Chapter one – One drink too many.
"Come on Yunie" Rikku begged.
Yuna just replied with a forceful shake of her head. "Please Yunie." Rikku grabbed her best friends hands. "You haven't been out since you met Seymour," Yuna pulled her hands away.
"Which is exactly why I don't want to go out. It's less than a year since he's died."
"Yeah. A year. You need to get over him Yuna. You can't let a memory rule your life forever."
Yuna rolled her eyes, she had known Rikku since they were children, but there were times when she felt like Rikku was just another random stranger that didn't know her at all.
"I know you better than you think I Yuna, so trust me. Go out with me tonight. I guarantee you'll feel better."
"And if I don't?"
"Then you can mope around for as long as you like. I won't try and make you do anything. Ever!" Rikku laughed.
"Ever?" Yuna confirmed. Rikku nodded. She put a hand to her chin, considering the possibility. "You have to promise!"
"I pinkie swear" Rikku nodded, a silly grin plastered on her face.
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Rikku raised her eyes at her best friend.
"Yuna?" Rikku's voice was slow, as though she was making sure every word she was about to stay would stick in Yuna's mind. "What are you wearing?"
Yuna looked down at her clothes.
She was wearing a deep brown skirt that ended just bellow her knees, an equally as brown top; that was not fitted at Yuna's shape at all and sagged in all wrong places; a light blue knitted jumper and a worn pair of orange trainers.
"What's wrong with it?" Yuna asked.
"The question is, what's right with it?" Rikku retorted.
"Well I'm not wearing anything like you are," Rikku placed a hand to her heart in mock hurt.
"My clothes?"
Rikku was wearing a long pair of black arm warmers, with her fingers and thumbs just poking through; a dark blue mini skirt decorated with metal hoops; a light blue bikini style top; with a pair of white high heeled stiletto's; her hair was loosely flowing around by her shoulder and she had a pair of hoop earrings.
"I could have worn less," Rikku insisted but soon began to laugh.
"Yeah. The next step would have been you going naked," Yuna whispered.
"That was my first option" Rikku joked.
It was nearly an hour later by the time Rikku had redressed Yuna.
She was, much to Yuna's relief, wearing more than Rikku.
She donned a simple silk, black dress, a pair of black high-heeled shoes and a silver necklace.
"Taxi!" Rikku yelled, flailing her arms, so to get the attention of a driver. Not long after a taxi pulled up in front of the girls. "Luca centre" she called to the driver as the bundled in.
"Going for a night out ladies?" the driver asked. Rikku laughed.
"What gave us away?" Yuna rolled her eyes.
"You need to lighten up," Rikku hissed. "You keep rolling your eyes like that they're going to fall out." Rikku then laughed, her voice, back to it normal pitch.
The smoke of the nightclub almost stopped Yuna's breathing as she stepped inside the bustling cube. It was not long before she felt Rikku's hand tightly closing around hers.
"Shall we get a drink or go dancing?" Rikku asked, smiling reassuringly at her friend. Yuna shrugged. The only thing she wanted to do was curl up in her bed and go to sleep.
"I'm tired-"
"Then lets go to the bar," Rikku interrupted. "We can sit down and then dance."
Yuna opened her mouth to protest but the words were lost in the music as Rikku forcefully pulled her towards the bar.
The two girls soon became well aware of the eyes that followed them as they sat at the bar.
Yuna liked to think they were just looking at Rikku but it was hard with the more and more eyes that fell on her.
As Yuna downed more and more drinks the more men that came up to her, but the more men that came up to her the more drinks she downed.
Rikku had once again grown weary of her friend and gone to seek lighter amusement on the dance floor. It was then yet another blonde haired, young, handsome man approached Yuna.
Maybe it was the high consumption of alcohol that lead Yuna to answer the way she did or maybe it was the fact she was tired, and wanted to be left alone, or maybe even deep down, she wanted to move on; but either way, Yuna answered the way she did, and once the words had left her mouth, she had wished they hadn't.
"Heya" a young blonde man said as he sat next to Yuna, in the seat that had previously been occupied by Rikku, as well as many other men who had tried their chances with Yuna.
Yuna slowly looked up at him, her eyelid heavy with the weight of twenty shots of vodka.
"Me and my friend where talking… and they well…" the man paused, trying to carefully choose his words. "They bet if I asked you to marry me you'd say no… So…" the man shook his head then started to stand up. "Don't worry, just say no so I can walk back with £20 less in my pocket."
"Ask me," Yuna replied, her voice strong despite the heavy consumption of alcohol.
The blonde looked back at Yuna and blinked, surprised by her respond.
"Excuse me?"
"Ask me" Yuna repeated. "Ask me to marry you." The blonde continued to stare at Yuna, though no words followed. "Go on!" Yuna encouraged, as she raised her hands.
"Will you… marry me?" he asked slowly.
"Sure!" Yuna said before falling backwards off her stall.
