Prompt given:
"I'm too sober for this."
"Oh, thank god you're here!" Kagome sighed dramatically, grabbing Inuyasha by the wrist and yanking him through the doorway. There was an insane amount of laughter flooding from the living room, all the girls unable to bite back their snorts as Miroku mumbled in a specific flirtatious tone that Inuyasha knew only came up when he was sloshed. "How did you manage to lose a grown man?"
"I didn't mean to!" Inuyasha shrugged his entire body awkwardly.
"You were supposed to be watching him!"
"I turned around for thirty seconds and he was gone! What's going on in there?" He cocked a brow, listening to the provocative things being said by both Miroku and now Sango as the group of women burst into another round of unrestrained giggles. Kagome grimaced, shaking her head in response.
"Do you think it'd be possible to close your eyes and fish Miroku out of there?" Kagome asked, her eyes skirting around to avoid his gaze.
"Well, that might make the objective a little tricky."
"I'd just really rather you didn't see the - uh - state of the room."
Inuyasha took a second, nodding in understanding as he realized he'd just stepped into your typical bachelorette party scene. "Got it. Tunnel vision."
Kagome lead him by the hand, entering a room that had been transformed to take the phrase "balls to the wall" quite literally. His focus went out the door immediately as the flashy, multicolored streamers of dicks, reflecting the light of the illuminated, rotating disco ball in the center of it all. Every decoration that was hung, laid out, applied, what have you, was a dick in some way, shape, or form. The handles to their margarita glasses were dicks, the cake was shaped and frosted like a dick, the confetti strewn all over the carpet that was going to be a vacuum's worst nightmare were dicks. On top of it all, Miroku was sitting on the couch cuddled up to a blow up doll, whispering sweet nothings into its inflated ear. Sango sat on the other side of Miroku, the side he was leaning away from, returning the dirty talk as her fiancee fiddled with the real clothing the doll was dressed in.
A strong wave of secondhand embarrassment washed over Inuyasha when he noticed their friends were taking pictures of the sight, pursing his lips as he took it all in. "Wow, I'm way too fucking sober for this."
"I warned you." Kagome said.
"Why do you have a blow up doll?"
"I haven't asked about your party, so it's best you don't ask about mine."
"Fair enough." Inuyasha shrugged, squeezing through the heap of intoxicated women as he crossed the room to Miroku. "Come on, buddy. Time to go."
"Wait, you haven't met my new friend." Miroku mentioned, pointing to the doll his arm was around. "Her name's Clarissa, can she come too?"
"Sorry, man. I think she's taken." He bent down and grabbed the drunken man's wrist, swinging it over his own shoulder as he lugged him to a stand. The ladies all laughed, Sango seeming to enjoy the moment more than anyone, swatting her soon-to-be-husband's ass as they passed through. Inuyasha flinched, himself, when some rogue fingers squeezed his own bottom as he made his way out of the living room. Kagome gave him an apologetic smile, hushing her excited friends that felt sly enough after getting away with the grope.
"You owe me one." Inuyasha grumbled outside, tucking Miroku safely under a seatbelt in the front seat of his car.
"Considering this is your fault in the first place, dog boy..." Kagome mewled, moving forward coyly to wrap her arms around his waist. Her hands glided down the small of his back and over the butt of his jeans, giving a firm squeeze that made him smile devilishly. "Fat chance."