Introducing college students, Eriol and Tomoyo.

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054. Drugs

Tomoyo gave a little sigh as she finally sunk onto her sofa after a long day at the university. Kicking off her shoes, she wriggled her toes smiling to herself as she stretched, glad to be back at home. She looked around the flat for any sign of her cousin, finding it odd that Sakura wasn't in the living room watching TV.

Just then, the front door of their shared apartment opened and in stumbled Sakura, looking rather dazed.

Concerned, Tomoyo immediately stood up and moved closer towards her cousin. Taking note of her glazed over expression and sniffing the air around her, Tomoyo eyes widened as she took her cousin by the arm. "Holy crap Sakura, are you high on drugs?"

"Nooo." Sakura slurred. Then with a dreamy expression on her face, she reached out a finger and curled it around the tendrils of hair on Tomoyo's shoulder, "I like your hair Tomoyo, have I told you that? It's all soft and pretty and flowy, like the barbie dolls I used to have."

Tomoyo wrinkled her nose, trying to prop Sakura upright, "You smell like weed."

Sakura struggled out of Tomoyo's grasp and staggered to the direction of the sofa, "I was at a party. That one I told you about!"

Tomoyo followed closely after Sakura, "Yea I remember."

Sakura collapsed onto the sofa, burying her face in the pillows, "There might have been people smoking joints. I don't know. But I didn't smoke any. I think."

"Uh huh," Tomoyo pulled the shoes of Sakua's feet and wondered how she made it home, "You didn't come back by yourself did you?"

"Nope." Sakura said, enunciating her p's with a pop, "Someone very nicely dropped me off. I think. Or maybe it was a very large bunny." Saying so, she mimed bunny ears on her head and started hopping, or she tried to anyway as her feet got tangled on the throw Tomoyo had left on the sofa.

Tomoyo was going to kill the guy who gave her sweet, innocent cousin weed. "This party is the one over at Seijou Hall right?"

Sakura blinked and then squinted her eyes as she tried to recall, then she nodded, "Tell Syaoran and Eriol I said thanks."

Clearly, she was kinda out of it.

"Syaoran and Eriol." Tomoyo repeated, "Those are the guys who threw the party?"

Sakura resumed her burrowing on the sofa, "Tell them I said thanks! I think they gave me something but I can't remember what. I forgot to say thank you too I think. Say thank you for me?"

Tomoyo was going to kill them. Syaoran and Eriol, whoever they were.

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Cursing inwardly, Tomoyo finally completed the long trek from her apartment to Seijou Hall on campus. Saying a silent apology to her feet, she entered Seijou Hall, looking for her targets. The place was packed to the brim with drunk college students and the heavy beat of the bass was starting to give Tomoyo a headache.

Grabbing someone who looked slightly less drunk than the general populace, she told him, "I'm looking for Syaoran or Eriol."

The guy she had a firm hold on blinked in response and made an exaggerated show of placing his fingers on his temple as if trying to recall where he last saw them. "Syaoran left to sent some girl home. I don't think he's back yet."

"Fine." Tomoyo huffed, "Where's Eriol?"

"Oh, you're looking for Eriol? Well, why didn't you just say so?" the nameless dude exclaimed happily and Tomoyo had to fight the urge to roll her eyes. Then, she remembered that this guy was probably 2 drinks past drunk so she rolled them anyway.

"Well, where is he?" She asked impatiently, trying to get the guy's attention again, since he looked like he was going to pass out soon.

The now drunk fellow pointed to a tall bespectacled guy next to the punch bowl across the room and Tomoyo wasted no time in stepping over him as he slid to the floor.

"Are you Eriol?" she questioned as soon as she was within hearing distance of the douchebag.

Eriol grinned, ignoring Tomoyo's scowling face, "Yes I am! Do I know you? I'm quite sure I don't, because I would most definitely remember a face like that." He sent a wink Tomoyo's way.

Tomoyo scoffed, clearly not impressed with his flirting, "How could you give Sakura weed? She's an innocent!"

Now, Eriol looked confused. Whether it was because Tomoyo wasn't responding well to his flirting or because he was genuinely confused with her question was anybody's guess. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh really?" Tomoyo asked archly as some guy stumbled past them smelling like weed, looking very dazed and muttering something about how Santa was real.

Eriol had the grace to look sheepish. "Look," Eriol started, scratching the back of his head, "there might be weed at his party, but trust me, I have no clue as to where it came from. And I most certainly did not give Sakura weed to smoke."

Tomoyo narrowed her eyes at Eriol and pressed a finger to his chest, "I know your type. You drug innocent young girls into a high and then proceed to have your wicked way with them!"

Eriol chuckled, "Wicked way with them? You sure have a way with words lady."

Tomoyo crossed her arms and let out a sound that might have been a growl, if only the music wasn't so loud for Eriol to hear properly, "If I find you within five feet of Sakura again, I will gladly demonstrate for you what five years of self defence classes can do for a girl!"

Shooting another glare at Eriol, Tomoyo spun on her heel and marched out of the party.

Eriol could only stand there watching as she left, wondering what the hell just happened.

Syaoran appeared from behind him, "Who was that chick? She looked pissed off."

Eriol shrugged, "I don't know. She accused me of being a drug dealer and then threatened she'll hurt me if I ever went near Sakura again."

"Oh." Syaoran replied, "That's strange."

"Tell me about it." Eriol said, still looking at the spot where Tomoyo had disappeared from.

"I know that face Eriol." Syaoran said suddenly.

"What face?" Eriol asked, not even bothering to turn to face Syaoran.

"It's your I-am-very-turned-on face."

Eriol smirked, "Maybe."

"You're disgusting. And probably sadomasochistic."

Eriol turned to Syaoran with a grin. "She's probably Sakura's friend. I need her number."

Syaoran raised an eyebrow, "Whose?"

"Both actually." Eriol replied, "I need Sakura's number so I can ask for her friend's number."

Syaoran shook his head, "I don't have Sakura's number."

"Seriously?" Eriol asked, eyeing his friend.

"Seriously." Syaoran replied as he pulled the punch bowl away from some thirsty party go-er. "Sorry man, the punch is off limits."

Eriol shoved a beer into the thirsty party go-er's hands, then stepped around him to Syaoran's side, "I'm revoking your man card Syaoran. You've been pining for that girl since the first day of classes!"

"Shut up." came Syaoran's voice as he picked up the punch bowl and threw its contents out the window.

There was a beat of silence as Eriol mulled over his eventful evening.

Placing the now empty punch bowl back onto the table, Syaoran broke Eriol's train of thoughts. "I know where Sakura stays though," he offered.

Eriol grinned, "Sweet. I'll pay a visit."

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Left some loose strings to tie up. Expect a sequel next. It'll probably be fun to see Tomoyo realising she falsely accused Eriol or to see Eriol trying to get on Tomoyo's good side. Or better yet, to see Tomoyo drop a roundhouse kick on Eriol when he turns up at her apartment door. Ohohohoho. The possibilities.