Chapter 11: Tension Part I

Nearly a month had passed since Miroku's last day at Silent Pines. Everything went smoothly, he got there on time that morning, did his shift and turned in his key. Miroku's three months at that place was over, but the urge to find something else to do with his time still hung around at the back of his head. At the beginning of July, Billy had called him, telling him about a job opening for a graveyard shift at a 24 hour diner on the edge of town. The timing could not have been any more perfect. Not only was it a graveyard shift but the owner of the establishment happened to be Billy's uncle so Miroku was pretty much guaranteed his weekends off before he even started.

His first week at "Mr. Griddles 24hr diner and Truck Stop" was a lot different than his stint at Silent Pines, although he pretty much did the same line of work, busing tables, cleaning floors, doing dishes, etc. Instead of the Silent Pines clientele of rich people with problems, the clientele at Mr. Griddles was the complete opposite. During Miroku's shift the diner was usually littered with surly truckers, burly bikers from the bar next door, and the occasional crack whore or prostitute looking for some action because they more than likely got shooed away from the Circle K across the freeway. The staff at the diner was relatively small during the graveyard shift as only four other people really worked in that time slot.

First there were the two waitresses Lottie Wilcox and Maria Martinez. Grandma Lottie was an older lady possibly in her mid sixties and the only thing scarier than the perpetual frown on her face or the constant sarcasm coming out of her mouth was the mole she had on her chin. She did love her grandchildren though, making sure to always pop out a gigantic roll of pictures from her purse even when the subject at hand didn't call for it.

Maria was a much younger, buxom woman in her twenties with wavy raven black hair and a tan most women would kill for. Even though Miroku thought that Maria was really pretty and genuinely nice, she was kind of ditzy. You couldn't really joke with her because nine times out of ten she wouldn't get it. Maybe it was a cultural thing as Maria was Salvadorean and spoke with a heavy accent. As ditzy as she may have been, maybe she was smarter than he gave her credit for as she purposely wore the blouse of her uniform a size too small to rake in more tip money from perverts. It wasn't uncommon for Maria to rake in hundreds of dollars in tip money per shift, much to Grandma Lottie's dismay.

Then there were the two cooks, Al Greene and Grigori Popovich. Al was a tall, bald, muscular, middle aged man who was a Navy cook in his younger years. Al was a lot like Hector, in the sense that there was nothing negative about the man at all. Al always seemed to be in good spirits with everyone, even though he looked like he could kill a man with his bare hands if he wanted to. Al also had a steel plate in his head from his Navy days and a lot of nautical tattoos inked on his body. His favorite being a topless mermaid tattoo nicknamed "Shirlena" on his upper right arm that "danced" when he flexed his muscles.

Grigori was about the same age as Al, albeit a couple of years younger, give or take. Grigori was a former soviet sous chef who had came to the US with his eldest daughter in the seventies. Surly and disinterested in the world around him, he cared about nothing but his cooking. Grigori was one of the fastest cooks Miroku had ever seen although sometimes he wished that the man would put out the cigarettes when he was cooking on the stove, not only because of the health hazard but because Grigori never seemed to notice when stray ash fell on the food. Then again, considering the late-night clientele at Mr. Griddles nobody really seemed to care.

Today however, was one of those particular weekends that Miroku had off from work and for a good reason too; tonight Mystic Lyzzard would be playing at The Meridian. For weeks, it had been nothing but practice for all four of the band members. Their jam sessions were so crucial that the members of Mystic Lyzzard that had jobs used up vacation and sick days just to have extra time to practice. Miroku couldn't wait for the meridian gig to be over because he wanted to get some much-needed sleep. Between the graveyard shift at Mr. Griddles and precious daylight being pissed away for band practice, he was exhausted beyond all relief. Miroku's schedule had been so chaotic that he hadn't even had time for his daily phone call with Sango. It had been nearly two weeks since they had spoken at all to each other over the phone. Hell, he didn't even have time to go to her house either and every time she showed up at his doorstep, he was never there. Sango understood that Miroku was super busy but that didn't stop him from feeling like he was letting her down with his hectic schedule. Summer was already half way over and Sango would leave for college at the end of August, making the time that they could set aside to enjoy each others company all the more important.

