The Drinks

Haruka stood by the punch bowl, sipping her drink out of her pink glass. She listened to the gentle chatter of the people around her and watched as they walked around, smiling and laughing. Now that she had calmed down, the party suddenly seemed much more calm than before. It no longer seemed like a blur of movements and sounds. She no longer felt sick, more so at ease.

She took another sip of her sweet punch. She let the flavor swirl around in her mouth as she swallowed, letting the fruity juices stream down her throat. She smiled, enjoying the taste of the drink. lifted her glass to take another sip when a flash of red moment caught her eyes. Suddenly something scooted next to her. She turned her head, taking in the image of the person standing next to her.

A boy, around her age was standing next to her. He was faced away at the time, talking to someone. He had a wrinkled, black suit with a white shirt on underneath. He had gray pants and black, polished shoes. Under the fold of the color on his white shirt parts of his tie stuck out, showing how messily the tie was done. He had probably been trying to loosen it as well. His hair was red, messily sticking up everywhere.

Suddenly, the person he was talking to, a man with brown hair and gray eyes, who turned out to be Reiji, left the red head. The boy sighed and turned to the punch bowl and began to pour himself a glass. Now that Haruka could see him face, she realized she recognized him.

"Ittoki-kun!" Nanami smiled. He turned to her while sipping his punch, confused, not recognizing her voice at first over the roar of the crowd. Until she came into him sight. Realization rose across his face, along with a wide smile, pulling the punch cup away from him, forgetting about it.

"Nanami!" He smiled, putting his red glass down. Nanami put her's next to him and smiled at him. She was relieved to see someone else she knew walking around. As nice as the party was, she was a bit lonely, since all her friends had to mingle with other people. "Nanami... you look... beautiful." He blushed lightly. He shifted his eyes, avoiding looking at her, a bit shy after seeing her in her beautiful dress.

"Thank you. You look handsome too." Haruka smiled. She had to admit, it was a little big on him, making him look a little younger. Otoya blushed when she complimented him, gulping a little.

"E-eh!? R-really? Thanks! Tokiya picked it out for me." Otoya stuttered, scratching the back of his head.

"It suits you." Haruka smiled, giggling a little.

"Thanks. So how are you enjoying the party?" He asked, looking out into the crowd with his ruby, red eyes. He seemed to relax again, the blush falling from his face.

"It's a little noisy," Haruka admitted. "But I'm enjoying myself."

"Thats great to hear." Otoya smiled, flashing his teeth. "But I have to admit, it's a little hectic. Especially the girls." Otoya sighed, rubbing the back of his head. He shook his head and gave a dry chuckle. He reached back and without looking, picked up his pink glass of punch, sipping it. Haruka did the same, sipping out of her red glass. She sipped it peacefully, looking out into the crowd. Then, she turned to Otoya, intending to ask him if he was hungry when the pink glass he was holding caught her eyes.

"Wait.." She whispered, causing Otoya to look at her out of the corner of his eye, still sipping from the glass.

Confused, Haruka looked down at her sparkling red glass. She stared at it intently. Wasn't her glass pink...wait... Haruka looked at Otoya, who looked at her, confused. Haruka's face was dusted in a light blush, realization hitting her. Otoya, on the other hand, was confused, staring at her, not sure why she was blushing. Though, he had to admit...she was cute when she blushed.

"What?" He asked, blushing a little from his previous thought.

"That glass..." He lifted up the pink glass, looking at it, not seeing what was wrong. "...Was mine." Otoya, after taking a few seconds to let her words sink in, jumped, nearly dropping the pink glass with red liquid on the floor. Surely if he hadn't caught it, it would have sent the red liquid flying onto them. Haruka looked down at the red glass in her hand, still blushing. "And this one..." Otoya looked at her, cheeks red with embarrassment. "...Was yours." Otoya's face lit up red like the Christmas lights and he swallowed nervously. He was a little shaky, not sure what to do. "...Indirect kiss..."

"G-Gomenasai!" Otoya blushed, putting the pink glass down on the table and bowing to Haruka. Haruka blushing at his attempt to apologies.

"I-it's okay." Haruka stuttered, hanging her head down nervously, keeping eye contact to an absolute minimum.

"Otoyan!" They looked up to see a familiar brunette walking over to them. He wore a black dress coat and black dress pants. His tie was white and he wore his white fedora with it's blue ribbon.

"Re-chan?" Otoya said, blinking at his sempai. How much had he seen?

"Otoyan, I told you, five minutes to drink, then back to mingling. Come on, I got something cool to show you, Otoyan!" Kotobuki Reiji smiled, grabbing Otoya's hand and dragging him across the room. Haruka stood alone by the punch bowl, watching as they disappeared. She could still hear her heart beating in her chest and bit her lip, embarrassed.

"I can't believe I did that." She sulked, taking another sip from the red glass before remembering that it was Otoya's, putting it down quickly and moving away from the punch bowl.