Le Disko

"Hitomi? So? How was it?" Yukari's beaming face popped up before her.

"… different. But let's not do this anymore, ok, Yukari?" stuttered Hitomi, slicking back her damp hair. Shoving the memory of the past ten minutes back into her brain, the track-runner grabbed her friend's hand, announcing that a round of drinks was in order.

The track runner snickered, downing another shot of... well, something or other. Yukari was watching with a shocked impression, but Hitomi didn't notice. She didn't notice anything at all, being too busy with her own muddled thoughts.

The night had worn on, but the music and lights were still going strong. Midnight had come and gone, but Hitomi barely even realized. Sweaty, her heart racing in her chest, the tomboy had allowed Yukari to treat her to a different amount of drinks. The red-head had conveniently forgotten, however, that Hitomi didn't drink. After ten full rounds, however, she was beginning to have her doubts.

"I'll have... hic... another..." Kanzaki slurred, grinning blearily at the bartender. He eyed her for a moment before sliding another full glass to the girl. She was, after all, a paying customer. Or her buddy was, anyway.

She's completely drunk... what have I done? Yukari mused, taking a sip of her martini as her friend dissolved into another random fit of giggles, her cheeks pink and eyes completely unfocused. This wasn't what she had had in mind when she had told the girl to loosen up. Hitomi, being an athlete, usually stayed away from alcohol. The poor prude had gone and drunken herself into a stupor. Even worse, she was a mood-swing changing drunk. One minute, she was giddy, the next minute she was brooding.

Hitomi failed to see Yukari's gaze of concern, however. The little drinkies were taking care of that. The more glasses she had, the better her mood got. Everything was great. She was having a ball.

"No, actually, you're not..." the sensible side of Tomi interjected, fighting against the powerful influence of the alcohol.

With a scowl, the girl finished off her drink, adding in a mumble to herself, "Shut up, you..."

In hope of distracting her from another round, Yukari nudged her friend. "So, meet any hot guys on the dance floor, 'Tomi?"

The drunken college student hesitated for a moment, staring down with a gloomy impression into her empty glass before sniffling and shaking her head vigorously. "Yes."

"Oh, really? Did you catch his name?"

A nod. "No."

"Hitomi, you're hopeless." With a sigh, Yukari turned back to her martini.

Weakly snickering, Kanzaki grabbed a full glass from the bartender and downed it in one gulp. A few drinks ago, she had come to the conclusion that the guy in the red shirt she had danced with had been a vivid result of her imagination. That was the only explanation. While she had still been sober, her keen eyes had kept up a regular scanning of the crowd, but the guy never showed up again. In fact, the whole dance with him had felt so ethereal that it only convinced her further that it had all been in her head.

After realizing how stupid she must have looked, dancing with an invisible person on the dance floor, Hitomi decided quickly to drink it off by chugging a few more glasses. Her entire outlook on alcohol had changed after that. It wasn't an addictive drink. Definitely not. It was nice, relaxing... it just washed her emotions away.

"Nice...hic... drinkies."She smiled, looking down at the collection of empty glasses she had started.

By now, her imagination was running rampant. That made-up guy? She was rather proud of herself for making him up in such vibrant detail, but he needed a name. Steve. No. Hiroshi. That was a good name. It matched perfectly with his unruly black hair and dark brown eyes... Hitomi's eyes began to slump.

Those eyes... brown as a vat of chocolate. She certainly wouldn't mind Hiroshi covered in chocolate. A giggle escaped her slack lips as her head began to droop forward. With those strong arms and light jeans...the table was getting closer and closer. Wonder if Hiroshi will ever come back...

"Hitomi! C'mon, let's go home..." Yukari's voice blew Hitomi's daydreams into piece as she wrenched the drunken girl up from the bar stool.

"No... need more... hic... drinksh..." mumbled the track runner, sniffling as she reached out in vain for her half-full glass of alcohol.

Yukari would not be dissuaded, though. Her care for her friend was stronger than that. "You're drunk, Hitomi, you need to go home."

A strong hand squeezed Hitomi's wrist, but the green-eyed girl hardly cared. She couldn't see straight. Everything was blurred into a lot of flashing lights and techno music. The hand pulled her along past dark figures and Hitomi stumbled after the bobbing red hair a few feet away. "Not...hic... drunks."

Nevertheless, Hitomi allowed her best friend to drag her along towards the exit, giggling and hiccupping along the way. It seemed like that strong grip around her wrist wouldn't ever loosen, when it suddenly disappeared. Yukari had dropped a glow stick. With a shrill giggle, Hitomi stumbled off, not thinking clearly. Maybe she could go have a few more sips of ... whatever she had been drinking. Maybe Hiroshi would come back.

That was when the alcohol hit her at full force, washing over her nullified brain and numbing her senses. She fumbled and tripped, too intoxicated to stop herself. A nap on the ground wouldn't be that bad, anyway.

A happy go lucky j-pop song started up in the background. The high-pitched Japanese voice pierced her buzzing eardrums and she hiccupped again in mid-fall. The kind floor came rushing up to meet her and a little sense of logic sparked in her brain, informing her that the impact would hurt. Oh well. Her drunk self was beyond caring.

Resigned as she was to her fate, it took Hitomi a good few seconds to realize that she wasn't about to fall over onto the floor anytime soon. No, a rather warm body had stepped into her way and she flopped into that, instead.

Her weak fingers scrabbled along the unsteady surface of a firm chest for a hold, confirming that whoever she had fallen into was a guy. As she grasped onto his shirt and her knees buckled, steadying arms looped around her waist, holding her up.

A soft breath fluttered over her ear. "Easy there..."

Her breath hitched in her chest, Hitomi shakily raised her eyes to meet dark brown ones. Vats of chocolate... Hiroshi? He was smiling gently. In response, Hitomi hiccupped and her eyes rolled into the back of her head, passing clean out.

Hmm. So all of you convinced me to un-One shot this and turn it into an actual story. In all honesty, I don't know where I'm going with this one, but... eh.

I considered going further with this, but laziness got the better of me. Sorry, guys.

Thanks for all of your reviews! You guys have no idea how much I adore reviews. They are my fuel, my air, my boosts to keep living.

So please don't forget to review! Tell me where you want this story to go, anything I need to improve... anything! I am good to my reviews, I geev j00 candeh.

majka- Yes, thanks, I tried to create a hot atmosphere in the first chapter xD I'm glad you liked it!

f-zelda­- Alright, alright, no one shot! xDD So they met again, y'see? Sooner than expected.

aan- Why, thank you! I'm happy you liked it.

Missing White Wings 15- I hadn't actually planned for the whole "imagination" thing, but your review got me thinking, so I suppose it's thanks to you that I got most of this chapter written on your idea, so thanks! But no, he's 100 percent real.

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CapT.Black- Yes, another Esca fic! I can't help myself, ok? The Van Helsing fic... mmm. It'll still in the works. I'm not too sure about it now. My plot kinda disintegrated for that one.