Miroku silently thumbed the strings of his guitar. It was quiet in Jimmy's garage. Maybe a little too quiet, seeming as all four members of the band were exhausted from continuous rehearsals. Practice was especially hard on Andrew and Stony as both of them fell asleep while still holding their respective instruments. Who could really blame the guys though since they woke up with the roosters that morning. Miroku yawned, wondering where the hell Jimmy was with the coffee he said he was going to get half an hour ago. Surely the mini-mart couldn't be that crowded, it was 7:05 at night for fuck's sake!

Soon enough, Jimmy walked into the garage juggling four large Styrofoam coffee cups in his arms. He handed each band member a cup of coffee, thumping both Stony and Andrew in the head to wake them up.

Miroku blew on his steaming cup of coffee. "What took you so long? The Mini Mart wasn't that crowded was it?"

Jimmy plopped on the couch. "Nah, the store was fine. Hey, do you remember Kristin? I kind of ran into her outside of the store."

So that's what took him so long. Miroku smirked upon realizing that's why Jimmy took his sweet ass time to get back. Kristin was a girl from their high school graduating class whom Jimmy had a thing for her back in the day although, he never seemed to muster the courage to ask her out. Miroku thought it was odd that 'ol Jimbo never tapped that ass because like himself, Jimmy was a serial skirt-chaser.

"Yeah, I remember her. She was the cute redhead that drove the moped right?"

Jimmy nodded. "Yeah. That would be her."

"So what happened? You finally bone her or something?" Miroku asked, swishing coffee around in his mouth to cool it down.

Jimmy laughed. "No, If I did that her bohunk husband would kick my ass into the next town over. I just can't believe she got married so fast and now she's pregnant too. Dammit, this happens every time I fall for a redhead."

"Maybe you just weren't meant to eat fire crotch." Miroku said, nonchalantly.

While Jimmy was busy yapping about his encounter, Stony was making a racket trying to break down his drum kit for storage in the onyx colored van out front. Miroku rushed over to help him carry the pieces of the set and the rest of the instruments out the garage door. Stony unlocked the back door the the van, carefully placing each part of his drum set in one by one.

Miroku climbed into the van, placing the amps and the last of the instruments into the cab. "That about does it. Hey Stony, is there anything that we are forgetting before we head off?"

Stony shook his head. "Not that I can think of. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to need some help transporting Andy off the couch, you know nothing wakes that guy up once he's conked out."

Miroku grabbed Andrew's feet as Stony grabbed the shoulders. Carefully, they hoisted Andy off the couch and into the van's backseat. Andrew woke up when Stony accidentally bumped his head on the window. Andrew rubbed the sore spot on his head, immediately falling back asleep afterwards. Miroku settled himself into the front seat of the van. He glanced at Stony and Andrew in the backseat. "Hey Stone-man, Andy doing okay back there?" Miroku asked.

Stony punched Andrew in the shoulder.

"OW!" Andrew whined, still half-asleep.

"Yeah, he's fine. But he should seriously go see a doctor or something, his sleep patterns are all fucked up."

Miroku looked out the window of the van. Jimmy was standing on the porch with his mom, arguing about something. Miroku groaned, wishing Jimmy would hurry up because at the pace things were going Mystic Lyzzard would be late to the venue. Jimmy ran towards the van, sliding into the driver's seat. "Sorry about that, my mom was being a pain in the ass over her bullshit chore wheel. Everything cool in here?"

"Just start the fucking van, Jimmy." Stony grumbled while lighting a cigarette with his zippo lighter.

Jimmy started the van, nearly hitting the mailbox on his way out from the driveway. Miroku yawned, perhaps Andy had the right idea to nap it up before they had to get on stage. He fell asleep, only to be woken up minutes later when his head thunked against the window when Jimmy hit some potholes in the road while driving.

