru slid the mask from his face, giving the blonde a queer look.
With her cheeks burning brightly and her blue eyes blinking in surprise, she realized that her masked hero was not in the bar in the middle of Tokyo with her. Instead, she was with Motoki and Mamoru, suddenly engaged in a conversation about Halloween, starring at Mamoru's costume and being asked about her own.
"I, uhh.... I don't know yet," she responded quickly with a voice highly pitched before she quickly attached her lips to her straw once more and sucked some comfort from the glass. Her eyes peeked up through her eyelashes at Mamoru quickly. He had a smirk on his face and he tossed a rose at her, seemingly from thin air, before he said a few more things to Motoki about some party and how they would meet up, before taking his leave and exiting the shop. Usagi quickly shot a snide comment about him not being able to pull of Tuxedo Mask to which he responded to with a quick laugh as the door closed behind him. The young girl stared down in to her glass once more, the sound of her sucking up air drawing Motoki's attention over to giver her a new mix. The staw slid effortlessly from one glass to the other as the blonde closed her eyes once more, letting the chocolate dream begin once more. Mamoru wasn't Tuxedo Mask, not by a long shot. That baka didn't have Tuxedo Mask's charm or charisma or wonderful allure. Yet now when her mind glazed over and roses filled her head once more, there was a very distinct set of blue eyes staring at her from behind the white mask, an eyebrow arched and a smirk on the handsome lips.
At least she could pretend she now knew who he was.