The girls arrived early, around 10:30pm, but the party was already in full swing. Music was pounding and alcoholic beverages had obviously been distributed to guest. The house was a two story one, with a neat trimmed lawn, and a big pool in the back. They parked in the lawn, along with several other cars and made their way up a stone, curvy pathway. Upon entering the house they found it was even more beautiful than the exterior. The ceilings were high and one wall consisted mainly of large glass windows. A grand stone fireplace, made of large sand colored stones, was in the middle of the living room wall. On the cherry wood mantle was a large 62" plasma TV, that was turned to some sports channel. In front of the fire place was a red modern sectional. A cherry wood coffee table held multiple martinis and various other beverages. The girls stood in awe. They soon found their way outside. Just past the pool was a gazebo. To their right was a fire pit, and to their left a bar. The decided to make their way to a bar. A tall bartender with a small ponytail had his back turned to them. "What'll it be?" "We'll have two martinis please." Kagome replied sweetly. "Coming right up." The girls decided to take a seat. "Here you go." The bartender smiled turning around. "Miroku!" Sango explained, a large smile crossed her face, "I'm glad we found you." "Sango." He gave a toothy grin, "Glad you could make it. Who's your friend?" He asked, flashing a look at Kagome." Kagome blushed from the sudden attention cast on her by Miroku's violet eyes. "Kagome." She smiled back, unsure of why she was blushing because Miroku clearly had a thing for Sango. "Pleasure to meet you." He reached out and they shook hands. "So you own the whole house?" Sango asked, eyes wide at the thought. "Not exactly." He smiled, "I split the rent with a buddy of mine." Suddenly a slow song began playing over the loud speakers and people began pairing up. Miroku held his hand out for Sango, "May I have this dance?" Sango blushed furiously and stammered out a "Yes." Then adding, "Is it alright with you 'Gome?" "Of course." She waved them off, "You better treat her right Miroku." Kagome winked. "Of course." He replied, leading Sango to the dance floor. Kagome sighed, she enjoyed being single but she sometimes still missed the companionship of a male counterpart. As she began to get lost in thought a gruff voice called out from behind her. "Hey." "Hello." "What's your name?" "Kagome." She replied, sipping on her drink. "And yours?" She replied. "Kouga." He grinned. He was definitely a wolf demon, she could tell that much. He was kind of cute too. "Would you like to dance?" The song was almost over so she thought, why not? They made their way to the dance floor. At first he was completely respectful but his hands slowly began to lower, testing her limits. "So," he smirked, "Pretty lady like you got a boyfriend?" "Um, no." Then she added quickly, "Happily single." This didn't seem to phase the demon. "You come her alone?" "No," she gulped, "I came with a friend." After what felt like forever the song ended and Kagome sputtered out an excuse so she could leave. She didn't know where Sango and Miroku were so she went inside down a long hallway and hoped that it was alright for her to do so. She noticed stairs to a second floor and decided she could sit in the hallway and that hopefully no one would bother her. She made it up the stairs and to the end of the hallway without seeing anyone. 'I wonder which room is the bathroom?' She thought. She opened one directly to her right, just slightly. 'Nope. Bedroom." She tried to her left, 'Arcade room? Nope." She took a step forward and looked to her right again. She opened the door, stepped in and found a library. 'Where is it?' She asked, growing agitated. She opened another door and found a bedroom that consisted of mostly white, black, and red, in the right corner was another door. 'Please be a bathroom.' She prayed silently. She turned the door, "Thank Kami." She grinned. "Lost?" A male voice asked behind her, by the tone of his voice he wasn't as concerned as it was peeved.