Sango's hand ran over the shiny metal of her new car. Even though she got the car a month ago, she still couldn't believe that the semi-new Trans-Am was finally sitting in her driveway. Cherry red, the color she always dreamed her new car would be. The inside even had that new car smell, even though most of the smell was absorbed by her "ocean breeze" air freshener by now. She had worked with her dad for years to save up for this car and now it was hers. All those summers of crappy jobs and birthday money finally paid off, although her dad footed a little more than half of the bill. Police auctions truly were a magical thing. without the low auction price she wouldn't have been able to afford the car at all. Sango kissed her index finger and placed it over the hood of the car before she stepped back inside of the house.

When she entered her bedroom, she saw that Kohaku was on her personal phone line with someone. How many times did she have to tell him to stay out of her room before he got the message? Sango crossed her arms. "And just what do you think you're doing in here?"

Kohaku grinned. "Nothing, I was just answering the phone while you were outside making goo-goo eyes at your car. By the way, this call is for you, it's Karen on the other line."

Sango grabbed the phone from her little brother. "Hello Karen. What's up?"

"Hey Sango, long time no talk. So how have you been?" Karen asked.

"I've been doing just fine, I got a new car recently. Trans-Am as a matter of fact."

Karen squealed. "Omigod that is so bitchin' Sango! If we were still in school you would be the envy of every girl at Saint Catherine's!"

"So is there a reason why you called, you're not really the type that would randomly call me. That's more of Amy's department."

"Actually Sango, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with me tonight. I'm kind of bored and I want to go to a nightclub but It's weird to go alone. Wanna join me, I promise It will be fun..."

Sango sighed. "You know I don't really do the club scene, besides what will I wear? I don't have any club appropriate clothes. It's a generous offer Karen, but I must decline."

"It's not that kind of club Sango, It's a rock lounge. Y'know watch a live band and sit around and drink and junk. Getting all gussied up is completely optional but you may want to do it if you want someone to buy you drinks. Technically, even though we are 18 we are still too underage to buy alcohol ever since that bogus age restriction was passed last year. Come on, I'll even help you get ready."

"I guess it could be fun.."

Karen cut her off. "Great! I'll be at your place in no time at all! We are going to have so much fun!"

Sango sighed as she heard the dial tone through the phone. What have I just gotten myself into?

Within ten minutes, Karen arrived at Sango's doorstep with a huge makeup case in her hand and a backpack slung over her shoulder. Karen was already dressed up in her outfit for tonight. Sango knew that Karen had a quirky fashion sense but she had no idea what the hell her friend was wearing, it was like some kind of strange roaring twenties meets mime getup. New Wave fashion was something Sango did not understand at all even though she loved the music, especially when it involved dreamboats like Adam Ant and Billy Idol.

Karen playfully pushed Sango into the bedroom. "Now hurry up and take a shower, I have the perfect hairstyle in mind for you!"

When Sango stepped out of the shower, she was surprised to find that Karen already took the liberty of choosing an outfit for her. Even more surprising was that the outfit was really cute. Sango would have never thought to put those items of clothing together herself.

"Wow, Karen. This is really cute! I knew you had an eye for fashion but this looks amazing."

Karen bragged. "Nah, it was easy. Since everything in your closet is off the rack, I didn't have to do any sewing whatsoever. Most of my clothes are either thrifted or made by hand. Although I gotta step up my game if I'm going to ace my fashion design classes this upcoming semester."

Karen pulled a large sketchbook out of her backpack, showing off a detailed fashion sketch of Sango's complete outfit.

"See, this is the look I have in mind for you, with your long hair and fair skin, you can pull off an almost ethereal bohemian look perfectly. It's feminine, yet über chic at the same time!"

