An/ I'd just like to say, I love you all. All of my faithful readers, you're all amazing. I know y'all like to hear that just as much as I do. The songs used in this chapter are 'Life's a Dance', by John Micheal Montgomery and 'Mi Vida Loca (My Crazy Life)', by Pam Tillis. And remember, reviews make me happy. When I'm happy, I have a tendency to update. Keep that in mind. Also, a special thanks to Dane Cook for the airport idea.

-Tex Mex

The Trouble with Eggs

Chapter 3: The Games We Play

A man in his late forties sat in a lobby chair, reading the news paper. He groaned in annoyance, and smacked his balding head; his team had lost again. As he turned the page, he noticed her. She was standing in front of him patiently, wearing a plain, white dress. She was a vision of beauty, with her hair lying flat against her back.

With a perfectly emotionless face, she murmured, "Don't get on the flight…" That having been said, she slowly walked away.

The man stared after her, until she rounded a corner, out of his sight. He dropped his paper to the ground, and got out of his seat. Walking over to the ticket woman behind a desk, he said, "I need a later flight. I-uh- I forgot one of my bags at my house. I-I can't get on this flight…"

Sango burst into fits of laughter, leaning heavily against the wall. Miroku was at her feet, verging on rolling around the floor. "Oh, my God! I love doing that!" Sango cried out between giggles. She pulled Miroku to his feet and gave him a small smile. "Now let's take this damn picture, so I can get some damn sleep."

With a shake of his head, Miroku pulled the disposalable camera out of his pocket, and held Kyo up beside his head. "Lean closer and smile." He instructed. The boy plastered on a cheesy smile as he aimed the camera towards both of their faces.

Seeing his fake grin, Sango murmured, "Don't get on the flight, Miroku." They broke out into giggles again. She removed the camera from his grasp, and snapped the picture of them laughing. Sango threw him a grin, and said, "Let's get going." Miroku nodded once, and handed Kyo over to her. Sango tossed the camera back to him, and he caught it with ease.

Her eyes suddenly widened as she saw the man from earlier round the corner, and a gasp tore from her throat. Miroku looked back, and saw the man; he pushed Sango up against the wall, covering her body with his own. Mirokus' forehead leaned against hers, his hot breath hitting her cheek. Sango turned her face away from the man, adreaniline pumping through her veins. Her fear of being caught at this little act overrode her usual shyness.

The man continued down the hall at a hurried pace, only glancing at the pair. When he rounded a corner, they both sighed in relief; Miroku made no move to release her. A blush soon overcame Sangos' cheeks, and the boy chuckled; he brought up a hand to cup her cheek.

Sango quickly pushed him away, and stood in the middle of the hall. "We should get going, before he comes back." She gave him an expectant look, and he sighed heavily. Miroku nodded, and started off towards the exit; Sango followed two steps behind him the whole way.

The ride back to her apartment complex was silent, with the exception of the radio; no one sang along, though. Sango shifted in her seat, clutching their egg in her hand. Miroku glanced at her for what seemed like the twentieth time, and she refused to meet his gaze. An obnoxious ring from his pants pocket nearly sent them both out of their skin.

Miroku turned down the radio, and pulled the cell phone out of his pocket. "Hello...? Oh, hey. What's up...? Yeah, I'm out doing that egg project right now, but I should be done soon... Sure, sounds like fun. What time do you want me to pick you up...? Ok, I'll see you then... Love you, too. See ya then..." He quickly snapped his phone shut, and put it back in his pocket.

"Was that your girlfriend?" Sango questioned softly, pulling at the hem of her dress. Uncomfortable would be a major understate at this point. Miroku shot her another glance, a smirk pulling at his mouth.

"Why? You getting jealous, or something?" He suggested, and continued before she could get defensive, "Nah, it was just my buddy, Kagome. She just wanted to know if I wanted to hang out later. We're gonna sneak into this bar, and have some fun... You, uh, wouldn't be interested in tagging along, would you...?" Miroku felt his own face start to flush, and nearly slapped himself for doing so; he did not blush.

Sango quickly shook her head. "I've got work tonight. I really don't have time to hang out... But if I wasn't working, I'd think about it." She gave him a small smile, and he returned the favor with a large grin. He then pulled the car alongside the curb, and Sango added, "I'll see you later, ok?"

"Bye, Sango." He said simply, and she shut the door behind her as she got out. Miroku pulled back into traffic, and sped away, leaving Sango standing on the sidewalk, by herself.

