Author's Note- My friend and fellow author, RandomJaz is writing a similar plot to this one. Our stories will be different, but will have the same general idea. Wouldn't want people to think that we ripped each other off. If you enjoy this one, check out Problem Prizes. Thank you and enjoy.

Dear my love.

Why have you not written back to me yet? I've sent you so many letters! It might not even be your fault. Surely the postman must be a woman. That would explain it. Unless you wanted to keep them for safekeeping? Oh, that must be it! I'm sure that you at least gotten all the presents I've sent you. I know exactly what kind of flowers that you just adore. Look, I know that we had a huge fight before I left, but we can make up for it. I've missed you. My body misses you too, but you are always in my thoughts.

Your lovely, Michelle.

P.S. I took some pictures of the city where our latest show was. I wish you could have been here. Sigh. But that's life as a traveling performer. I'll even send you a cute little souvenir.

Allen sighed as he read over the current letter that Michelle sent to him. Another to add to the pile deep in his closet. He didn't want to open any of the letters that she sent, but his curiosity kept bugging him to. A small part of his heart still loved her, very very deep in his mind. It wasn't enough to fight the truth, barely even scratching the surface.

When they had met two years ago, he had thought that she was cute. Rio had built her home right next to his, so he would often see her leave to go to the restaurant. Feeling flirty, he had decided to ask her if she needed him to walk her there. She had replied with a high-pitched chuckle and grabbed onto his arm. That soon became their routine. He would wait outside of his house, since she took so much longer to get ready. They didn't have to much to talk about, but that didn't even bother him then. All he cared about then was getting closer to her. Before Allen knew it, he had fallen for the pink magician. It didn't take him long to find a ring that she would like. She had said yes to him, becoming his girlfriend.

Michelle had been a good girlfriend at first. She had been sweet and charming, offering to spend time with him when neither of them worked. They had attended festivals together, holding hands in front of the others whenever they could. Michelle wanted to make sure that everyone knew that he was hers, and he didn't mind that. There was nothing wrong with a girl with confident. She was his princess.

But their happiness didn't last forever. Once Michelle's birthday came around, she had wanted a diamond. He wasn't a miner, so he wouldn't want to get dirty. So he had decided to ask Rio for her help. The farmer had agreed to get the diamond for him, but she wanted a free haircut in the process since getting a diamond wasn't easy at all. He didn't like doing things for free, but he had done it for his girlfriend. Michelle had gushed over the ore of course, praising him all the while. But he still owed Rio the free haircut.

While he was in the middle of dying Rio's hair, Michelle had made her way into the salon. She had ignored Rio as if the farmer wasn't there. Allen knew that she didn't like the farmer, but didn't think anything of it. But once Rio made her way out, Michelle had snapped at him like a bear.

"What the hell was that? Did you just give her a free haircut? You've NEVER given me one for free, and I'm your girlfriend!"

"I was just repaying a favor. It has nothing to do with you, Michelle."

"It has something to do with me if you owe another girl a favor! What exactly did you do? She must have gotten you with her feminine charms. You know, under her nasty farm clothes. You clearly must have slept with her!"

"That's bullshit and you know it."

"You can't lie to me, Allen. Why the hell would you even need to repay a favor? Surely must have been a sexual one."

"I can't believe you would accuse me of cheating. You know what I had to do to get you that diamond? I had to ask Rio to get it for me."

"You couldn't even get the diamond yourself."

Michelle had slapped him, walking out of the salon, leaving a very pissed off Allen alone to his thoughts. He had gone to her house a couple days after that to apologize, but he had walked in on her whispering to herself about how she was using him for his money. He had confronted her, and she admitted right to his face that she didn't love him and she never did. It was at that moment that his heart broke for the first time, shattering to the floor as her words sank in.

He ignored her for the next week that she was there. She left two weeks after their final confrontation. Once she was gone, he finally felt peace. He even started to fall for Rio. But a year later she died, Klaus being unable to detect what she had. He had claimed that there was nothing that he could do, but Allen didn't believe him. That didn't stop him from feeling sympathy for the doctor.

But it was only a couple of weeks after Rio's death when Michelle started sending letters to him. The first letter had been an apology letter, longer than any she ever sent. Still depressed about Rio, he had burned Michelle's letter. It reminded him that he wasted time with Michelle. Time he could have used to be with Rio.

"Hey, Allen, are you coming?" Rod popped his head into his bedroom, the pet seller looking a bit frazzled. "Didn't Felicity invite us to her room in the inn. We don't want to be late."

"Sorry about that," Allen sighed, wanting to get his mind off of his annoying ex. "I'm coming. Don't lose your head. You would if it wasn't attached to your neck, I swear."

