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Alcohol was one hell of a drug, Sera Masumi mused.
There was a fire coursing down her veins and her head felt so light. Scratch that, Masumi herself was feeling light, light, light as she bounced in her seat with the… bouncy music of the concert Sonoko-chan had decided to drag them all to. Boom! Boom! Boom!
She took a shaking hold of the glass in front of her and took another gulp of the top-tier nectar that was the whateverthename Sonoko-chan had said it was named. It was pale pink and it pooled nicely into the glass. It smelt sweet with notes of things her brain couldn’t be bothered to remember.
“Pass meee soomee moree,” the velvety male/wizard/star’s voice slurred right on her left, sending goosebumps down her spine.
Her hand trembled and some of that nectar of the gods splashed out of the bounds of the crystal glass that should have contained it. Despair!
“Heck no, Kudou,” a gruff, accented, Osakan, that was Osakan! Which meant that was Hattori’s voice! “Ya’ve had enough.”
“But-! Hey!”
“Hahahahaha!” the sweet dulcet of the warrior beauty, karate master and the other person to hold her heart, resonated inside her eardrums. It sounded even better than the music on stage. Mouri Ran. Ran-chan. And Kudou Shinichi’s girlfriend. Which… Fuck!
“Hattori-kuun,” Ran drunkenly drawled. “Would you kindly-”
Masumi took another gulp, Hattori’s words flowing in and out of the static.
The level of wine was getting dangerously low and she couldn’t have that, but Hattori was most likely not going to acquiesce to her request so she had to portion it. Or maybe she could attract Kazuha-chan back to their table and get his blood away from his head?
But before she could say “Kazuha-chan’s naked behind your back” she heard her name.
“Sera still has some,” a crisp, cool voice cut through the haze.
Almost in an instant a hand placed itself on her shoulder and so she turned sluggishly to the body it was tied to, to have her field view filled with the blue shirt clinging to a toned body, body that belonged to none other than the handsome, awesome wizard that was Kudou Shinichi.
“Sera…” he leaned in and she could get a perfect look at his handsome visage, that perfect nose, sharp chin, piercing shining blue that she wanted, and tousled locks of hair, catching the light in the right ways. Fuck, all of him was catching the light in all the right ways.
Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit why is he so hot holy shit
The lips, those perfect, perfectly shaped um… man’s lips moved and they were so close.
And then she blindly leaned forward and their faces clashed, her lips brushing to his teeth, their noses touching and-
A gasp tore the trance everything had settled into and Reality rushed in, delivered in the form of opening her eyes, remembering where she was, who she was, who she was with and who she really was kissing-
Oh fuck! Masumi tore herself away just as quickly, all the bliss from the alcohol having just as quickly dissipated when Reality kicked the door in. Fuck. Fuck! How could she do this to Ran!?
Ran, who had teleported right to her right, towering over her like an angelic being ready to rain down a rain of punches on her deserving arse.
Fuck, her eyes were burning. She’d just admitted half the truth in front of everyone in the worst way possible and as much as she wanted to blame the alcohol, she had wanted it. She still wanted to kiss Kudou Shinichi even at the current moment. She still wanted to kiss Mouri Ran.
But before she could open her mouth, Ran leaned forward and that immediately made the words die in her throat, because her soft face and luscious hair caught the lights just in the right ways yet again- and her beautiful dark eyes that swallowed her like the sea- oh fuck, why couldn’t she keep that accursed, idiotic part of her that made her fuck-up so catastrophically away?
Masumi felt a hand go behind her back and one under her nape and then she was pulled into a kiss.
Holy shit. It was soft, where the one shared with Kudou-kun was messy and rough and sloppy. Masumi leaned in as her eyes slid closed.
If that was a dream, please, never let her wake up.
“Oi, Ran, let me try again! I can’t have such a lousy kiss!”
Oh, if there was a god up there, please let her sprout another head!
…
Unbeknownst to the newest ménage à trois in the world, their friends were having a very important argument. What were the rewards distributed to each of the members involved into the secret bet involving the three now in their own world.
“So it’s settled,” Suzuki said. “Me, Kazuha and Miyano each get 10000 yen from you, Hattori.”
“What the hell!? Why,” Heiji pointed to the heiress. “Are you,” and to his girlfriend. “And you getting anything!? It was Sera the one who confessed first!”
“She kissed Kudou-kun,” Miyano involved herself. “Mouri-san kissed her.”
“So? Sera was still the first!” Heiji exclaimed.
“We bet on who would be first of the trio to confess to the others. Sera confessed to Kudou-kun and only to Kudou-kun. Mouri-san completed the circle by confessing to her. Both have confessed to one of the others. Except for Kudou-kun,” Miyano infuriatingly continued, intentionally digging the knife in.
His poor, poor wallet. Even though technically Kudou had confessed to Mouri in London, Heiji wouldn’t bring it up, especially in the current territory. And he didn’t see his chances of somehow escaping from paying against Kazuha’s aikido and whatever drugs were inside Miyano’s pockets.
“Sucks to be you, Hattori,” Suzuki grinned. “Didn’t I warn you to vote for anyone but our Holmes otaku?”
“Which means we all won! Except for you, Heiji,” Kazuha smirked. “Now, pay up!”
“Ya’d better not spend it over overpriced Gomera crap-” Heiji grumbled as he fished for his wallet. Then he realized his mistake too late.
“YA LITTLE-”
The other two did nothing to stop Kazuha from throwing herself on him. He was pretty sure Miyano was pulling out a camera from somewhere.