"What about him?"
"No."
"Him?"
"Taken."
"Her?"
"You don't even want to know." Minako sighed into her drink, fidgeting with the tiny umbrella in it.
"Well what about that guy? The one in the corner, he looks cute. Kinda reminds me of-"
"He's going home with the girl in the pink dress we passed five minutes ago."
Frustrated, Makoto gave up trying to help and shot her own drink a glare, blowing bubbles with the straw. "How'm I supposed to help you if you're like this all night?"
"I can't help it, I know it all before it even happens sometimes. Goddess of love stuff. You think knowing everyone around you isn't going to end up with you is any fun?"
Makoto put an arm around her in comfort. "There's always next time. Isn't tonight just girls night anyways?"
"No," Minako shook her head glumly, "You're here because you're going home with the guy in corner."