𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 - 𝘋𝘰𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏

MAYDAY.

The music was too loud for your likings and the dance floor was suffused with red blinding lights, resembling a picturesque representation of a modern Hell. Or, at least, what Hell looked like according to you.

Once you and your exuberant friend had somehow spotted the rest of your group, you were glad they had reserved a table for you. The black settees covered in velvet were inviting and, since dancing was not an option you had contemplated on your way to the club, you wasted no time in slumping down onto the comfortable seat.

«If you are not going to dance, at least, have a drink. Don't be such a disappointment. But I know you are a party pooper, you can't help yourself» a soapy feminine voice crooned in your ear, earning a side eye from you.

You sighed and turned your head to the left, only to be greeted by a purple mask, big doe gradient violet eyes and matched bangs. There she was, your petite and caustic best friend: Shinobu Kocho, brilliant student and nasty girl, specilised in snippy statements that caused people to constantly wish someone would make her taste her own medicine, sooner or later.

«I may be a disappointment but, at least, I can uncap bottles without asking for help like a plaintive beggar...» you fired back, a malicious grin gracing your red-painted lips.

Shinobu and you had quite a unique way to communicate. Teasing each others, even crossing the lines of respect, somehow, entertained you both. No one could have ever understood how you two never held a grudge at each others. You just never got offended over her antics.

«Neat» she replied, quirking her eyebrows up and pursing her lips at you approvingly.

«Joking aside, I really need a drink. You know, I almost got run over. An experience I would not recommend» you nervously chortled then, catching the attention of Obanai.

He halted, nodding his head as if he was mulling something over, before he pointedly commented «Well, look on the bright side: you were already dressed up for your funeral» he scathingly cooed, earning a scandalized gasp from Mitsuri and a great guffaw from Shinobu.

"You little snake..." you thought, clicking your tongue at his witty remark. Although he was wearing a black Oni mask covering the lower portion of his face, you knew he was probably grinning from ear to ear.

However, you had a mission: gulping down some shots to forget about the prior mishap.

You stood up, huffing, and jabbed your finger at him «The only reason why I haven't killed you yet is right beside you. – you told him, darting your eyes on a flustered Mitsuri who was clinging to him – Now, I am in a desperate need of alcohol. See you later, guys. Or never again» you announced, taking your leave to search for the bar.