"Good," Rod sighed as well. "I'm not too comfortable with spin the bottle."

"You'll be fine. Hopefully you'll be too drunk to be nervous."

"You drink more than I do!"

"You're not wrong. Come on, let's go."

Felicity had invited over Tina, Iroha, Yuri, Neil, Soseki, and Sanjay. Amir had been too busy to show up. No one had seen Witch Princess since Rio died. Some say that she moved. Dunhill even assumed that the Witch Princess killed Rio herself and ran to avoid getting punished. But Allen didn't want to think. Luckily for him, Soseki had brought a bunch of drinks for everyone. Allen and Tina had the most drinks. Tina for wanting to have a good time and Allen just wanted to clear his head for a while. But soon all the others started drinking as well. No one wanted to be the only one sober after all. It'd be like they were missing out on all the fun.

"We can use my bottle," Sanjay said, placing his empty bottle in the middle of the circle. "I guess since it's my bottle, I'll go first? Unless someone else wants to volunteer? I don't mind."

"You should go since it is your bottle. But, we should make a rule," Felicity raised her finger. "How about both of the people who kiss have to take a drink afterwards. The more drunk we all get, the funnier it shall be."

"Sounds good!" Tina put her arm around Sanjay as he spot the narrow bottle. Everyone kept their eyes on the bottle, Neil and Soseki looking at the bottle as if it were the meaning of life. Or that they didn't get chosen. The bottle seemed to follow their commands, landing on Allen.

"Oh," Iroha giggled. "How unfortunate."

"It's fine," Sanjay looked calmed, even as he moved in close. He pecked the stylist on the cheeks, one on each side. Allen grabbed his face and pulled him close for a quick peck on the lips. When he pulled back, Sanjay took a breath.

"I deserve better than just a kiss on the cheek," Allen winked at the butler, making Rod and Tina erupt with laughter. Sanjay awkwardly nodded at him before taking another bottle.

"Yes, sir."

The game continued like this for a bit, everyone feeling a bit awkward every time they landed on someone of the same gender. Hell, Rod was even embarrassed kissing the quiet Yuri. Allen could even see how red the tailor's face was. It was a bit cute. Allen and Tina kept getting each other by some luck.

"Oh my," Tina winked at him, completely drunk at this point. "Keep this up and we might need to book the next room."

"Oh, I'll take good care of you."

"Idiots," Neil shook his head at them, fixing Allen with a sharp glare. "Don't you have anything better to do then flirt with every girl in here?"

"If I don't, who will?" Allen took another swig as he fixed Neil a cocky smirk. Now Neil was fun to mess with. The animal seller's buttons were so easy to push, and it was fun to see how far he could push his limit. He would get flustered before calling him a moron. Oh, what fun.

Allen looked down at the bottle as Neil spun it with all of his might, the bottle spinning making him a little more dizzy than already was. His ears were lightly ringing, giving a buzzing sensation in his eardrums. As the bottle started to slow down, he began to remember how him and a bunch of others had played spin the bottle before Rio's death. One of them being Michelle.

He suddenly felt sick as flashbacks started to swirl in his mind. Michelle laughing as she leaned over to give him their very first kiss. How awkward they both had felt, hearts beating so fast. So when the bottle landed on him, he saw Michelle glaring at him in disbelief. He grabbed her and pulled her into his lap, slamming their mouths together. He let out a sigh at the familiar warmth of their kiss, his tongue moving in to meet with hers. Even still, everything came rushing back. All of the anger and regret. But this wasn't Michelle. This was Neil he was kissing. He felt his eyes start to water at all she put him through, digging his nails into Neil's shoulder. He couldn't help crying as he rubbed Neil's tongue with his. He couldn't help it. It was just his heart betraying him. He pulled away abruptly as he felt Neil dig his teeth into his tongue.

"Oh," Rod nudged Iroha. "That was pretty steamy right?"

"Oh cute," she agreed, hugging the pet owner. "Maybe Allen should book the room with Neil instead of Tina!"

"Neil stealing my man. How rude of him to do such a thing," Tina whined as Yuri patted her on the back. Soseki and Sanjay had moved themselves to the corner, talking with each other quietly. Neil was rubbing his lips, glaring at Allen as if he wanted to kill him.

Allen had to keep himself from vomiting as he felt the room spin. His tongue still stung from Neil's teeth. He felt an ache spread through his head, the ringing in his ears making it even worse. He suddenly wanted to go home and sleep. Oh, was he going to be hungover tomorrow. Good thing that it was a Wednesday tomorrow.