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OKAY! Here we go! Finally after soooo long, I get the next few chapters ready and my computer takes a dump and I have to redo them all! So here the next installment!

Rin woke up with a peculiar sense of regret. She shook her head and tried to remember why she was feeling so.

Oh yeah. I could have gone heels to Jesus with a gorgeous famous person last night. But I had to back off! Stupid, stupid STUPID!

She looked at the clock. Almost noon. Damn. Where had the day gone? She picked up the phone and dialed Kagome's number. The phone rang several times and then went to voicemail. Rin hung up and tried her home phone number. That too went to voicemail. She sat and tried to think where her friend might have gone. It was Saturday so she wasn't at work. And she didn't normally go out on the weekends. However she did mention a diner date with a rather good looking rockstar last night. Rin put two and two together. Her face flamed.

She tried Sango's number. Same result.

Is EVERYONE but me getting down and dirty with a hot rockstar?

After eating a good portion of ice cream to calm her nerves, she tried to map out her day since her usual so called "pals" were busy being impregnated.

She suddenly had an idea. She did have a friend that she hadn't seen in a while. And she knew that he'd be home at this time of day. Mind made up, she exited her building and headed downtown.

Rin gazed up at the window of her friend's apartment. It had the usual pirate flag hung out of the shudders. She sighed. Ever since he'd been let go from his job running barges up the canal to Lake Erie, he'd been in kind of a funk. He wasn't fired actually, just…forcibly retired, as he liked to put it. Hence the funk. The drunk funk.

She walked up the stairs and found the apartment number. She knocked and the door swung open. She took an experimental sniff. Yep. Booze.

She poked her head in the door.

"Jack?"

Something moved from within the bowels of the apartment.

"Here love! Just come on in and have a little drink with your good friend!"

A rather sorry looking man appeared in the kitchen. His beard was unkempt, his clothes looked as though they hadn't been washed in a week. And Rin could smell his breath from across the room.

"Alright, where were you last night? You didn't get this hammered alone."

He smiled, "Tortuga."

Rin knew the popular bar her friend often visited. It wasn't a nice place. She felt like a grade school teacher talking to him, but she knew he was just trying to fill a void.

"And who else was there?"

"Hector, the sorry bastard. He cheated me out of me car. Again. I've had that car for thirteen years and he just up and takes it on one lucky hand."

Rin sighed. Jack's one prized possession. His car. A 1969 Ford Mach 1 Mustang Fastback. Jet black with all leather interior, a bitchin' sound system and a Boss 429 Windsor engine that would give Secretariat himself an erection. It had a vanity plate that Jack had aptly used to name his baby. The Pearl.

Jack almost sniffled. "The bastard was counting his cards. I knew he was! But would he admit it? abso-fuckin-lutley not! And here I am, carless!"

He ambled over to the fridge and opened it. he rummaged around inside for a bit and came up empty-handed.

"Why is the rum always gone?"

Rin rolled her eyes. "Because you drank it all! Didn't anyone ever tell you moderation is the key?"

"Yes."

"Who?"

"That fool from AA. And I don't care if the court ordered him, he was a crackpot! He tried to tell me about everything from booze to women. And none of it made any sense."

"Did you get anything from him?"

"Yeah. It's cheaper to buy a hooker than it is to pay what he charges for marriage counseling."

"That's all you learned?"

"Yeah, I read his price books while I was waiting."

Rin threw up her arms. "You're hopeless."

"I know but you still love me right?"

"Someday you're gonna meet miss right and you're be real sad when she decides you're too drunk to deal with."

"Are you insinuating anything love?"

She was about to reply when her phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and almost squealed with joy. Sesshomaru Takahashi.

She picked up, "Yes?"

"I was told to call this number for a good time."

"And where did you hear that?"

"This woman I was with last night. She was absolutely ravishing and I figured she wouldn't lie to me."

Rin smirked. They were flirting in a suggestive manner. Oh yes, she was getting some tonight.

"And you think you can just call anytime for a booty call?"

"Yes."

"Ok so maybe you can. But don't go giving this number to everybody you know. I've got enough clients as is."

"The you will have to drop them, because you will see no one but me in such a manner."

Jack decided to open his mouth.

"Who's that Rinny? You're boyfriend? Or are you really running a booty call service?"

Sesshomaru heard from the other end.

"Rin who is that? I thought you would be at home."

"He's a friend I haven't seen in a while. I came to visit. And he's already drunk so don't listen to anything he says."

Jack was spinning in circles.

"Yoho, yoho, a pirate's life for me!"

"What is the ingrate doing?"

"It's a long story. You want to meet up tonight?"

