January 2nd, 7:30 a.m., Prindle Street Café
"Kagome, you better have kissed him. I didn't come out at this ungodly hour for nothing, you know." Sango sipped her coffee, shooting Kagome a glare over the top of her mug.
"Sorry, I know you have a cushy evening job, but some of us have to work normal people hours," Kagome grumbled.
"So did you or didn't you?" Sango pressed, ignoring the jibe.
"I don't know."
"What? Don't tell me you got that drunk!" Sango exclaimed. "What's the point of partying if you can't even remember all the fun you had afterwards?"
Kagome pouted. "I didn't mean to drink that much. It just kind of happened. You would not believe the quality of alcohol served at this party. Trust me, you would have gotten at least as sloshed as I did."
"Maybe," Sango allowed, taking a bite of pastry. "What kind of champagne was it?" She asked around her mouthful.
"Dom Perignon."
"No way."
"Way," said Kagome, licking muffin crumbs off her fingers. "The guy's house was incredible too. I wouldn't be surprised if he has a money tree in the back yard or something."
Sango chuckled. "Or a printing press in his basement."
"Probably both," Kagome giggled. "But anyway, yeah. So I have no idea if I kissed him or not."
"But let me guess, you still feel guilty?"
Kagome sighed. "Yeah."
Sango shrugged. "If you can't remember, you could always call and ask him."
"What?" Kagome looked horrified. "Are you kidding? I'm never talking to that guy again!"
"Why not?" Sango asked. "It's the only way to find out," she said reasonably. "He didn't take advantage of you, did he?"
"No!" Kagome exclaimed. "I woke up next to him on his brother's couch, but we were both wearing all of our clothes, and I didn't feel like I had sex, and there was no physical evidence of it anywhere, so…"
"So then why won't you call him?"
"Because!"
"Seriously? Second grade reasoning now?"
"Alright, fine. You wanna know the reason?"
"I'd like to hear it." Sango put down her cup of coffee.
Kagome took a deep breath. "Because he has a horrible sense of humor that I can't stand, teases me to death, calls me 'Kaggie,' he looks like fucking sex on a stick, and has this smirk on his face all the time that's all—"
"You like him, don't you?" Sango interjected.
Kagome buried her face in her hands. "I don't know about that," she grumbled between her fingers, "but I really wanna fuck him."
Sango arched her brows at that. "Well at least you've got that sorted out."
"Huh?" Kagome raised her face from her hands. "You're not going to tell me I'm a terrible person for even thinking about it when I'm already with Kouga?"
Sango shrugged. "No. It's not really any of my business whether you cheat or not. I'm not exactly in a position to judge, you know."
"You've cheated on Miroku? How would you even have time? You guys go at it like rabbits!"
Sango laughed. "No, I haven't cheated on Miroku. But everyone makes mistakes. Sometimes the mistake is cheating on the person you're dating, and sometimes the mistake is dating the person you're cheating on."
"And you just have to figure it out, right?"
"Pretty much."
"It's harder than it sounds, isn't it?"
"Depends."
A/N: Another installment. Apparently I'm on a roll today. Review? :) -ebj