The Club

Christielea54

Chapter Three

Thursday afternoon she came in like usual, steeling herself for more of Inuyasha's slave driving. She walked behind the bar and put on the apron with the white lettering that said The Club. Inuyasha appeared from out of no where behind her. He was always doing that! "Let's see what you can do," he said.

"Huh?" she replied intelligently.

"Look," he said, motioning behind her. She turned and looked. Three girls came in through the boor, the bells above it chiming merrily as they chattered among themselves. Her first customers! They went over to the couches and dumped their books there before coming over to the bar.

"Hi! How may I help you?" Kagome asked brightly.

"Two diet cokes and a lemon-lime please," one of them said. Kagome took out three cups and straws and the soda tap. How did this thing work again? She pressed the buttons on it. Nothing came out. She shook it a little. Still nothing. She could feel her cheeks heat up in embarrassment. "Umm… Inuyasha? How does this thing work?"

Inuyasha came over and stood next to her, just barely smothering his laughter. He was laughing at her! How dare he?! It's all his fault for not showing her how anyway! "Like this," he said with a grin as he flipped a switch under the bar and pressed a button on the tap. Number two was for the lemon-lime, and three was for the diet coke. He handed the girls their sodas and turned to look at her, after which he burst out into laughter all over again.

She crossed her arms and pouted. "You could have shown me that before!"

"You're right. I could have. But it was just too damn funny!"

"Hmph!"

A few hours later Kagome looked up from the book her English teacher had assigned her to see someone new come into The Club. He walked in as if he were home from a long day at work. She marked her page and stood up.

"Hi, can I help you?" she asked. He jumped at her voice and looked over, seemingly surprised to see her there. But that was quickly concealed by the pleasant smile that washed over his features. He looked as if he were around nineteen, maybe twenty, his hair was slightly longer than was usual, and he had eyes so dark blue they were almost purple.

"A pretty new face!" he exclaimed. "May I have the honor of knowing your name?"

"Kagome." She was irritated to find out that she was blushing a little.

"That's a lovely name! It's nice to meet you."

"Oh, thank y-" She stopped dead. Was that his hand?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?

Inuyasha was in the back adjusting the thermostat when the resounding sound of a slap filled the air. Conclusion: Miroku must be back. He shook his head half in dread and half in amusement at his crazy friend's behavior. He was such a womanizer! Wait… Kagome was the only girl out there… He started to get up to go pound some sense into Miroku again, but stopped himself. Why should he care what happened to her? She was just another girl, and from the sound of it, well able to defend herself. But, he reasoned, he should probably go see how Miroku had been. Wait… he'd never cared before. Inuyasha decided to ignore the voice that was telling him that he just wanted to go make sure his friend still wasn't hitting on Kagome. Oh, to hell with it! And he stomped out of the room.

"Miroku!" he yelled. He noticed that Kagome had retreated to her bar stool, with a very red face, to try and finish her reading assignment.

Miroku turned to face him, which revealed a red mark on his cheek, most likely from Kagome. "Hello Inuyasha! How've you been?"

"Okay I guess. It's been pretty slow. And what took you so freaking long! It's been a week and a half!" Inuyasha accused.

Miroku just shrugged. "Couldn't leave before old gramp's funeral."

"Oh. Sorry man."

"Never knew the guy anyways." Miroku stepped behind the bar and tied on his black apron.

"Wait one minute!" Kagome cried. "You work here?"

He looked over at her as if she were daft. "Well, yes."

"Oh…"

"I'm assuming that you've been hired here as well?"

"Yeah. Isn't Inuyasha such a slave driver?" She sighed dramatically. "He keeps lording his position as boss over me," she shot him a dirty look, at which he rolled his eyes in response. "And he made me polish this counter top twice."

Miroku raised his eyebrows in seemingly innocent inquiry. "Boss?"

"Yeah," she said, wondering where Miroku was going with this.

He sent Inuyasha a grin. "Kagome, the only boss we have is Sesshomaru. And he's never here."

Slowly, Kagome turned to Inuyasha with a glare that would have made any man want to run and hide.

"Aww shit," Inuyasha swore.

"Inuyasha?" she asked sweetly.

"What?" he replied warily.

"You better RUN!" And with that she began chasing him in circles around the bar. When it became obvious that she wasn't near fast enough to catch up with him, she started grabbing the obnoxiously, but fun colored pillows off the couches and began to lob them at the back of his head.

"Hey!" he shouted, and with a smirk threw them right back at her. She froze for a moment, and then she started to laugh. Not smile or giggle, but really laugh. Kagome didn't have perfectly combed or straight and shiny hair, but when he looked at her just then, laughing and her slightly out of control waves bouncing around, she looked prettier than any other girl he'd known. Beautiful, even.

Miroku stood behind the bar, and watched as the two raced around it. Two weeks, he thought with a rather kinky smile. I give them two weeks.

Before long, both had fallen to the ground, laughing hysterically. As Inuyasha watched her collapse with a happy sigh on one of the couches, he realized that he couldn't remember having such a good time in ages.

Inuyasha sat on the would-be stage polishing his guitar when the bells above the door jingled as Kagome walked in. "You're late."

She rolled her eyes. She was two minutes early! He was just a grump. "Hello to you too!" She put her things away and put on her apron. "Hey Inuyasha?" she asked curiously. "How come you never play that thing?"

His head shot up. "What?"

"You just sit there and tune and polish, tune and polish, and then, oh yeah, tune and polish some more!" she finished sarcastically.

"Feh."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Miroku walked in with a serious face. "It means that he doesn't want to talk about it."

Her face fell. "Oh."

"But because he won't tell you, I will!" Miroku exclaimed happily. "He doesn't ever play when anyone's around to hear him. I think that– oomph!" Miroku gave a strangled cry when he was tackled to the ground by a very pissed off teenage boy. "Shut. Up."

"Jesus Inuyasha. If you like throwing other men to the ground so much, then go join the wrestling team!"

Inuyasha's mouthy hung open for a minute, before he closed it with a snap, and jumped off Miroku like he'd been burned. "You're sick Miroku!" he said disgustedly.

"Yup. A total pervert," Kagome agreed, trying to stifle her laughter.

Miroku sighed contentedly from his place on the ground. "But I'm a happy pervert!"

Inuyasha rolled his eyes, and Kagome burst out into a fresh peal of giggles.

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No, it's not ALL going to be pointless fluff….

There's a really sweet part coming up for all you Sango/Miroku fans soon too!

Sorry if some of the spacing is off. I can never figure out why that happens.

If you've got any amazing ideas for this story, please review! I'd appreciate it!