#36 Champagne
358 words.
"I can't believe that out of all the people I know, all my friends and acquaintances, the one person I happen to meet, is you!" Usagi looked accusingly at her dark haired companion. "What are you doing here anyway? I thought you were a college student, not a journalist."
"Even college students need money. I modelled for the magazine once." Mamoru shrugged his shoulders amiably. "How come you're here?"
"My dad works as a editor for the magazine and Mama was feeling ill, so I got to come instead. I didn't think this party would be so boring though. I've spent most of my time standing here by the wall, while Daddy mingles for work… Oh no! Quick pretend we're a couple." Usagi slipped her arm into his and pulled him nearer to her.
"What?!"
"Just please go along with what I say. And don't say anything." She said through gritted teeth as she plastered a fake smile onto her face. Before Mamoru had a chance to respond, a smarmy looking man slide up to them and asked Usagi for dance.
"Sorry, I can't. I promised the next dance to my boyfriend. Didn't I, Mamo-chan?" Usagi apologised. If Mamoru didn't know any better he would have thought her sincere, particularly as she choose that moment to seal the act by reaching up and brushing a soft kiss against his chin.
"Excuse us, I think I can see a former colleague of mine, and I simply must introduce him to my lovely Usako." Mamoru smiled politely as he guided Usagi across the room.
"Usako? What the hell was that about?" She whispered furiously in his ear.
"Just your Mamo-chan sealing the deal." He responded with a smirk on his face.
"Champagne Sir? Madam?" A waiter interrupted.
"Oh no thank you." Usagi shook her head as Mamoru picked up two flutes off the tray, and moved to hand her one, "I can't drink champagne. It's bubbly and goes straight to my head."
"I can think of something else that does that." He murmured to himself, knowing he would be reliving the events of the night for many weeks to come.