Sango sat down at the foot of her bed, her hands folded in her lap as Karen worked the fashion magic on her hair. Once her outfit was complete and the hair and makeup all done. Sango took a look in the mirror. It had been ages since her hair had been braided. But the way Karen did it was amazing, Karen wasn't kidding about the bohemian look. Sango's braid was loose but elegant with lightly curled tendrils of hair framing her face, reminiscent of an art nouveau painting. She almost didn't recognize herself without her ponytail when she looked in the mirror. And the dress Karen had rescued from the heap in the closet was absolutely gorgeous! Sango had originally bought the flouncy off-white lace sundress for her cousin's beach wedding last year and hadn't worn it since. But the way Karen paired it with other items in her closet made it look almost fairy-like. Even her makeup was on point! Since Karen knew that Sango had an aversion to wearing lots of makeup, she opted for minimal makeup in natural tones to match the outfit. Sango took another long look in the mirror.

"Wow, Karen. I can't thank you enough!" Sango exclaimed as she twirled some of the loose tendrils of hair around her index finger.

Karen smiled at her friend. "Don't mention it. Now come on, it's time to go. So who's car are we going to take, Mine or yours?"

Sango grabbed her keys from off of her side table. "I guess we will take mine, I've been meaning to drive a little more now that I actually have a car."

"Whoa, sis. You look amazing!" Kohaku exclaimed as Sango and Karen walked into the living room.

Kohaku turned his attention back on the TV. "So where are you two headed all dressed up and junk?"

"Out, tell dad I will be home shortly."

Kohaku nodded. "No problem sis, just don't get into any trouble okay."

"I won't and make sure you lock the door while I'm out." Sango yelled, shutting the front door behind her.

"Are you sure this is the right place?" Sango asked Karen upon arriving at the front door of The Meridian. The crowd outside and inside of the small venue was nothing like Karen's crowd at all. Karen was into Mod bikes, new wave, and Britrock. The people gathered in front of them were dirty, crusty, metalheads; like the burnouts Miroku hung around with.

Karen fanned herself with her bowler hat. "I swear Sango, this place is not usually like this. Must be some kind of event going on."

Sango tore one of the yellow flyers off of a light post. "Well, there's your answer. It says Metal Mayhem."

Karen snapped the flyer away from Sango's hand. "Let's see if I can recognize any of these bands. Iron Heart? Nope never heard of them. Cataclysmic Hellspawn? never heard of them either. Mystic Lyzzard..."

Sango's eyes widened. "Wait, Karen what was that last band's name?"

Karen looked down at the flyer in her hand. "Mystic Lyzzard apparently, but they misspelled lizard. Wait do you know them?"

"Kind of...well I know their guitarist. You remember my friend Miroku right? Well Mystic Lyzzard is his band."

"So, are we going in or what?" Karen asked, preparing to pay the man at the door for two tickets for the show inside.

Sango followed suit, trailing behind Karen as they entered the blackness of the venue. Sango coughed, the inside of this place was foggy and hard to see and it smelled like the inside of Jimmy's garage. She and Karen quickly scoped out the lounge for a vacant table with a view of the stage. They noticed one of the female bartenders clearing some hi-ball glasses off one of the tables just right of the stage.

"Excuse me Ma'am, is this table vacant?" Sango asked.

The bartender nodded. "It is now, is there anything I can get you two ladies started on?"

"Just Pepsi for us. Two please."

Sango and Karen looked around the venue. Sure enough, the two of them stuck out like sore thumbs. Not only because they were surrounded by hundreds of metalheads but because there were hardly any other women in sight. The women that were around either looked like total bimbettes or they were barely distinguishable from the male patrons. Sango coughed again, this place was certainly not her idea of a "lounge" club. With the loud screeching coming from that Iron Heart band, the smell of pot lingering in the air and the patrons shoving each other and pumping their fists in the air, she was way out of her element. Karen on the other hand seemed to be enjoying herself as she fist pumped with the rest of them. And once Iron Heart left off the stage, Karen cheered with the rest of the patrons in the lounge.

