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she hoped her attempts at responding weren't to obvious but at the same time made their impact. she liked this guy. whether it was the handsome face, no doubt glorious body, and masculinity rolling off him in waves or the whole being a good father with gentlemanly manners, miyako couldn't help but want it all. it had been at least a year since she had flirted with someone though, let alone wanted to flirt with someone. her skills were probably a bit rusty. she just hoped they weren't completely blunt. she was starting to feel the sake now. miyako remembered why she didn't usually drink the damn thing. rice wine tended to hit quickly, even only after a few drinks. she was only a little tipsy though, thank goodness. drunken flirting usually only resulted in one thing, in miyakos experience; a sore head in the morning and either someone in her bed or miyako in someone else's bed.

as ryûsuke spoke she had to stop herself from laughing. not necessarily at him, but just at how well he was playing his cards. if every guy said the things that he did, they would have a lot more luck with the ladies, that's for sure. she nodded her head though, distracted by his eyes again. he'd said her eyes were pretty, but what about his? damn if miyako couldn't stare into them all day. i'm acting like a teenage girl with a silly little crush, she thought, but still she couldn't help herself. his were the nicest shade of almond with at least a couple specks of gold. or at least, that's what miyako could see. she didn't have her glasses on but hell if she couldn't exaggerate a little. the shape of them was perfect too. miyako and her friends had a term for these kinds of eyes. bedroom eyes. the kind of eyes you want to be looking into during a hot steamy session or waking up to in the morning. damn damn damn. this night wasn't going to end well at all at this rate, was it? she had two paths she could walk down and while one was a little more daring than she usually was, it sounded a lot better than the run home to bed option.

"i- i know i've only just met ashura, but i feel like i can say that you really have done well with him. for a kid of his.. background, and even now in the position he is in, he's truly wonderful. i hope--" miyako's little rambling was cut short when she felt liquid spill all over her. she hadn't heard the ruckus of the drunken man at all in time to move, busy as she focusing on ryûsuke. for a moment it took a bit to actually set in, but as she felt the sake soaking through the front of her flimsy dress and down into her cleavage she had to bite her lip from swearing. and this time it wasn't a sexy kind of bite to the side, but a full on sink her teeth in hard enough to nearly draw blood kind of bite.

"o-oh i'm sooo slorrry," the man drunkenly apologised. he was picking up napkins, trying to wipe up the mess. miyako recovered from the shock just in time to stop him from trying to wipe the sake from her cleavage. her hand closed around his wrist and move it away from her, firm enough to not be gentle, but politely enough so that he wouldn't get too offended.

"it's alright, it's alright," she chimed, forcing a smile to hide her own embarrassment. trust her night to be ruined by some drunk. she did feel sorry for the poor guy though. he looked miserable. "you poor thing. you're going to have the nastiest hangover, aren't you?" she stood up, releasing her grip on his arm. annoyed as she was with him she genuinely did feel bad for him. it was in her nature to. "make sure you go eat something soon, okay? and drink lots of water. i'll deal with this." she gave him a friendly wink, and he seemed to get the hint to move off into the crowd. hopefully toward a source of food. having dealt with him, she moved on to the next issue. looking down at herself, miyako cringed. the dress was clinging to everything now. how much liquid could that guys glass of held? from the chest to her midriff, the dress was soaked. the smell of it was making her queasy. grabbing a few napkins, miyako tried to clean up what she could from her chest.

"i'm sorry, ryûsuke-sama. it looks like i'll have to head home now."