Challenge Collection by Sessylove219 by Sessylove219

Margaritas and Cowboy Hats Don't Mix

Name: Margaritas and Cowboy Hats Don't Mix

Word Count: 1172

Rating: K+, for language

Prompt: Life

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She kept walking, trying to ignore that strange feeling, like all of the hair on the back of her neck wanted to stand up straight. It was impossible, seeing as how her hair was waist length, but those persistent little bastards still tried. It was becoming quite irritating.

She turned around, trying to see something, anything, that would validate this feeling she was getting, but she could see nothing.

Oh well, she thought, perhaps it was too many margaritas. "You know you shouldn't drink so much, it will only leave you with a headache and diarrhea tomorrow."

Great, now you are talking to yourself out loud. Just what you need.

Oh yeah. Definitely too many margaritas.

I am never letting Sango talk me into Tuesday night margarita night again. I don't care if they are only two dollars. I can't stand that loud bar with all the jerks wearing cowboy hats and big belt buckles. Why are there so many of those types of bars around here anyways? This is JAPAN! They should be wearing kimono or something! Not American Western duds! I really don't think they will have to wrangle any wild horses or chase any Russian thistle! What is this world coming too?

"Great, ranting to yourself too! Nice!"

Oops, she spoke out loud to herself again.

Tequila and miko do not mix, apparently.

Kagome continued walking away from the bar, and still had that feeling that there was something wrong. It almost felt like...

"Like I'm being watched!" She spun around and saw the reason for her unease. There, in the middle of the sidewalk, was the most gorgeous creature she had ever seen in her entire life. He was very tall, nearly seven feet, and had silver hair, golden eyes, and the most delicious facial markings. She just wanted to run her tongue along each and every one.

Bad, Kagome! Bad! She chastised herself. Stupid hormones! Stupid margaritas! Ooh...I wonder if there are any more strips I could lick...

She stood there, transfixed, looking at the silvery creature that had stalked her from the bar. He certainly didn't look like the usual patron, but she remembered feeling like something was wrong the moment she had stepped foot outside it's doors.

She knew he was youkai. Sure, they were rare, but not unheard of. If she were not so incredibly drunk, she may have figured out that her miko powers were also telling her of his following her, it was not only the sixth sense all creatures have when they are being watched.

Her voice slurred slightly when she asked him, "What do you want?"

He just looked at her, studying her. It did little except infuriate her further.

"What is your problem!" She huffed, crossing her arms under her chest in defiance. "Can't anyone walk down the street in peace? Why are you following me? Did someone steal your chew toy?"

He narrowed his eyes in annoyance. She could obviously tell the type of youkai he was...that was very strange. He could not sense any reiki coming off of her, but perhaps it was her inebriation. He had watched her drinking with her friend all evening. She was like a flame to all of the other patrons, drawn to her like moths. She had even drawn the attention of his brother, who had caught sight of her while standing on stage doing a very drunk version of "Hangin' Tough" by New Kids on the Block karaoke-style.

Drinking games were fun...especially when the one you are playing with has no head for drink and no mind to understand his limitations.

Sesshoumaru had watched her from across the room, and when she left and his brother tried to follow her, Sesshoumaru intervened. Inuyasha stumbled out the door to the bar, and Sesshoumaru gave the nerve in his shoulder a good pinch, and down the inu-hanyou went.

Sesshoumaru, being the honorable youkai he was, decided to make sure the miko got home safely. The longer he followed her, sensing the violent shifting in her aura and hearing her speaking to herself once in awhile, the more he was curious. What type of creature behaved like that?

Curiosity...it had gotten him into more trouble, fights, and battles than anything else in his long life. It was bound to be his downfall.

She was getting ready to give him a piece of her mind when she heard a crash from behind her and saw a creature bounding towards her, wearing a red shirt, blue jeans with the requisite large buckle, and yes, even a white cowboy hat.

The new addition to this strange group rushed forward and stumbled on, what seemed to Kagome, air. He reached forward and grabbed at anything to stop his fall, and didn't understand why his stick-in-the-ass half-brother was growling. Then he looked down.

His hands were on the miko's breasts.

Perfect.

"Hanyou, leave, now!" Sesshoumaru growled. He make to grab the hanyou but was surprised to see him already on the ground. He turned to the girl and extended his most heartfelt apologies.

"I don't want to hear it!" She screamed. "His dirty paws just left marks on my new shirt!"

She turned around and stomped away. He followed her until she was at her door. She knew he was following and allowed it, hoping that when she arrived, he would leave.

Sesshoumaru tried to calm her and assure her that he would buy her a new shirt, but she was having none of it.

She walked into her door, but not before shouting, "Why don't you stop harassing me! Leave me alone!"

He turned and walked away.

She turned to the inside of her small apartment and huffed in annoyance. "Great job, Kagome, you once again chased off a hot guy. First Hojo and now someone too shy to give you their name." Such a shame, he was rather mesmerizing...

She went to the window and looked down, wanting one more look of the handsome stranger with the beautiful markings. She saw him fighting with the one she assumed to be his brother underneath her window

"Sesshoumaru...you must really be scraping the bottom of the barrel this time. She smells and looks lousy." A lie, that. She smelled like hydrangea.

A loud growl issued from the throat of the one named Sesshoumaru. "You will not speak of the miko that way." Wow, she thought, apparently chivalry was not dead. Just on life support getting last rites.

The two brothers began to fight with their oversized swords (no symbolism there...Kagome thought). Bored and irritated she sent a wave of spiritual energy out, getting the attention of both males.

"I am not some bone to be fought over. Jeez, get a life!"

They left the sidewalk in front of her apartment, but not before Sesshoumaru slipped something under her door. She ran to retrieve it. It said simply...Sesshoumaru Taisho, Taisho Corp., you are enchanting. Call me.

Perhaps there was something to say for those garish American bars after all.

A/N: Russian thistle is also known as tumbleweed