Disclaimer: I don't own FT

The thing about wizard parties was that, well, they didn't really end until people ran out of money, booze, or money to buy booze. Any event where the major guilds got together usually lasted for days at a time.

For this reason, it came as no surprise to the people of Crocus that after the post games banquet the jubilant mages spilled out of the castle, changed their clothes, and made their way to a local nightclub.

It had been wild (four) indeed.

"Ugh." Kagura Mikazuchi weakly tried to block her eyes from the incoming sunlight. She should not have let Millianna talk her into those last few shots. Her head was simply throbbing.

"Milia," the mage groaned when she heard a rustling beside her. "Please tell me that I didn't throw up on anything."

"That would have been unfortunate," a vaguely familiar voice said from next to her. A male voice.

Kagura's body froze at the sound, eyes darting around frantically. Immediately, she reached for her sword which, of course, was nowhere to be found.

Suddenly it occurred to her that the blankets she rested upon were not her own. She gasped.

It was coming back to her now in fits and starts. She had never returned to her guild's hotel the previous evening, instead deciding to follow Yukino Aguria to hers and convince her to join Mermaid Heel.

The only problem was that she climbed in through the wrong window. Mentally bracing herself she chanced a glance to the left and saw none other than Sabertooh's shadow dragon slayer.

"Oh my..." She sat up quickly, sending a jolt of pain to her head. "Did we...?" She was outright disgusted by the notion of having lost control of herself. But, at the very least, he was an extremely attractive man. They even shared a few dances at the after party, if her memory was to be trusted.

"We did not." He stood up and moved to the other side of the side of the room. "Coffee?" Rogue offered, assuming that her hangover had to be at least as vicious as his.

"Please." She eased back down onto the covers. "Dark with three sugars."

When he returned from the luxury suite's kitchen they sipped their beverages in relative silence. When Kagura couldn't stand it any longer she sighed. "Do I even want to know what happened last night?"

"Do you?" He seemed to be pondering the question himself more than asking her.

She sighed, running a hand over her ashen face. "I apologize in advance for any reprehensible behavior."

Rogue scratched his head, looking down bashfully. "Around five in the morning you came in through the window calling for Yukino...while I was undressing."

The swordswoman flushed incredibly. She was never never NEVER getting drunk again. "G-go on."

"When you saw me you said that I was...even sexier than Yukino, among other things. And then you passed out. Although you may not want to take my word for it. I was about as gone as you were."

Kagura groaned, cringing. "No, that sounds about right." With that she rolled off the bed and went about searching for her discarded purse and heels. "Listen, I'm really sorry about this."

"Don't worry," he assured. "None of us are used to partying like Fairy Tail."

"You've got that right." Standing in front of the mirror, Kagura started to finger comb her slightly matted hair. She frowned lightly. Here she was, in a hotel room with one of the better looking mages in Fiore, and she looked a mess. "I'll be out of your hair in a second."

The swordswoman made a disgusted face at the bright pineapple dream stain on her cream colored dress.

"Take your time." If Rogue knew his guild mates, not one of them would be fit to travel until much later in the day. Even Frosch was completely zonked out on top of the dresser. "You can put that in the washing machine if you need to."

She raised an incredulous eyebrow. "A washing machine in the suite?" Was this the grandeur reserved for the country's strongest guild?

He nodded. "There's a dryer, too, and extra toiletries in the bathroom."

At this she smiled genuinely. A shower sounded like the greatest thing in the world at this point. "Thank you."

Before she left for the bathroom, the dragon slayer gave her a long sleeved button down shirt to change into. He hoped it would manage to cover her up to a decent extent.

When Kagura emerged from the shower, messy ponytail still dripping slightly, the first thing she took notice of was the movie on lacrima vision. Without a second thought, she sat next to him on the couch. "Literally everyone I know despises this film."

"The plot is awful," Rogue admitted. "It completely fails as a thriller."

"I watch it for comedy." Kagura tucked one of her legs around the other and leaned against the arm of the couch. "Non-wizards trying to do 'magic' with special effects."

Rogue smirked at this. When he tried to explain this to Sting it went completely over his blond head. "It's all wrong historically, too."

"And don't get me started on the politics."

In the next few hours the two found themselves discussing everything from jobs to food preferences, no topic too taboo. They even had lunch delivered from a popular hibachi grill downtown.

Reading the label on the takeout cartons, Kagura shook her head. "Isn't this the place that cooks your food on the table in front of you?"

"It is." He replied between bites of lobster tail.

The long haired woman sighed, savoring the taste of her filet mignon with mushrooms. "Then doesn't getting it delivered just ruin the experience?"

Rogue scratched his head. "No one to go with, I suppose."

Kagura sighed, leaning against him. "Rogue Cheney, where have you been all my life?" she laughed. Her best friend was more interested in catnip than fine dining.

"Hiding in the shadows, I suppose."

"Yeah well," she nudged him, "next time you should at least take a girl on a proper date before she has to wake up next to you."

"I might take you up on that." Unsure at first, but then more confidently he draped an arm around her shoulders.

"Might?" she echoed, gazing up into his eyes daringly.

"Unless you're still more interested in Yukino," he teased.

"I think I'll leave her to that friend of yours." From what she remembered, the blond dragon slayer hadn't left her since they met at the banquet.

Then, as if on cue, a loud knocking sounded at the other side of the door. "Oi! Rogue!" Sting called. "You're not up yet?"

The shadow dragon slayer knew that between Kagura's presence, her attire, and the comfortable atmosphere between them many awkward questions would arise.

"Let's ignore him," she whispered. "He might go away."

The knocking resumed. "Come on, we have to get outta here before that crazy bitch from Mermaid Heel tries to steal Yukino!"

Rogue palled immediately. This would not end well.

A murderous aura enveloped Kagura, all traces of her previous tranquility irrevocably lost. Fast as Orga's black lightning, she got up and flung the door open.

"Her life belongs to this 'crazy bitch' after all." She crossed her arms. "But don't worry, I'll just end yours instead!"

"OH SHIT!"

"P-please don't kill Sting-sama!" Yukino plead from down the hall.

"Shelter him and you'll get it too!"

"Ahh! Kagura-sama, put down the vase!"

CRASH

"Get out of here while you can, Yukino!" Sting warned.

The celestial wizard refused. "It's my foolish wager that got us into this mess so..."

Orga's door shot open, then. "Hey, starcrossed lovers! Can we do this a bit more quietly? Some of us are trying to sleep last night off."

Rogue only sighed, shaking his head. The rest of the world was starting to look more and more like Fairy Tail each day.

Author's Notes: I posted this on tumblr a few months ago. I can feel a Rogura binge coming on lol. Thanks for reading, everyone. Reviews are greatly appreciated.