30 soups for Tomomi Ogawa

Chapter Five: Please, Don't Date Me

There was one grand rule about dating, according to Mami Sasazaki, and three minor ones that helped the blonde maintain order in the large universe of the love life. The principles were clear and easy, just like she wanted her existence to be: only love hotels, no breakfasts, no cuddling after sex. And the greatest law of them all, even simpler than those before, was rule number one in Mami Sasazaki's Great Book Of Dating. And it was "No dating." No. No shared dinners, no holding hands, no teddy bears on Valentine's Day and no cute nicknames for any part of the body, and that include breasts especially. No Thelma and no Louise. Just plain and short no.

Of course, when she was offering someone to spend few hours together, the guitarist was always straightforward about it and made it very clear that she wasn't looking for something more than an uncomplicated, but undoubtedly pleasurable, fling. For those short moments, she was as charming as a woman her type could be. Everything was light, filled with respect and understanding for the other person's needs but when the bodies started to cool down, and the pillows were becoming too inviting the moment was gone, and so was Mami.

And this night was no exception.

"Hey sexy-fingers, that was fun!"

"U-hu." Mami grunted in response, quickly pulled her pants and started to look for a shirt. She wasn't sure if she had lost it in the elevator, in the hallway of the third floor or the room. God, she so hoped it was somewhere in this space designed to look like an old dungeon because she really wasn't ready to sneak half-naked through the corridors to find that damn item of clothing. Guitarist's frantic moves were watched by the pink-haired woman who was still lying naked in bed. The girl didn't even bother with covering her body in the hope that she could lure her one night stand for another round, although she had to admit that she knew the chances were rather small.

"Say... wanna know why have I chosen this room?"

Mami didn't want to know that, what she did want to know was where her favorite shirt was. Bloody hell. Was the musician really that blinded by her needs just an hour ago that she couldn't control herself to the point of losing the sight of one, stupid top? Maybe it was on that pile of plastic bones? She had a vague memory of being pushed on them at the beginning of this late afternoon.

"Why did you choose it?" It was probably impolite not to ask this question to which answer would change absolutely nothing in Mami's life. Not even a one, single thing.

"Ah! Glad you have asked!" The blonde woman almost cringed hearing the amount of excitement in the other girl's voice. Something was irritating in the way that sound would go high in the middle of the sentence and then fall dramatically low; it was like a rollercoaster ride that went wrong. With every passing minute, Mami got less and less sure why she even went to bed with this person. Apparently, the lights in the club were dimmer than she thought or maybe they didn't talk enough? Whatever the reason was - what was done was done and besides - it wasn't like all the parts of this ride were bad. Some were rather pleasurable. "It's because I like to play Dungeons and Dragons!"

"Oh, so there is hope..." A small and fickle light of faith appeared in Mami's mind. Maybe they could at least have a pleasant talk on their way out.

"Yeah! I dreamed we could find some sex-toy that would be as big as greatclub from D&D and..."

"Abort the mission! Evacuate the building! Run! Run for your life!" Mami's thoughts mixed with pure and utter horror. And just like that the shirt wasn't as important as getting away from that place, bed and a woman with, now too bright in Mami's opinion, pink hair.

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The musician paid for the room on her way out and, after a moment of internal debate, added to the tab a small bouquet of pink roses and a 'Thank You' note. She wasn't sure why she did that but decided it was for the sake of good manners. Her mother would be so proud of her. Or not.