Cheers
"Come on!"
"No you come on. I'm tired."
The two agents had retreated to the seats. Syaoran had wanted to rest some more, but Sakura's energy level had burst up with all the excitement and didn't want to be dancing alone, again. Especially after that creep gave her that malicious smile. Shivers exploded throughout her body at the mere thought. She was playing tug-a-war with Syaoran, his arm was the unliky rope.
"Come on!" She went on begging. "I don't want to dance all by myself!"
"You're dancing in a crowd of people. How are you dancing by yourself?" The man shoved his free hand in the air directed to the mob of moving colours.
"Pleeeaaassee Syaoran!" She pleaded as well as pulled on his arm with her weight. "Dance with me, please! You're even lucky I'm asking you."
He sighed and pulled Sakura's arm, and flung her into his lap. His arm was wrapped around her waiste snuggly. It'd be a complete lie if she said she wanted him to let go.
"What are you doing?" Sakura turned to him confused and surprised.
"Making you rest with me."
Syaoran fit his chin over her shoulder, closed his eyes and lay his head against her neck.
"But I want to dance!"
"I know. That's why I'm making you rest with me." He said.
"That isn't fair." Sakura defended. "Because I was trying to make you dance with me and you aren't dancing."
"So suddenly everything is you and me now, huh?"
"When was I ever not stuck with you?"
"True." He gave her that. Sakura grasped his arm and tried to unclaw it from her.
"Kay, we've rested more than enough. Now let's dance!"
Syaoran sighed and loosened his grip on her. She stood up and took hold of his hand.
"Do you ever run out of energy?" Syaoran blew teasingly. Sakura didn't answer, she just laughed at his amusing sarcasm.
Sakura and Syaoran started dancing to Toma by Daddy Yankee feat. Lil Jon and Pitbull. They were having a marvelous time until...
"Hey there," Miss long-black-hair cut in between Sakura and Syaoran. Sakura was somehow pushed back into the sidelines. She had stopped dancing and stood there amongst the crowd. Every once in awhile there had been a gap to where Syaoran and the woman were dancing...happily.
"Bitch." Sakura breathed. Her teeth were clenched and her fingers were now engulfed in a fist at her sides.
"Hi." A voice interrupted her burning fire.Her fire burned stronger when she saw it was yetanother stupid male. As though he had just fed more wood to this burning flame.
"Get me a drink." She glared at the poor man. "And don't even think about spiking it."
She didn't notice when he leftas she took a seat, just a bit awayfrom the place she had been standing. She stared at that spot, she had been shoved off to. Sakura folded her arms and crossed her legs. Her finger and foot had tapped away dangerously. Her eyes were transfixed upon that gap that let her peak at Syaoran with that whore.
'How can he smile and laugh with her?' Sakura bit the inside of her cheek...hard. 'What a tramp.'
"Here you go." Sakura tore her glare away from the two to see a man. That same annoying man from a minute ago.
"What do you want?" Sakura snapped. He continued to hold out her the wine glass. Once she noticed this, she snatched it away with a brief thanks. She gave it a quick whiff to make sure it had no funny smell. Then a sip sensing no funny taste. Women were powerful. They could hold men to be at their every whim.
"Good. You didn't drug it." She began to calm down.
The man held out a wine bottle. "Nope, right from the bottle." Sakura grabbed it from him as he sat down across from her. 'Excellent. This'll come in handy.'
The man noticedher calm nature that had replaced her angry one. I wouldn't really say she was calming down considering the mischieviousideas beingdrawn wildly in her head. The man smiled at her. He had calm blue eyes and spiky black hair.
"Hey!" Sakura squinted her eyes to get a better focus at his image. "You're that guy I bumped into earlier, when I was dancing."
He smiled at her. "You remember!"
'Well duh! It wasn't that long ago, idiot! Hehe...Syaoran isn't going to like this creep.'
"Call me Jo." He said.
"Yakate Sakura." She paused trying to remember back to the last name she used with Kaori,before finishing her glass, ready to pour anotherright up to thetop. Jo started talking, but Sakura didn't listen...at all. This guy didn't seem to get it, and kept on yapping like a dog. Annoyingly.
"C-can Jo get me another...hiccup...bottle for me." Sakurarequested getting drowsy.
'Man! It's really hot in here. Everything is getting all demented!' Sakura turned her head to see the little gap after she tipped her glass full with the second bottle.
