Intoxicated

By: Itachi Silverwolf

Our arrival was well timed. After all the party hosted the mingling of several large interlocking companies. I realize several have paid for their date rather swiftly. None of them prove to have enough class to act like more than high paid hookers. I watch a few even leave their date waiting for them at a table upon going to greet me. I decide I'll introduce Itachi. The raven male remains silent at my side with each introduction. His hand tightens a bit around my arm. The action is subtle enough not to be noticed by the crowd, but I feel it. Who would've expected that my choice wouldn't care for the crowd.

Guiding Itachi along to mix in the crowd does not prove to keep greetings away, though they are less. I soon decide that to order drinks and figure I'll discover what happens once I add alcohol to the equation I all ready had. Would Itachi prove violent or a tease?

The first drink is accepted with a bit of hesitation. It was obvious there was something on the raven male's mind. With a murmur I inform my slightly reluctant partner I've done nothing to it. The same flecked eyes seem to inspect my body language a bit before actually taking a drink. The slightly hidden reaction told me that Itachi didn't care for champaigne. My next order would have to be something different. There was no way I had plans to continue forcing it upon him after that reaction. I decide the waiter will be picking up one champaigne glass empty and the other barely drank from.

Upon a pass by of the waiter I place the glasses on a tray. Itachi gives me a slight glance. My response is a half of smirk. I wanted Itachi comfortable enough to accept another invitation from me, but I also did not wish to appear like I would've stalked the guy. After all he was a paid for date. My next idea is to try wine. The younger male watches me a moment curiously. I realize that only when I notice his head tilt just slightly. Hopefully my next choice would turn out well. Though if I didn't I could always make my way to the bar. There had to be something the raven male liked.

It would be easy to find a wine that was liked. After all several wines were offered upon the pass of another waiter. The next glass I place in front of Itachi doesn't even get me a look. Maybe it was obvious to him what I was up to now. I watch a moment as briefly a sly grin crosses lips. I seem to pout though when Itachi decides the red wine isn't something he cares for either.

If Itachi had been anyone I'd purchased before he'd have been drunk by now on glass after glass of whatever was offered. After all it was free to the one I'd place money on for the night. Though watching Itachi had had thougths of purchasing for the morning as well. I figured my next try would be a white wine if I could make it possible. For now Itachi's attention was on the sound of string instruments. Long lashes move as eyes close for a bit. So classical music was an interest. I felt I had to note that for myself.

The white wine I choose doesn't even seem to slightly interest Itachi. Matter of fact the glass is skipped over for water. Now that brought a bit of pout into sight. Upon my movement from the table to gret someone I watch Itachi turn just slightly in the chair. His hands rest on upon the back of the chair with his face somewhat hidden. Though when my hand reaches towards him the movements from the chair to my side are smooth and cat-like.

My attention changes as someone moves towards us. I realize it's one of the waiters with a drink. The smell tells me the shot is expensive. A single malt scotch. Half a smirk plays on Itachi's features as he and the waiter have a slight conversation. Onyx eyes seem slightly playful as the shot is accepted with ease. The glass is tilted slightly in the direction of another just brielfy before it's drained. Now it's my turn to be amused. So he was into something a bit harder than what was being paraded around. Now that interested me. Though I coldn't help but be a bit jealous that someone else paid for that drink not me. Though I should've known that the raven male had to be a bit popular without being one to remove his clothing. Especially since the speech from the agency seemed quite rehearsed.

My eyes narrow a bit as I hear someone call Itachi by name. The younger male reaches taking a hand and kissing it. I soon realize the female in front of me isn't quite the empire I have, but she has influence. I hear her snicker and watch her hug Itachi mentioning something about being diappointed to hear upon her call that he was all ready taken for the night. I watch Itachi give an apologetic look along with a few sweet words. A blush spreads across features. Itachi kisses the female's cheek in a farewell as I decide it's time to break up this little reunion.

The scene was a reminder that unlike many I had chosen before Itachi did not bluntly have a preference in gender near the needed details. I soon make a decision that I fear will fall flat seconds after I decide it. Placing Itachi against me on the dance floor I can't decide my first step. Especially when the younger male takes slight advantage of the way I have my arm around his waist to slide his up around my neck. His scent is intoxicating much farther when he leans back just enough for me to feel his breath against my skin. Once again those eyes have me trapped. I'm drawn to them.

Why did a creature this sexy have to know what he was capable of? Surely he did, didn't he? Soon my decision is to try and lead Itachi along the floor. The raven male seems to watch my feet a bit before deciding to follow. As things press on with the music his head ends up against my shoulder. He chose the tinyest things and yet still drove me wild. It was hard to admit to myself that a purchae was getting the better of me. This one I wuld definitely purchase again. Murmuring to Itachi a moment about the hour earns me half a smirk and a very light kiss. Though I really wish to see how far that kiss could go I decide tonight isn't the night to try.

My thumb trails lightly down his jaw line briefly after the kiss breaks. The response of turning slightly into my touch drives me even more towards taking this boy out of the party and trying for more. Evading my senses is nothing more than a scent I can't place. If it is a colonge I can't place the brand. There's a small smirk when I end up attracting someone to fetch a couple of drinks to the floor. Obviously I was sticking with champaigne. He would have to suffer with the taste from my lips. Though the taste of scotch left in traces upon my lips made me lick my lower lip just a bit. Slowly is realize that the scent drawing me in was citrus oil with a bit of sandalwood. It was not a purchased cologne at , he smelled good!

A/N: Still in search of ideas. But I'd like to think I'm getting better.