"You know what, those guys weren't that bad. That one song about the wood witch was great!" Karen chirped.

Sango had to agree with her, Iron Heart wasn't bad at all but Miroku's band was far better, at least based on what she heard from the demo tape. Sango watched as Iron Heart cleared the stage for the next band on the lineup. She noticed Jimmy and Stony step out from behind the back-stage to set up the amps and a couple of other pieces of equipment. That could only mean one thing, Mystic Lyzzard was next to play. Sango ducked her head behind her hands when she saw Miroku and Andrew come on stage to tune their guitars. Every member of Mystic Lyzzard looked different. The clothing they had on was a little flashier than normal, with spikes, leather, and chains galore. Jimmy was obviously the flashiest out of the members, opting to wear only a leather vest instead of a shirt. Stony had his long black hair teased up to where it cascaded in a puffball of spikes reminiscent of a porcupine, and Andrew conveniently looked the most normal out of the four, the only thing eye catching on his small frame were tight jeans.

Sango felt her mouth go dry when she peeked her head up to see Miroku's getup. Like Jimmy, he also wore a leather vest covered in spikes and chains. Underneath his vest was a ridiculously tight black tank top. He had on his signature bullet belt as well, hugging equally tight leather pants, followed by a pair of boots that had more buckles on them than a strait jacket. His hair was loose and slightly teased to where it looked like it had lots of volume. Sango's cheeks blazed red as she gawked at his form onstage. She wondered what it would feel like if he jumped off of the stage to pick her out of the crowd to whisk her away somewhere private where they could...Before she could even finish that thought she slapped her hand to wake up from her trance. It didn't work as she still found herself drinking in the sight of him onstage like a thirsty jackal.

Karen snapped her fingers in front of Sango's face. "Hello in there, earth to Sango? Anybody home?"

Sango snapped out of her trance, focusing on Karen. "Huh? What?"

Karen giggled. "You've been staring at your guy friend for over five minutes, rather lustfully I might add."

Sango slumped into her seat, covering her face with her hands once again. "Someone just shoot me now."

"It's okay Sango, you needn't be embarrassed. I don't understand though, if you like him and if he likes you then why aren't you two more than friends?"

Sango sighed. "It's complicated. He's never asked me out and I don't want to ask him out because I'll be going away soon and everyone knows long distance relationships don't work. I don't want to hurt him and I don't want to hurt myself either. Deep down, I think he feels the same way."

Karen took a sip of her Pepsi. "That's harsh. So what do you plan to do, the tension must be killing you."

"That's just it, I don't know." Sango replied, her face once again cupped behind her hands.

"This may seem kind of weird to ask, but do you ever find yourself like I dunno...craving his touch."

Sango frowned, embarrassed at the question. Sex was the last thing she wanted to think about. Especially now, when she was trying to shoo away her lustful thoughts, all the while the little nagging voice in the back of head showed no signs of letting the subject go. You owe it to yourself to be honest, Karen is only trying to help.

"Yeah. And honestly, those feelings. Well, they've gotten worse. Sometimes I feel so hot inside thinking about him that I can't even sleep. I just don't know what to do and It's driving me crazy."

Karen gasped. "You mean you've never masturbated before?"

Sango nearly choked on her drink. "M-masturbate? To thoughts of him? No way!"

"I don't know why you object to it so much, It's perfectly natural for women to flick their bean to release tension. I mean it's so easy all you have to do is..."

"Stop! I get it. Thanks for the advice and all but I'm ready to drop the subject."

Seconds later, the lounge went dark for Mystic Lyzzard's performance. The lights dimmed on the stage as blacklight glow and fog enveloped the rest of the venue. Sango kept her eyes focused on the stage during the entire performance, paying special attention to Miroku. Upon the stage he was in his element. She had never seen him so driven and focused. It was like onstage he was a completely different person. He wielded his guitar with immaculate precision, like it was the mighty sword of a heroic knight. Even though Sango was never really a fan of heavy metal, she did have to admit that Miroku had serious talent. Hearing Mystic Lyzzard live was ten times better than the quality on the demo tape. Sango felt her heart jump in her chest when she thought he had taken notice of her in the crowd. She let out a sigh of relief when she realized that wasn't the case as he kept on playing.

