InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hooking Up ❯ part two ( Chapter 1 )

 

Hooking Up

 

Continuation of chapter one: You Are NOT Invited...

 

-Dancing, drinking, dabbling in each other, gambling-and accede to Kagome. What choice did they have if they wanted to be invited back? This was her crib and they were her guests.

The strikingly gorgeous raven haired heiress to the Higurashi sports franchise fortune was the only daughter of Rita Higurahsi, owner of Delmonico's. This particular luxe penthouse lounge, overlooking Las Vegas's famed strip, was one of three such salons in Kagome's private quarters.

Kagome waited until all eyes were on her, and then signaled the D.J to cut the music. With a toss of her long silky hair, she raised her glass high and sang out, “Here's to Kouga Ookami, Capitan and”-she stopped to place a chaste kiss on his cheek-“supreme leader of UNLV's Running Rebels lacrosse team. Butt will be kicked this season!”

A chorus of “Yeah, babys,!” “You said it's!” and “Rebels rock!” greeted her toast, but Kagome only cared about the reactions of three people-her Girls, who'd been on her ass all week about “being nicer to kouga.”

Had her munific-immundo gesture registered with them?

“Kouga's da man!” roared dark haired Rin, hovering over her boyfriend, sesshomaru, at the poker table. She hoisted her champagne glass and sent her an approving wink.

“The jock rocks!” seconded tiny Kagura from the blackjack table, her cone-shaped hair done tonight in shades of red. She slammed her beer down ordering the dealer to “hit me, dude.”

Kagome cut her eyes toward the marble topped bar where Sango, who could be the most cloying of her coterie about “doing the right thing,” who would also be the one person at the party who hadn't heard her.

For her benefit, Kagome repeated, “One more time! Let's give it up for Kouga Ookami, leader of our Running Rebels lacrosse team!” Sango whipped around, accompanied by the sound of her jangling bracelets. In Kagome's opinion, of all her Girls, Sango had by far the best body-tall and curvy, with lush, wavy hair, killer boobs, killer booty, killer smile.

She favored Kagome with a broad grin. “I'll drink to that,” she chirped.

Kouga belched. Loudly.

Kagome curtailed her cringe reflex, and laughed heartily. How cute was he? was the message she transmitted to the revelers. All the while silently praying, Please don't hurl. She tried to remember how many beers Kouga had downed in the last hour or so. But her boyfriend emitted nothing more than an endearingly sloppy smile and charming tilt of his head. “Uh, oops. Thanks baby.”

She signaled to the D.J to start the music back up, but Kouga grabbed her arm. “Wait.” He addressed her guests: “I have a few words to say!”

Kouga's frat buddy, sitting next to them, laughed. “He has a few words to slur!” A lacrosse teammate added, “Say it, don't spray it!” A hearty round of laughs greeted the jokes.

“Come on,” Kouga countered, “I'm not even close to hammered. I just wanna say `Hey' to my babe, for throwing this party tonight in my honor. You're the best.” He wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her to him. Which she would have tolerated if he stopped there. He didn't.

“So here's to Kagome Higurashi,” he shouted, “best of breed and all mine! Mine! Mine!” Okay, now she cringed. “Kouga, stop,” she whispered, nuzzling his cheek. “Don't be modest kags lemme show `em how amazing you are.”

“Not necess-“

“Waiter!” Kouga snapped his fingers, summoning one of the roving tray-palming butlers. “Tequila shots all around!”

Kagome had two choices. She could play along, regale in the spotlight, or she could cut him off- with a kiss to build a fantasy on. Though the second one had ramifications (Great sex expectations is what rin liked to call it). She opted for it.

Kagome was especially not up for another round of nauseatingly mushy public displays.