"Look!"
"What?" Mamoru asked wearily. He barely turned his head, only to have a hand smack it as it turned. "Wow, you really got me good that time."
Usagi clapped her hands as she erupted into a fit of mirthful giggles. "I know!"
Mamoru grinned unwillingly as his golden-haired companion began to sing snatches of a song which he suspected she had just recently thought up. Apparently, tone-deafness went hand in hand with tipsiness.
"Usagi, I have no idea what you were thinking, going to that party."
"Seiya said I could!"
"Yeah, well, Seiya's an idiot," Mamoru said feelingly. "I don't know why you hang around him."
Usagi giggled to herself, hiding her mouth with a hand.
"Now what?"
"You don't know."
"Well, that is why normal people (like myself) ask questions."
"It's a secret."
"Ah. I won't pry then."
"Where'd Motoki go?"
Mamoru sighed, biting back his impatience. "You've asked five times already, Odango."
"Don't call me that!" she said with spirit. Mamoru rolled his eyes—some things never changed, in spite of a lack of sobriety.
"Where's Motoki?"
"We dropped him off back at his place. Remember?"
"Oh. Did it hurt?"
"Huh?" Now Mamoru was just plain confused.
"When we dropped him, silly."
Mamoru's lips parted so he could clarify what he had meant. He thought better of it, though. "I didn't bother to ask him," he said in a grave voice. They walked along the moonlit asphalt curb, silently for a few moments.
"Turn here?" Mamoru asked. Usagi had convinced her parents that she was sleeping over at Rei's; he was determined to make sure that this time around, she would do just that.
"I think so. I guess. Yeah. Do you really want to know about Seiya?"
"Uh…"
"Cus he told me not to tell you."
Mamoru looked at her sharply, a cold fear creeping into his chest. Just what kind of relationship did he and Usagi have, exactly? Why had he taken to hanging onto Usagi recently, accompanying her into the Arcade so smugly every day?
"I think you should tell me," Mamoru said firmly.
"Seiya told me not to."
His eyes narrowed down at her, and she widened her own. "Usagi…"
"Well, here's the temple. Thanks Mamoru!"
"Are you sure you'll be okay?" he asked, forgetting his suspicion and replacing it with concern.
She nodded right before stumbling into him. He caught her form in his arms, automatically wrapping them around her. He grinned into her blushing face.
"Just a little light on your feet," he teased softly.
She gazed up at him, moonlight painting her lashes silver-gold. He drank in the blue orbs shimmering beneath them, the golden bangs, softly fluttering in the wind. "Good night, Usagi," he whispered, barely managing to speak. He didn't want to let go but he knew his body would betray him into doing something she, in her intoxication, would regret. He gently pushed her away.
She muttered something as she walked away. He immediately swore the wind chimes and soughing trees had garbled the words he thought had reached his ears.
"Seiya's wrong—jealousy can't help you win a guy. All you need is a little Smirnoff."