Hehe, I could not resist this one!

Dedicated to a fellow fanfic writer. You know who you are!

Slightly futuristic. You'll soon see why.

Forgiveness if they're slightly OOC...

Theme: Influence

Rating: T-ish

"Just one drink. I can't let you go without getting you to try just one glass. Trust me, you'll like it." She pressed, resting her arm on the back of the bench she and the younger girl—woman—sat in. The inviting—sultry—smile she wore did not help turn her down. The atmosphere inside the bar was energetic, regular patrons seated in various locations throughout the place; others were crowded on the dance floor- the most heated area in the whole room. She could see how close those bodies were pressed together, and if she had anything to say about it, would never set foot near there. Yet with Yaya looking at her in such a way that clued her in to her borderline drunken state prevented her from thinking clearly. The woman got extremely flirty when drunk, and it did not help that she was alone with her.

"Ah, wassa matter, Tsu-bo-mi-chan?" Yaya grinned, her speech slurring just a little, but the way she accentuated her name made her tense. She had her cornered; the affect she had on her weakened the urge to slip underneath the table in order to escape. But what really kept Tsubomi there in her seat was the way that her friend could enjoy herself so freely. They had always butt heads in school, but once she entered the world of university life, she saw another side of her senpai: the party girl. Maybe this was the girl that was just screaming to get out- to rid herself of the restrictions that all Spica girls had to abide by. Most never did anyway, concerning a few older girls she could think of off the top of her head. Tsubomi hadn't always wanted to be like that, but the more she spent time with Yaya, the more she realized that she admired, no, she wanted to be more like her in that regard.

She felt Yaya's hot breath in her ear a moment later, the closeness of their bodies nearly frying her brain. "And if you do, Tsubomi-chan... I'll make it worth your while later," she purred, feeling the other girl's face heat up from a fierce blush. Check mate. She pulled away and not two seconds later the pink-haired girl's hand reached for the alcoholic drink and brought it to her lips. Whether or not Tsubomi would admit it, Yaya did hold some kind of power over her. She always knew which buttons to press, though this time around the button pressing benefited both.

I hope you enjoyed this one as much as I did writing it!

Couldn't help myself. Inspiration struck and I had to write out this scenario. I've always pictured Yaya as the party girl type, and her easily getting through Tsubomi's defenses seemed suitable. And besides, Tsubomi seemed to be the perfect candidate for this occasion.

While I'm at it, thanks to V for inadvertantly Beta'ing this for me! It didn't start out that way, but I'm glad for the rewording.

Anyway, as usual, review please!