Wicked Ways

Rin sat at the bar of the club, sighing some as she stirred the mixer straw in her drinking, watching the brown and clear liquid mesh together. Her eyes rose, looking back to the dance floor at her coworkers as each on fell into his or her own groove of dancing. Rin turned back to her drink, wetting her deep purple stained lips as she raised the glass to her mouth, drinking heavily. She knew it was a bad idea to come to this party.

“Having fun?” Hiten spoke up behind her as he sat upon the barstool next to hers, watching her closely as she finished her drink, pushing the glass aside.

She frowned and rubbed her head, the cat eared headband shifted slightly upon her head with her movements. “If you must know…no…not at all…” She spoke softly before turning to the tender, ordering another drink as he neared the two. Her gaze looked back to Hiten as he faked a pout before leaning to her, smiling devilishly.

“Anything I can do to help, Rin?” His voice played with a dangerous tone she recognized immediately. The tender returned with her drink and she paid quietly, before grabbing the glass and slipping from her spot. ‘I need to get the hell away from this.” Her eyes closed a moment as she dropped her head.

Suddenly, a familiar laugh caught her ear. Inuyasha’s laugh. Rin cringed harshly, knowing her wishes of Wicked Ways not being in attendance at a Demon’s Ball was asking much. She let her eyelids flicker open, before she turned her gaze away from the laughing and headed for the stairs.

Crowds of people shifted about her, every person lost in their own world of music, drugs, alcohol, whatever sin they preferred. Finger brushed loose strands back behind her ear, feeling someone tugging on the delicate fairy wings laced to the back of her dress. Her head whipped back, catching Kagome’s gaze as she smiled happily.

“The band’s here…they want all of us to go to their VIP room.” She shouted over the music, her hand dropping to grab Rin’s as she turned to lead her towards the group, but Rin froze, falling deadweight in her stance as her fingers pulled from Kagome’s

Kagome blinked, tilting her head slightly before she put two and two togetand and nodded, turning to head back. Rin, herself, turned and stepped upon the stairs, ascending to the purple lit room of couches and furs. She kept her gaze down, never making eye contact with anyone passing by. Fingers moved to her vinyl corseted dress, fixing a loosening tie before they smoothed over the flared vinyl skirt upon her hips.

She weaved and darted, finally making her way to a back couch, half submerged in shadow. Thoughts filtered through her head. Be strong and face him, or claim defeat and run away. She bit her lip, before chugging down her drink, settling back against the couch as she whispered thoughts to herself.

Rin crossed her legs, looking to the pattern of fishnet upon her thigh as she thought, getting lost amongst her mind as the club thrived about her. Ever since he had left, she hadn’t been the same. ‘Two months…..two months since he left and every night you, Rin, lie awake fearing the dreams in your head.” Every dream had been of him, every lustful thought, every lonely idea had been only of Sesshomaru, and she hated herself for Sh She hated the vulnerability she felt when she thought of him. His touch, his sinful gaze, his kiss….

Rin groaned, her hand coming to her head as she tried to forget the memories. Working hadn’t helped her. Drinking hadn’t helped her. Even a vacation hadn’t helped her.

Her feet planted to the floor as she stood, looking to the bar as she swirled the ice cubes in her empty glass. She walked slowly, bumping into a young man as he bobbed back and forth to the bassy music. She mouthed an apology and moved on, colliding clumsily into another person. Fingers lost grip of her glass, sending it shattering against the floor.

She whimpered a bit, looking down to the glass before her breath caught in her throat, hearing the person she bumped into speak. “So fitting of you to be dressed as a little sex kitten, Rin.”