Okay, okay, okay.

So perhaps indulging Kagome and her friends into a drinking game was not one of my best ideas. Especially not 'Fuck the Dealer'. The game could turn any self-respecting man into a drunken mess, and the game had chosen to target the poor InuYasha.

It had become dark outside when the half-demon finally managed to move from Miroku to me, there were only six cards left in his clawed hand. That meant good news for me, of course. I won four out of six times, as I managed to keep the turn on me by winning like the drunken master I became. But for the poor half-demon, this meant forty sips and I vaguely remembered the half-demon gag multiple times as he downed the many cups of sake.

Damn. I wish I brought my Jägermeister. I would have loved to see him down one in a competition with me. I would have won without trouble, of course, as Jäger was my favorite drink. But unfortunately for me, I had not brought any liquor to the past. Normally I just drank Jäger while I thought of the past. Could anyone besides me see the irony?

Anyway, his speech became slurred and he had issues controlling his voice. It had become quite hysterical, to say the least. After the game finished, I insisted that we had to do a round of shots, and of course, truth or dare. And it had been quite fun. Well, until the headmaster decided that we became too loud and the night grew too late. I chose to ignore the rude comment he tossed in our direction that women should not drink.

And so, we were walking back towards the old priestess' hut to finally rest. InuYasha had one strong arm draped around Kagome's thin shoulders and the monk supported the other. Sango and I walked behind them, trying to hold our laughter as InuYasha managed to trip on the muddy ground for the fourth time, almost bringing them with him.

"This has been so much fun, Miss Moore," Sango slurred and smiled brightly. I nodded. "You certainly know how to party!"

"Thank you!"

"You are very welcome!"

I laughed and fought to maintain my balance on the slippery, muddy ground. I grumbled, as I took not that my shoes had become stained. Perfect. Perhaps it had not been the smartest move to bring my favorite shoes to the feudal Japan. I should have brought my hiking boots instead.

I groaned and leaned down to take them off my feet.

Sango gave me a puzzled expression.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't want my shoes to be ruined by this nasty, cold mud!" I exclaimed and the woman gave me an odd look. "Don't you dare look at me like that, girl! These are really expensive shoes from a really expensive brand. They almost cost me my entire salary! But it was so worth it!"

She gave me another look. "Who pays that much for a pair of shoes?"

"I do!" I yelled and laughed. I gained the attention of the trio that walked in front of us. "They're comfortable. I always pay extra for comfort and quality! It's important use good, but nice, shoes in my occupation!"

I leaned on the woman's shoulder for support as I bent down to get the other shoe. The action caused a lot of blood to rush to my head and I staggered back – landing, ass first, into the mud. I groaned.

Kagome let out a loud laugh, her normally pale cheeks flushed by the large amount of alcohol she had consumed. I glared at her as the trio consisting of the monk, the half-demon and one drunken shrine maiden turned around and snickered at my fall.

"Can't hold you liquor, Hannah?" Kagome taunted. Man, that girl got really brave when she drank. Usually, Kagome stood silently beside me, smiling innocently and let me take care of everything. Including the bashing, the hating, the sarcasm, the sassy-bitch talking and – usually – the payment whenever we went out to eat. The poor girl did not have a job.

I smirked at her as an idea popped into my head.

Kagome's face fell as she saw my hands move together playfully around in the cold, dark mud. My eyes gleamed playfully.

"No," she whispered. "Hannah, no!"

"Do you remember when you asked me about magic, Kagome?" I asked in English and grinned. Her eyes widened. "And do you remember what I told you about me being in my right element? Her small mouth fell open.

"Hannah," she warned and took a step backwards. "Don't – don't you dare!" Another step.

I grabbed a nice hand of mud into my now dirty hands, which by the way went all up to my elbows, and hurled it towards Kagome. Said person squealed as the dirt flew towards the trio, covering her face with her hands. Unfortunately for me, my aim was not the best while affected, but just a little affected, by the Feudal Era sake and my target shifted from a frightened Kagome to a very drunk InuYasha, who landed on his back with a yelp.

As the mud hit and dirtied the half-demon's beautiful, silver hair I held my breath – waiting for the bomb to go off.

Wiping the mud off his face, he stood up and yelled at me, "What the fuck, woman?" My eyes widened as he hunched and gathered a large pile of mud. "I'll kill you!"

As the half-demon threw the muddy pile, I ducked and the pile hit Sango. Oh, this was not good. I glanced up at her from my crouched position on the ground and she was seething.

"Why, you…" she hissed.

The half-demon's eyes widened. "S-Sango!" he stuttered and fell back on his ass. "She started it!" he yelled and pointed at me as I stood up only to fall back down. This time, on my back, dirtying my thick locks, which I knew, would take hours to clean.

Miroku laughed loudly as he probably was unable to keep his humor to himself anymore. And I had to agree, even in my drunken state, that we looked ridiculous. There we were, drunk and covered in mud – throwing mud like wild children. The monk's action, however, earned him a glare from his wife. And as mud flew in the monk's direction another was headed for me.

It hit me square in the face.

I glanced at Kagome, but the girl gave me an innocent face before she looked away. But I knew better. As I was about to throw my pile at her, the half-demon stood up on wobbly legs, swaying both left and right – hand on the hilt of his sword. This gained the attention of the others.

"I smell Sess – Sessh…" he panted, no doubt from the thinned blood and alcohol running through his system. "Damn it!" He cursed. "Sesshoumaru!"