"So this is Mystic Lyzzard?" Karen yelled, so that Sango could hear her between the ear-splittingly loud music.

Sango nodded. "Yep. All four of them, and FYI watch out for the blond guy on the mic. He's a shameless lech and will probably try to ask for your number after the show."

Karen took a closer look at Jimmy. "I wouldn't mind that. I think he's kind of cute."

After Mystic Lyzzard's performance was over. Sango mentioned to Karen that they should probably get back to her house since It was getting late. Just when they were about to leave the table, Jimmy stopped them.

Jimmy leaned against the doorway to the bar. "Hey there Sango! I thought I saw you out there in the crowd! I thought Miroku said you weren't going to make it to tonight's show?"

Sango shook her head. "I wasn't planning on coming tonight at all, nor did I know you guys were playing tonight. Miroku mentioned an upcoming gig but I never really pried into it. I'm only here because my friend Karen dragged me here because she didn't want to come alone."

"I did not drag you here Sango. You came on your own free will." Karen scoffed.

Sango noticed Jimmy eyeing her quirky friend up and down. His gaze brazenly stopped at Karen's rather ample chest. "Sango, who's your friend?" he asked.

Sango sighed as she introduced her friend to Jimmy. "Jimmy this is my friend Karen, Karen this is Jimmy."

Jimmy smiled as he kissed Karen's hand. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Karen. It's always a delight to meet new fans, especially ones as lovely as yourself."

Karen blushed. "Thank you and nice vocal work out there. Heavy metal is not really my cup of tea but you guys were fantastic."

Jimmy wrapped his arms around both of the girls. "Say, how about you two fine babes follow me backstage to see the rest of the guys. Especially you Sango, I'm sure it would mean the world to Miroku to know that you showed up to support him tonight."

Sango lifted Jimmy's arm off of her shoulder. "It's tempting but Karen and I have got to go."

"Oh come on, Sango. Don't be such a stick-in-the-mud." Karen pouted, shamelessly clinging to Jimmy's arm.

Sango rolled her eyes. "Fine, lead the way Jimmy."

Sango held her nose when she entered the backstage area. It reeked of booze and other foul odors she couldn't quite make out. Also, it was extremely cramped and kind of drafty. This is what people pay extra money for at concerts? What a sham!

"Hey Miroku! Look who I found in the crowd!" Jimmy hollered, playfully shoving Sango in front of him.

Sango felt the flames of jealousy rise within her body when she saw what lied in front of her. There was Miroku sitting on one of the couches back-stage with an inebriated half-naked bleach-blonde bimbette straddled on his lap. Sango's eyes narrowed on Miroku and the drunken whore in front of her as the airheaded girl clung on to him like a jungle gym, petrified with fear at Sango's wrathful stare.

"Kyaa! Miroku, she's scaring me." The bimbette shrieked, nuzzling her face into his chest.

Miroku nervously gulped, beads of sweat trickled down his face. He had known for quite sometime that Sango was the jealous type when it came to his womanizing ways but he had only really put up with minor glares or the occasional cold-shoulder from her up until now. This was different though, Sango was seething with fury unlike any other outburst he had ever seen from her. She was terrifying, as if some kind of malevolent spirit had taken over her body, hellbent on taking him out first. Shit, this looks bad, really bad.

Miroku Hastily pushed the dead-weight damsel off of his lap, only to have the silly girl cling to him once more.

Sango headed out towards the door "Let's go Karen. We're leaving." She snarled, clenching her fists at her side.

She looked over at Karen who didn't say anything. Karen currently wasn't paying Sango any attention since she was locked onto Jimmy's gaze as he ran his fingers through her ginger locks.