She quietly hummed to herself as she walked up to the front door of her apartment building. Upon entering the lobby, she waved to the man at the front desk, and walked over to the elevater. Sango waited patiently for the elevater to arrive, and stepped inside when it did; she pressed the 'five' button. When the elevater arrived at the fifth floor, she stepped out, and walked down the hall, stopping in front of a blue door; the tag read '5-F'.

Sango pulled out her house key from one of the dress's pockets, and slid it into the key hole. A simple twist, and the lock popped open; Sango removed her key, and pushed open the door. She closed the door behind her, and locked it, as well.

She ran a hand through her hair, and went straight down the hall, to the first door on the left; her bedroom. Sango looked at her black-sheeted bed with a smile, and went to close the window curtains. With that done, she kicked off her shoes, and collasped on the bed. She pulled the mussed covers over her form, and let her eyes slide closed in much-needed sleep.

"-Life's a dance, you learn as you go.

Sometimes you lead, sometimes you follow.

Don't worry 'bout what you don't know.

Life's a dance you learn as you go!"

Sango grumbled as her alarm clock sounded in the form of a radio. Eleven had come so quickly... She quickly turned off the cursed-alarm clock, and shoved the covers off. With a roll, she was on her feet in a wavering stance. Sango stumbled out of her room, and across the hall to the bathroom. About twenty minutes later, she crossed the hall once to her room, dripping wet from her shower.

She changed into a pair of tight jeans, and a sleeveless, white button-up shirt. After buttoning two of the top buttons, she tied the lower half of her shirt; a good section of her well-toned stomach showed. Sango then reached far back into her closet, and pulled out a pair of black cow-girl boots. After pulling on the boots, she grabbed her cow-girl from on top of her desk, and placed it on her head. With a quick check in the mirror, she nodded, and walked out to the elevater.

Sango took the elevater to an underground parking garage, and walked along the rows of cars, until she arrived in front of a 1998 Dodge Ram. She smiled, and patted her beloved truck. The girl quickly got in the car, and reversed out of the parking spot. Shifting into drive, she took off out of the parking lot.

It wasn't long before she arrived in front of a large bar; the neon sign read 'The Honky Tonk'. As she parked, she noticed a familiar black Lexis a few spaces away. "Oh, god, don't let it be him..." She murmured to herself as she got out of her truck. After locking it behind her, she walked up to the front door, giving a small nod to the bouncer as she did.

Sango quickly made her way around the dance floor and to the bar. She hopped her butt on the counter, and slid her legs around, landing on the oppisite side. Grabbing a free apron from her waist, she quickly tied it securely around her.

"Sango! There you are! We're packed tonight, so get on it." Her boss, and godfather, Hiten, called. Her father and Hiten had owned the bar together, until awhile ago; now Hiten called all the shots. Sango gave the older man a quick nod, and turned to her first customers.

Everything was going fine, for the first few minutes. She'd already made a good twenty bucks in tips. Then, she saw him making his way through the crowd. She pulled the brim of her hat down over her eyes, hoping he wouldn't recognize her.

"Sango?" He called. Damn... so much for that idea. She turned to him with a large smile and replied, "Don't say a thing, and I won't tell my boss you're under-aged. Now, what can I get for you?" Miroku gave her a stupified look, but his friend, she got the message.

"One beer, light." She requested, sliding the propper amount of cash over the counter, along with a generous tip. She gave Sango a smile, Sango returned the favor.

Sango grabbed a glass mug, and filled it up with the alcoholic beverage; she slid it across the counter to Kagome. The other girl made an attempt to pull Miroku away from the bar, but he was just staring at Sango. Sango rolled her eyes, and leaned against her elbows. "Look, I've got work to do, Miroku, so go back to having fun, ok? Make sure you have enough for both of us." Sango said, giving him a smile.

Miroku turned away from the counter without saying a word, and walked back to the table he was sharing with Kagome. Sango stared after him with a dreamy expression on her face. "Who was that? Someone you know?" Sango turned to look at her co-worker, Kagura, and shook her head.

"Just another guy trying to flirt with me." Sango replied cheerily, and turned to her customers. No way was she willing to confess anything to Kagura; the older girl would definately rat on Miroku and Kagome to Hiten.

About an hour later, Inuyasha strode up, a smirk on his face. "Man, I'm glad the bouncer likes you. If not, I'd never get in here." Inuyasha said, pulling up a bar stool in front of Sango. She snorted in laughter, and shook her head.

"You want a soda?" She questioned, already turning to get him one; he came in here all the time. Usually, it was after his dad kicked him out. "Same problem as always? I can play the bartender part, if you'd like. You can weep over your beverage as you pore out your heart and soul. Come on, it'll be great!" Sango urged, giving him a friendly slap on the shoulder.

