A/N: Not going to say much right now, enjoy this chapter cuz I've never written anything like this. Thank you so much for everyone who reviewed. Special shoutouts to blusorami, sorry I missed ya, you reviewed right when I uploaded the new chapter XD. Oh, I shall leave this with a quote: "If you're not wasted, the night is" –Bacardi

Someone Out There
Chapter Twelve: Slipping into Ecstasy

The bar was crowded. Everyone was already drowning in beer and then some. The crowd was put into an illusion of happiness as beer sucked away reality and threw them into ecstasy. The music was loud, a beat over and over again. Sango eyed the crowd looking for Miroku. Some people were dressed as vampires, while some girls wore nothing more than lingerie. She smoothed down her black skirt and adjusted her black tie. She chose to dress as a school girl again, but this time all in black. "Nice outfit," whistled a frat boy. She looked disgustedly at the beer dribbling out of his mouth.

It was getting hot. She loosened her tie and unbuttoned the collar to get some air. She picked up a cup of beer and sipped it slowly. She didn't feel like getting drunk in a crowd of anonymous people. Sango looked around again, failing to find Miroku or anyone she knew. She hastily downed the beer and went to a corner to sit down. He's probably off with Kagome, her mind told her. It was a good thing, really. Spending time with his girlfriend…he was getting serious after all. That's what she wanted him to do. With who was another story.

The frat boy returned with two beers in his hand and offered one to Sango. She eyed it suspiciously. "I didn't slip you anything, promise." he said drunkenly. Like hell you would know, she thought darkly. Ugh, the stench of beer was everywhere. She made her way to the doorway hoping to escape only to find herself back at the counter. "What can I get you?" asked the bartender expectantly. He looked grouchy. Who wouldn't? Working late at night serving intoxicated lunatics. That was why Sandy never worked late night shifts.

She turned around. A tousled boy with burgundy hair…that was Miroku. "Miroku!" she called out to him. He couldn't hear her. Miroku was too busy sucking face with Kagome. Ugh. "A Bacardi," she ordered. The bartender raised an eyebrow, skeptical of how much she could take, but made no comment as he turned to pour her a glass. "No, the whole bottle." interrupted Sango, slamming down enough change to buy her two bottles. He muttered something about stupid teenagers and handed her the almost-full bottle of Bacardi and a can of Coke to mix.

The crowd continued to jump up and down to the music. Sango put her lip to the mouth of the beer, wincing at the strong taste. She paused, flipped open the can of Coke and poured it in to mix. There. The strong smell of Bacardi reached her nose before it reached her tongue. She squeezed her eye shut and drank a big gulp. The strong flavor burned her throat. Her tongue can still taste the lingering Coke. The alcohol shot to her head as she steadied herself. She continued. Two gulps. Drink away veracity, her mind chanted. The music seemed more in beat and less of a racket. Another gulp. The people are not as scary anymore. She swung the bottle around as she made her way to Miroku. One more gulp. She hiccupped and laughed. She sounded ridiculous…but that didn't matter. Nothing mattered. She was listening to those voices in her head again. Two more gulps and she was into a state of stupor.

She saw him make his way towards her. She squinted, that was Miroku right? "Shit," she cursed realizing it was the frat boy. Why wont he leave her alone? "Miroku?" she called out. She walked around, occasionally drinking, walking deeper and deeper into oblivion. She unbuttoned the second button, realizing it was too hot in this room. Her tie was hung loosely, the knot still in place. She looked at the knot, vaguely remembering the first time Miroku taught her how to tie a tie. Miroku. Where was he?

"Sango?" That voice! She turned around. She skipped over to him, as best as she could in her state. "Drink with me," she ordered as she wrapped her arm around his neck. "Why are you so drunk?" said Miroku ignoring the question as he pushed the bottle away. Sango dismissed his question, and made her way to the counter again. Barely making it there standing up, she stabilized herself on the sticky counter, slipping slightly from a beer spill. "One more Bacardi please," she smiled sweetly to the grouchy bartender.

"Drink," ordered Sango again, pushing the bottle in his face.

"No I-"

"I drank with you when bitches broke your heart, well it's your turn." interrupted Sango. Her head was feeling a bit nauseous. She didn't feel drunk enough yet. She took another swig at her bottle of Bacardi. "Did something happen?" asked Miroku concerned.

"Drink it please?" she pleaded. Her head was spinning from all those questions. Miroku figured a few sips wont be that bad. He tasted the strong rum and felt it sting his senses stiff. Sango cried gleefully ushering him to drink more. He tried to stop, only to be threatened by her glare.

A few seconds passed, then a few minutes, then an hour. Two bottles of empty Bacardi laid forgotten on the table. Miroku had come to a state of drunkenness: everything was vague, fuzzy yet his other senses had never felt more alive. He listened to the rapid breathing Sango was taking. Sango took Miroku's hand and led him to dance. Their bodies moved together in rhythmic motion to the music beat. His arms wrapped around her waist burying his face in her sweet tangy hair. His leg brushed by hers as they continued to talk with body language. All sane thoughts had left his head. All he could concentrate on was this girl in front of him.

Sango leaned over and brushed his lips with her own. She smiled, watching the effect as Miroku leaned in. He pushed her against the wall, his lips never leaving hers. Miroku breathed in the strong smell of Bacardi on both their lips. Nothing was gentle about this as he let his alcoholic senses drive him. He unbuttoned a button on her shirt. He parted his mouth, prodding her lips with his tongue. She welcomed it, feeling her adrenaline rush with each stroke their tongues touched.

Sango let out a sigh as he dug his head in her neck, pinning her more tightly against the wall. She ran her fingers through his tousled hair, feeling her leg against his. She let out a gasp as she felt his hand trail slightly to the side of her leg. Sango held his chiseled jaw and kissed him again. Her senses wild, her mind in a state of haze. She listened to Miroku's heavy breathing as they continue to drown in their ecstasy. His mind went wild and he left hand prints all across her. Miroku tightened his grip on her leg. He wanted to get out of here. He needed more. "Let's go." he said hoarsely. She nodded not wanting the rapture to end so quickly. Miroku led Sango slowly to his car and drove away in the dusky night.

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