--Drunk--
Kagome sat at the low table, a tumbler full of sake cradled in her hands before her. Miroku and Sango sat on either side of her, exchanging worried glances over her bowed head. Inuyasha had left to follow the soul-stealers again- a day and a half ago. Picking up the cup, Kagome tossed back another mouthful, lifting a hand to wipe away a few stray drops at the corner of her mouth. Sighing dramatically, she turned and placed a hand on Miroku's shoulder.
"Miroku..." she looked up at him, eyes teary. "Am I really sho unatt- unnattra- not pretty?" Tears began to slide down her face, and a small hiccup escaped. "Ish Kiky-ho that much better that meee?" She was crying in earnest now, tears soaking the monk's robe. He sighed and hefted her out of her seat, letting her cling to his shoulder.
"Lady Kagome..." he paused as they stumbled together out the door, on their way to Kaede's hut. "I don't suppose you'd be willing to reconsider my offer to bear my-"
Kagome interrupted him with a faint wave of her hand. "I'm not that drunk, Houssshi."