"So, are you a natural redhead?" Jimmy asked Karen, showing no signs of stopping his flirtatious behavior anytime soon.

Sango yanked her love-struck friend away from Jimmy. "let's go, like now."

Karen sighed. "Sorry Jimmy, I gotta go with her, she's my ride home. I'll call you later."

Miroku finally managed to free himself from the vice-grip of the really horny, really drunk girl backstage. He bolted out of the front door to stop Sango and Karen before they left the venue. He caught up to the girls just before Sango made it to her car in the parking lot.

Miroku grabbed Sango's hand. "Sango, wait. I can explain."

Sango jerked her hand away from his grasp. "Don't fucking touch me! Whatever excuse you have I don't want to hear it Miroku."

"Won't you just listen to what I have to say?"

Sango took one last look at him; smiling, before getting into her car to join Karen, who was already buckled up in the front seat. Sango motioned for him to come closer to her.

Miroku let out a sigh of relief, thinking that she was going to give him a chance to explain himself.

Sango pulled him closer by his shirt collar. She coyly trailed her cold fingertips across his chest, then she moved her face in super close to his, as if to kiss him. "Miroku could you do me one teensy little favor, could you..."

"Yes, my Sango." he murmured under his breath.

"Roast in Hell, you sleaze!" Sango screamed as she roundhouse-kicked him onto the pavement. Miroku fell flat on his back with a thud.

While Miroku was rubbing his jaw from where she had struck him, Sango peeled out in the Trans Am, making sure to drench his womanizing ass with runoff water from a nearby puddle.

Now completely drenched with the filthy water; Miroku could only sit back as he watched Sango's car speed off into the street. Jimmy ran from across the parking lot to help him up off the ground. "Shit man, what happened? You're fucking soaked!"

Miroku shoved Jimmy aside, not even saying a single word to his band-mate. Angrily, he stormed into the back of the van, locking the doors from the inside to make sure he wouldn't be disturbed. He rubbed his bruised jaw again, finding himself lucky that Sango hadn't managed to knock any of his teeth out with that hard ass kick of hers.

"Roast in Hell, you sleaze!" Sango's spiteful words looped over and over in his head. Miroku didn't even want to think about how much he hurt her. Sango did nothing wrong, he was the sorry son of a bitch that shoved her aside for the possibility of drunken groupie sex, knowing full well that his heart pined only for her. So what if he couldn't date Sango? That didn't mean that he had to get his dick wet by the first willing bitch that came along. Not only did he betray Sango by completely shattering her trust in him, he betrayed himself. Miroku recalled the look on Sango's face when she stepped backstage. She was angry of course, furious even, but the thing that hurt him the most was that when she dragged that Karen girl out, Sango looked like she was about to cry. Miroku sighed as he leaned back into the fold-out seat. How was he ever going to make things right with her again? If he was to apologize, would she even accept it?

[A/N] Well, that escalated quickly. Stay tuned for part II, I promise I won't leave you guys hanging for long.

80's Slang/General Glossary:

Bohunk- A super jock; a meat-head. Devoid of any brains whatsoever.

Bitchin- Means totally awesome.

Bogus- Lame; not cool at all.

Adam Ant- ABritish new-wave artist who was popular in the 80's and early 90's

Trans Am- Another sports-car made by Pontiac motors. This car was the definitive "it" car of the 1980's

Billy Idol- Another British hard rock/new wave artist who was popular in the 80's. Girls liked him for his "bad boy" stage persona.

Bimbette- Cutesier variation of the term "Bimbo" I.E. a trashy, loose, female.

Flick the bean- Female masturbation.

Britrock- Exactly what it says on the tin, "British Rock"

The Mods- One of the many subcultures of the 1980's. Were they Buddy Holly impersonators or just geeky people with really cool scooters? no one knows for sure.

MIX TAPE:

Track 1: Wang Chung- Fire In The Twilight

Track 2: Iron Maiden- Two Minutes To Midnight

Track 3: Def Leppard- Foolin'