"He wouldn't even dance with me." The mumbled words came out slurred. "He's gonna pay. I'm going to make him pay. I'm gonna get sooooo drunk, he has to take care of me! Hahahaha!"
"What was that Sakura?" Jo asked her confused.
Sakura's eyes shifted around frantically for answers. "uh...good drink!"
Jo's eyebrow lifted awkwardly at her. "Okay?"
After a few more minutes, in which Sakura finished the second bottle, guys were surrounding her.
"And you know," Sakura laughed. "I did not know where I was! Do you know where I was?" She looked around at the men who laughed. Her half-lidded eyes caught sight of Syaoran with that woman, ahem, tramp. He was laughing. Really, he was laughing! It wasn't your fake-haha laugh. It was a good-hearted one. When did he ever laugh like that with her? A lot more then she realizes.
Sakura's eyes remained fixed on that stupid gap. That gap wasn't only thething that drew apartfor her to peak at Syaoran at this time, but it was a gap forming in the relationship they developped. Syaoran, the one thatwent through to get a relationship like this the very least, was now digging that crevice.
It opened and closed, just like their relationship, and Sakura was now watching a film. What kind you ask? Horror, as psycho music plays. Sakura may be drunk, but her concious side was sure that everytime that stupid slot opened up to see what was happening betweenher man...err...Syaoran and the floozy, the tramp was getting closer and closer to Syaoran. So close, to the point she was touching him. Her hand stroking down his chest, from his broad shoulder down, down, down she goes!
"BITCH!" Sakura yelled out hysterically. Surprisingly Syaoran didn't hear her, but the guys she was surrounded by looked at her queerly, a mischievious smirk dawned across their faces.
"Th-That's where I was. I was at...Bitch." Sakura laughed proudly, covering up her humiliation. Wasn't that the lamest thing ever?
"What's that?" The men asked her confused.
"It's a club back in Kyoto." She lied. I'm guessing you're wondering how Sakura is able to cover up when she's drunk. Mind you, she isn't entirely intoxicated. I mean, being a trained agent that is. But considering she was not used to the alchohal, it affected her greatly. Right now, she was losing her sober half. So her mind was still in tact, obviously. And the cover up thing? It was a habit. She was trained for a bit in the dramatic arts, in order to keep her cool in a mission and improvise in certain situations.
'Look at him dance...' She thought bitterly, away from the perverted and desperate creeps talking, laughing and drinking. 'Does he even notice I'm not there? Why won't he look for me? I'm his goddamn partner for goodness sake.'
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'Where's Sakura damnit?' Syaoran thought heavily as he found this girl's seduction uncomfortable and irritating. 'She should have saved me by now. Does she even see this? Is she jealous yet?'
Syaoran didn't like this girl. He could see the mounds of make-up on her face. What she was wearing was a little too much... or too little. Some fine adjustments and it would turn out sexy instead of skanky. That is, if it were worn by Sakura.
The floozy's hair was too long and you could see the sticky hairspray holding it down. Her perfume was intoxicating and deadly, not in a good way. If she put on onemore spritz, Syaoran, along with the rest of the people in the club, would've died. Poisened. This woman had no naturalness to her. Every bit of her true identity was covered up. Even the air around her clung protectively to her for her own desperation of wants and attention.
The only reason Syaoran was there, was because she had mentioned Tempta Co.'s head.
"Did my cousin send you here for me?" Syaoran remembered clearly.
"I don't think so." Syaoran laughed at her, ready to ditch.
"Do you even know who my cousin is?" The woman smiled. Syaoran looked at her wierdly, shaking his head.
"Sempa Aki. She owns this place you know. I could get you in for free sometimes you know."
Women. Syaoran loved them so much. They had the answers, they were sexy and just so vulnerable sometimes. This morning's incident, the in-car incident and the incident that happened half an hour ago allwith Sakura flashed in his head. He laughed at how each time she reacted differently.
Now he was there, stuck listening to this bullshit about herself. He tried asking her some casual questions about Sempa Aki or Spinners, but she would always come back to the well-known topic of...herself. It was probably the only thing she really knew, Syaoran thought.
'What a ditz.' Syaoran sighed in his head. He had faded out a loooonnnggg time ago.
"Aaaawwweee dude! You have to come see this..." Syaoran heard some guy saying to his friend. "Some hott girl is getting drunk."
"Really?"
"Yeah! She's awesome."
The boys were looking over the ruffling heads with craned, outstretched necks.
"Where is she?" Syaoran heard the other say.