He just shook his head with a smirk, and looked around; it was finally starting to slow down a little bit. This was just about the time everyone started throwing up, and drunkenly heading home. "No, thanks, Sango. And have you ever seen me cry? Ever?" Inuyasha demanded, giving her a skeptical look.

Sango shrugged her shoulders, as if she couldn't remember. In truth, she remember it vividly. Of course, she'd never tell anybody about it; it was one of those secrets that always stayed between friends. "Good point." She glanced around, and saw that they were, as always, over-staffed. Spotting Hiten, she called out, "Hiten, I'm gonna hit the dance floor, since it's slow. I won't be long." After seeing the man nod in reply, she once more slid her butt across the counter to land in front of Inuyasha.

"Come on, I really wanna dance." Sango said, pulling Inuyasha by the hand towards the dance floor.

"Sango! Come on, don't make me. Ya know that I hate Country." Inuyasha whined as Sango dragged him along behind her. She turned around to face him with a pout, sticking out her bottom lip in a quiver. He turned away from her face, and smacked a hand over his eyes. "Nope, I'm not even gonna look at the face."

"I'll dance with you, Sango." Sango turned around to see Miroku standing there with a smile. A grin overcomes her features as well, and she drops Inuyashas' hand to take Mirokus'. She leads the way to the dance floor, and Miroku throws a smirk over his shoulder at Inuyasha. Inuyasha merely stuck up his middle finger in response. Miroku replied, "When, and where, Inuyasha?"

Sango glanced back at him with a raised eyebrow. "Ya know, I don't think I'm even going to ask..." She said, and placed one hand on his shoulder; the other hand laced through his. Mirokus' other hand found its' way to her hip as a new song began playing.

If ya comin' with me, ya need nerves of steel.

'Cause I take corners on two wheels.

Well, it's a never-ending circus ride.

Faint of heart need not apply.

Mi vida loca

Over and over.

Destiny turns on a dime.

I know where the wind blows

You can't tame a wild rose.

Welcome to my crazy life.

Left-left, right. Together, Miroku and Sango spun around the dance floor in the simple two-stepping pattern. A laugh emerged from Sango as he spun her around under his arm, and brought her back to their original position. He grinned in return, thouroughly enjoying himself.

Sweet heart, before this night is threw.

I could fall in love with you.

Come dancin' on the edge with me.

Let my passion set you free.

Mi vida loca

Over and over.

Destiny turns on a dime.

I know where the wind blows

You can't tame a wild rose.

Welcome to my crazy life.

Miroku spun her away, and back in again, wrapping her up in her own arms against his chest. He smiled down at her, and spun her back out. When she twirled back in, they were restored to hand-holding position. It was Mirokus' turn to chuckle as he heard Sango softly singing along to the song.

Here in the fire light, I see your tattoo.

Mi vida loco

So you're crazy, too.

Mi vida loca

Over and over.

Denstiny turns on a dime.

I know where the wind blows

You can't tame a wild rose.

Welcome to my crazy life.

We'll go where the wind blows

And I'll be your wild rose!

Welcome to my crazy life!

As the song came to an end, Miroku dipped Sango down, his lips hovering dangerously over hers. He found himself leaning in and as she slid her eyes closed, Miroku realized what he was doing. Quickly, he righted her on her feet, and stepped away. "I'm impressed. Then again, I'm used to two-stepping with Kagome, who isn't named 'Grace' for a reason." Miroku said to fill the silence.

Sango chuckled, though the laughter didn't quite reach her eyes. "You're not so bad yourself. Well, I, uh, I better get back to work. Don't want my boss hounding after me." She turned to go, but Miroku caught her by the wrist.

"Wait, I almost forgot. We've gotta do the egg-thing tomorrow. Why don't we do it at your house? I could stop by around two, or something." Miroku suggested, releasing her wrist when she turned back to look at him.

She nodded her head. "Yeah, that'll be fine. I'll make you food, if you want." Sango offered, tilting her head to the side, "I don't work the double shift tonight, so I should be fine."

"Food would be great. I'll even bring you Starbucks to show my appreaciation. I'll see you tomorrow, then." Miroku answered, and waved good-bye as he walked back to Kagome, who was sitting at a table; she looked completely trashed. Sango watched as he led his friend out the front door.

"You looked like you were having fun..." Inuyasha commented as he walked up to her. Sango shot him an annoyed look, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Well, if hadn't complained when I was trying to get you to dance with me, he wouldn't have had to. Now, drop it, ok? Why don't you head back to my place and get some sleep? I'll be home later." Sango said, and pulled out her house key from her pocket. She dropped it into his hand, gave Inuyasha a small smile, and returned to the bar to work.