Even from the other end Rin could feel the arousal that was present in the growl she heard from his end.

"Of course I would like to see you. And don't bother to wear anything nice. It won't be on for long." And with that he hung up.

The liquid arousal pooling between her legs was becoming too much to bear. The pure, raw sexiness in his voice, even over the phone, was enough to make her hornier that she could have ever thought.

Oh baby am I gonna feel good tonight!

She heard a thump and turned around. Jack had passed out on the floor. She rolled her eyes. Figures.

After returning Jack to his bed to sleep off his evening, Rin returned home. She rode the elevator to her floor and immediately pinched her nose when the doors opened. The smell of paint had percolated the entire hallway so strongly she made a note to tell Sesshomaru not to meet her at her door tonight. Being a demon with a very sensitive nose, he would probably drop the moment he got off the elevator.

She soon discovered the source of the smell. Her three neighbors. Ricky, Julian, and their slightly slower friend, Bubbles. They were all three nice guys, but a few pliers short of a tool chest. And they had a cussing problem. A big one.

The next thing Rin noticed was cats. Lots of cats running up and down the hallway. Bubbles must have left his door open again. Bubbles lived in the large janitor's closet on her floor. He didn't use all the utilities and he told the manager he didn't need much space so when he was offered the closet, he jumped on it. Voices were coming from inside the door.

"Careful Ricky! One slipup and we all look like those bald bastards that beat the drums!"

Rin poked her head inside. An incredible balancing act between the three of them had Ricky painting the ceiling of Bubble's closet with a can of blue paint held between his teeth. Bubbles and their friend Julian had him on their shoulders.

Julian didn't look happy.

"Fuck Bubbles, you couldn't have invested in a ladder?"

"Julian you know I spend all my money on cat food! I only make 18 bucks a month fixing up shopping carts and sellin' 'em back to the mall!"

"Then how do you afford rent?"

"I don't use heat, AC, water, or electricity. The manager said I could just use the janitor's closet. I like it here. It's a lot cheaper than a fuckin' apartment."

Ricky stepped in the wrong direction.

"Jesus Murphy! Ricky watch it!"

Rin rolled her eyes and went back to her apartment. Those three were like Jack. A little rough around the edges but nice people underneath.

She spent the rest of the day getting ready for her date. The embarrassing moments came when it came to choosing what to wear—or rather what not to wear—underneath her outfit. A simple red strapless that showed just enough to make the imagination run wild. And hopefully Sesshomaru's imagination would run wild in a southern direction.

She blushed at her dirty thought, but at the same time hoped to whatever God was out there that it came true.

Her phone rang. She looked at the caller ID. Kagome had finally returned her call and it was, she looked at the clock, almost six in the evening.

Jeez, what is she, Wonder Woman?

She picked up the receiver.

"Hello."

"Hey Rin! You'll never guess what happened to me last night!"

"Let me take a stab at it. You and a certain sexy hanyou had just such a great time at diner that you just had to keep it going elsewhere. You then vacated to whatever private love nest he has set up in this city and proceeded have lots and lots and lots of highly unadulterated, purely and savagely passionate, and highly satisfying demon sex."

Silence…

"That about sums it up yeah."

"And I suspect that our little shy and incorruptible Sango suffered the same fate as you, because she still hasn't answered the call I gave her at around noon."

"Damn."

"Soooo…Demon stamina?"

"Like you would not EVEN—wait. What happened to you last night?"

"It looks as though I was the only one to not have naughty demon sex with a God on Earth. However I will be making up for it tonight. Which is partially why I called you. Do you think tiger stripes are too much for a thong? Especially if it isn't going to be on for long?"

"Um…I really don't think this is something we need to be discussing."

Rin's face flamed.

"Oh…never mind then…"

"But just between you and me…I heard from a certain hanyou that both of them find the color red hotter than a set of rims at a Puff Daddy concert."

Rin contemplated this new information for a second, rummaged through her lingerie drawer, and found a set of matching red Teddy and garter belt that even she thought was a bit much when she got it…as a present…cough, cough.

Her cell buzzed in a text.

Meet me outside in five. And be ready. For anything. Seriously…anything.

Sesshomaru.

Rin practically squealed.

"Kags, I gotta go. My personal Adonis is outside waiting."

"Just remember one thing. Make sure your stomach's full and your bladder is empty. You're in it for the long haul."

Rin hung up and squared her shoulders.

Here we go…

And there's the first one! There will be more soon, I'm thinking maybe ten to twelve on this one. I don't like to mess around with stupid needless drama (Unless of course you like twenty chapters of needless nonsense, in which case tell me. I live to please.)

Thanks for hanging with me. R&R!