"There! She's wearing a pink short skirt and this hot black top. Her hair is like this cute brownish colour."
"Hey I see her!"
"You do? Pretty hott, huh?"
"Wooooo...yeah."
"She's on her third bottle of wine."
"What's her name? Did she say?"
"I'm not sure. I think it means flower in kanji. I'm just not sure which one-"
After that, things started to click in Syaoran's head.
Sakura! He had to find her.
Syaoran abruptly ditched the annoying tramp without thinking.
'Sakura! Where are you?' Syaoran weaved through people. Actually, he pushed and shoved his way all over the place, concentrated on finding the intoxicated girl.
"Hahahaha! And you know who found me?" Syaoran heard the familiar voicedrizzle within the music to his ears. He came up to a large group of laughing and drinking men. And the center attraction: A pretty little drinking-
"SAKURA!" Syaoran glared at the mantle image of her ill-mannered sitting position, drinking wine. Not from her cup now, but the wine bottle itself. There weremen hanging off her desperately.
"Syaoran!" Sakura was shocked to see him there, angry. "Hey guys!" She laughed nowlooking around at all her new found friends. "This is the guy that found me!"
The men turned to look at Syaoran. Lifted their own drinks to him and chorused 'hi's.
Syaoran ignored them as he tried to squeeze through them to get to Sakura.
"Hey," Jo said putting his arm around Sakura's neck. "She isn't yours right? Cause she's totally mine."
Sakura laughed. "Hahahaha! Jo, you are soooo funny!" She squeezed Jo's neck in a tight hug.
"Aaaaawwww!" The men whined. "How come he gets a hug!"
Syaoran finally reached Sakura and trauled her away angrily. "No you can't have her." Syaoran glared at Jo. "So keep your hands off her. She's taken."
"Hehehehehee! He took me. I'm his." Sakura lolled over in Syaoran's arms. When she said 'He' She was referring to Syaoran, as he hurried away with her.
He brought her to the bar hoping to find Kaori. And he did.
"What happened to Sakura!" Kaori rushed over to the sickly-laughing Sakura and upset Syaoran.
"She's drunk." Syaoran said. "She drank like three bottles."
"Four!" Sakura corrected proudly, then burst into tears of laughter. What was so funny?
"Oh dear," Kaori rubbed her temples. "How?"
"A bunch of guys were drinking with her when I found her." Syaoran kept his concerning gaze on Sakura as she slumped over on the counter. Her giggle fits were calming down, as her chest rose and fell heavily.
Kaori ran off somewhere saying she was going to get a cold wet cloth for her and maybe something that will help.
"Why'd you do it?" Sakura asked seriously. Her eyelids covered half of her beautiful emerald eyes as she looked up at the man.
"Do what?" Syaoran stared at her.
"You came to get me." Her head shook dizzily a little when she tried to sit up straight like she was perfectly fine. "I was better off there." Sakura's hand flung out into the air, meaning to direct it to where ever she was.
"Better off there?" Syaoran's eyebrows furrowed as he spoke angrily. "One of those guys could've raped you!"
"They're my friends." She said, and mumbled "unlike you." under her breath.
Syaoran wanted to drown her into another kiss proving her wrong. But she was tipsy and angry at him. What was the point? He could prove her wrong, but what would happen next? What would they do next? What was the next step in their relationship? Why wouldn't anyone answer their questions?
"Bullshit." He turned away from her finally. There was no point in arguing with her just as well. Kaori came back with water and a cold wet cloth. Sakura held the cloth to her head. The cold wetness soothed her dizziness slightly, but gave off an aching feeling. She took the water as well.
Before she drank it, she came up close to Syaoran, staring into his deep amber eyes. Hers were just as angry and confused as his. Sakura brought the glass up the her lips, her eyes still captivated in his. "Cheers, Syaoran."
Hehehehe..Sakura got drunk:P I've never honestly gotten drunk before (unlike some of my friends), so everything i put in there was made up...hehehe. So correct me if I'm wrong please. Today, for me, was a snow day...sorta. Sooo i decided to make my time to typing out this chapter...and ggeeeeezzzz...it takes me so long just to type 4 pages of it, both sides. Anyways...i know this sounds crazy...but Hehehe I have another idea for a story other than 'Bad Girl'. Hehe..but I guess I'll finish this story before I start on my new extra Idea. Anyways...thank you all for the reviews..I just LOVE reading them. A lot of the comments you guys say are sooo interesting. Hehe well keep on inspiring me to write sooner. THANKSS!
