Mix and Mingle

Chapter 1- Kikyo/InuYasha

Kagome pulled at the hum of her dress, the clingy red fabric covering very little. She gripped her clutch in one hand the bottle of beer in the other while stumbling in her heel over to her friends. They sat at a circle table in the center of the room. Just as she reached them, the table burst out laughing.

"Kags!" They cried, the nickname being drowned out by the clinking of glass and the conversations of the people surrounding them. She squeezed in between Sango and her sister, her dress riding up a bit more than she was comfortable with. "Look at you two! Traded the scrubs for a slutty dress!"

Kikyo snorted at Sango, knowing her black dress made her waist look thiner than it really was while accenting the flare of her hips. Her glass of wine was placed on the round table surrounded by an assortment of fruity drinks ordered by Ayame and the three glasses of water by Rin, that night's designated driver.

"We are deciding which guy should fall pray to Kikyo's feminist rampage and anger at her crack-head ex-boyfriend," Ayame sipped at her Blue Hawaiian and then pointed to the far side of the room. An elderly gentleman had ordered a drink and sipped at it with his wife. "I was thinking she should try her luck at married men."

"I think the cute guy in the booth might do," Rin muttered, her straw making a sipping noise as she finished her forth water and nursed another one. The brown haired man was lounging with three woman, his charming smile causing all girls to blush and push their breasts so far out the four were afraid they might pop out. "He seems nice."

"I don't want nice, I want hot and sexy. Nice only gets me jerks who can't keep it in their pants," Kikyo scoffed, her strapless dress sliding down her chest at her jerky movements. "What about bachelor number 1 at the bar?"

The groups collective gaze slid over to the bar were bartenders flipped margarita mix and blended alcoholic concoctions. Seated at the bar chatting to a bartender, sat one handsome looking man. His white hair was pulled back and the dress shirt he wore was wrinkled and the first few buttons were undone showing a glimpse the tanned expanse of his chest. Ayame purred and Kikyo licked her lips.

"Going in for the kill," With a sniffle and a yank to her strapless bra, Kikyo shimmied over to the bar, her legs shining from the fresh shave she gave them. She knew her smile was bright and her recently reapplied lipgloss would make her lips shine. With carful steps she beat a floundering woman to the bar. She leaned over, her chest clearly visible and her smile wide. "Could I have a vodka on the rocks?"

"Can you handle that?" The man asked and Kikyo smirked internally. Men were always so stupid when it came to woman consuming liquor.

"I think the question is, can you hold yours. You look like shit," She didn't mean for it to slip out but she had always been a rather open person and when she got a good look at him, she was surprised at the bag under his eyes and the bloody nose he had. With a shake of her head she tried to apologize. "I'm really sorry!"

"Might as well say it, I mean, if not you, no one will," He laughed and she caught sight of a healing broken lip as it split open due to his smile. She reached behind the bar for a handful of napkins and dabbed at his lip. When his wide eyes met her's, she stepped back and almost tripped on the woman's heel behind her. She cursed herself and could feel the mortified blush creep up on her cheeks. She hadn't blushed since he day Hojo had given her her first kiss in tenth grade.

"Ah, I have to...go." With a little squeal she threw the bloodied napkins at him and raced to the only place he couldn't follow. She kicked off her heels and looked at her face in the mirror. The blush was creeping down her neck. At this rate she would look like one huge sunburn.

"What the hell happened, it started out so go-" Her sister's mouth gapped as she took in the pink tint to her sisters cheeks. "Are you blushing?"

"Don't patronize me, Kagome!" She hissed, her anger at the current situation being placed onto the girl behind her. She ran a hand through her perfectly styled hair. With a small roar, she placed her forehead onto Kagome's collar bone and moaned pathetically. "He smells like sunshine."

"Ok, who are you and what have you done with my confident and beautiful sister?" Kagome joked, her hands resting on her sisters shoulders. They slowly inched out of the bathroom, Kagome playing look out at the bar for any sight of their mystery man. When she gave the all clear both woman scurried around the outer ring of people to make it back to the table.

Kikyo gave a high pitched squeal and pointed over her siblings shoulder to the man currently lounging with their laughing friends, her recently ordered drink held in his fingers. With a determined scowl, she rolled up the hem of her dress until it mimicked her sisters and squared her shoulders, striding through the crowd that parted like butter at the sight of the woman.

"Hey beautiful, thought I might return your drink," He lifted the vodka and just as she was about to take it, he held it up to his lips and drained it. The table was quiet, all lying in wait to see what the Ice Bitch would do and if she would need help.

Instead of sputtering and running away like he expected, she stepped closer and caught his neck. He was shocked to say the least when she yanked him down. He was expecting a kiss but when her tongue darted out to get a dot of vodka at the corner of his mouth, his heart felt as if it might beat out his chest.

"Be prepared to buy me a new one next time, Sport," She hissed in his ear and they shared a seductive smile. He passed her, his fingers running across her bare thigh while she grabbed her clutch and gave a short slap to his butt. He jumped and she held still, her jaw cracking smile firmly held in place. He simply snorted and stuck his hands in his pockets, throwing a wink her direction which she saw when she peeked over her shoulder.

Again, the table descended into silence until Kikyo giggled and pumped her fist in the air.

"I'm back bitches!"

*The first in a series of shots about ten strangers who all mix and mingle, albeit with the help of some strong drinks, in a bar one night. Send in couples or friends you would like to see written in this story and if it falls in with my ideas, I might just write them. Based on the side-splitting show Mixology.

Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha, Mixology, or any other named product in is story.