Disclaimer: I do not own any of the IY characters, nor do I own a nightclub, nor do I support the thoughtless consumption of alcohol (funny as it may be). I do, however, support the designated drivers out there because their actions have saved many lives. Thank you!

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Chapter 2: The Club

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After a day at their respective workplaces, the gang met up at a club on the south side of town.

"Hi, Sango! Hi, Miroku!" Kagome called.

Sango was standing beside Miroku looking for Kagome. She was wearing a tasteful green plaid miniskirt, a white tank top, a short leather jacket, and a pair of high-healed, leather boots. Miroku was wearing black leather pants, a very over-exaggerated belt, and a dark red T-shirt.

Sango saw Kagome and waved back. She noticed that Kagome was wearing red tennis shoes, a pair of low-rise jeans and a nice black shirt. Inu-Yasha was wearing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt that he'd probably been wearing all day.

Kagome towed Inu-Yasha along behind her, through the crowd, to her friends on the other side of the dace floor. His ears were flat back, showing the discomfort he got from the loud, booming bass of the current song the DJ was playing.

The music, however annoying to Inu-Yasha, provided Miroku with some very nice eye candy. He watched the girls dance with their boyfriends or with each other. Their moves entranced him and he almost missed the playful cuff on the back of the head Sango gave him when she noticed where his gaze was wandering. He glanced down at her.

"Kagome and Inu-Yasha are here," she said grabbing his hand and towing him past the dancing girls, to their friends that had just arrived.

"Hi guys." Sango greeted them.

The guys exchanged looks and left for the bar portion of the club.

"Okay. Bye, then…"

Kagome and Sango shook their heads and found a table away from the speakers where they could actually hear themselves think.

"Now that I'm here, spill it Kagome!" Sango prodded her friend. "You sounded way too excited on the phone for this to be an ordinary wedding."

"Well, for one, Sango," Kagome explained to her friend, "we're all invited. Second it's in Hawaii."

Sango squealed in delight at the name Hawaii. She got mental images of white sand beaches, clear blue water, palm trees swaying in the wind, Miroku and herself strolling down the beach, hand in hand… Then she stopped herself and made Miroku's hand be on her butt, and her handprint on his cheek (the one on his face, Sickos!).

"Anything else?" Sango urged.

"She wants me to be the Made of Honor!"

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While the girls babbled, the guys were sitting at the bar ordering drinks.

"Inu-Yasha?" Miroku asked.

"What?" Inu-Yasha asked as he looked up from his drink.

"Do you think Sango would kill me if I asked her to dance?"

"Depends on how you ask."

Miroku raised his eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, if you go right up to her and say 'Let's dance.' then try to pull her away, she'll probably kill you. But if you go up and ask her very politely, she might dance."

"And just how do you know this?" Miroku asked.

Inu-Yasha pulled up one of his shirtsleeves to reveal a bruise. It was in the shape of a fist and was suspiciously petite enough to be Kagome's.

"Experience, Miroku. Experience."

Miroku laughed and pulled up one of his pant legs, also revealing a bruise. His, however, was on his shin and was considerably larger than Inu-Yasha's.

"Wish I'd know that before!"

Both men laughed at each other's pain and the bar tender subconsciously considered cutting them off. Then she realized that they had only had three drinks so far and were probably just normally insane.

Miroku noticed the bar tender's odd gaze and decided to change the subject.

"Inu-Yasha, Sango said something about a wedding this morning on the phone…"

"Yah, Kagome's cousin is getting married. And, lucky us, we're all invited." Inu-Yasha said sarcastically.

"Where is it?"

"Hawaii."

"Hawaii?!"

"Jeeze, you're almost as giddy as Kagome was."

Miroku's eyes got huge. "Do you know what's in Hawaii, Inu-Yasha?"

Inu-Yasha felt pretty stupid. The truth was, he had no earthen clue what the big deal about Hawaii was. Until then he didn't even care, but now he was curious.

"No, Miroku, I don't know. Tell me: what's in Hawaii?"

"Only some of the beautiful beaches in the world!"

"Since when do you care about beaches?"

"Since I want to see Sango and a couple of other gorgeous women in bikinis!"

Inu-Yasha sighed in disgust then took a drink of his beer.

"You're too predictable."

Miroku got up and went over to the girls' table. Inu-Yasha watched him. Miroku put on his best polite face and asked Sango to dace. Sango looked to where Kagome had been sitting for reassurance, but found the girl had deserted her. Sango reluctantly agreed and went to dance with Miroku.

Inu-Yasha looked to the seat that had previously held Miroku and found Kagome.

"Wanna dance?" she asked him.

"Uh, sure."

The two went off onto the dance floor and were soon dancing right along to the obnoxiously loud music.

The rest of the night went on just about the same way, with a slow song here and there. As much as Sango hated to admit, she enjoyed dancing that close to Miroku. Miroku, undoubtedly, loved it as well. Kagome and Inu-Yasha had a great time, but Kagome had to drive him home, because he had had one too many shots.

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My notes:

I realized I made a huge booboo last night when I put up the first chapter. I forgot the disclaimer! I was so taken up with trying to figure out how to format the document to upload, that I forgot it! Well you can consider this a disclaimer for the first chapter: I DO NOT OWN INU-YASHA OR THE REST OF THE GANG!!!! I am terribly sorry that I forgot it. T-T Forgive me…?

Okay, now that I'm out of grovel mode, I…well I don't know what I was going to do.

--Lady Netiri ^-^