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[ Her dress was more uncomfortable than she was willing to admit, but it was incredibly flattering, too: such were the pains of being a socialite and attending parties as fancy as these. Oh, well- the other women looked just as uncomfortable, too, when they were sure that no one was looking, but it was all for the sake of beauty, she guessed.

The drink in her hand was more of a prop than anything else, more alcoholic than she had originally anticipated. It was that and the combination of the heat and bustle of the party that had her a little light headed, but despite it all, she was having fun, too.

So Michiru slips in to stand next to Haruka, gently interrupting the blond from whatever-the-hell-it-is she's doing. ]

Are you having fun?

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[ She relaxes just subtly at that, tension loosening in her shoulders. ]

Thanks.

[ It's loud in there, and privately, she wants Haruka just to herself, even if it's only while they take a walk around the small garden outside. ]

[ the cool air outside hits like a slap to the face, causing her to suck in a breath through her teeth, first step through the door staggering slightly. once Haruka grows accustomed to it, though, she finds it pleasantly refreshing. she didn't realize how suffocating it was inside, or how warm her face felt -- surely as a direct result of the former, and nothing more.

it's a nice night. the moon is near-full, the sky cloudless and scattered with stars.

it's only a half-conscious motion when she pulls Michiru closer. ]

[ Perhaps only half-conscious on Haruka's part, but Michiru is almost hyper-aware of her movements, now. She smiles and doesn't comment, though she does shiver hard, just once. Honestly, she's not really bothered by the cold; she had certainly endured worse, but having warmth at her side and nowhere else just made the temperature stand out that much more.

She keeps her eyes skyward. ]

I wonder where Neptune is.

[ Haruka gives a small hum in response, looking up at the sky as well -- though, of course, there's no seeing it from here.

Uranus, Neptune... she'd rather not think about them, anyway. just for this moment, if she can.

she turns her eyes to Michiru. ]

You cold?

I'm fine.

[ And she means it. That doesn't stop her from touching her cheek briefly to Haruka's shoulder, though, smile subtle. ]

I may have had a little too much to drink, though.

[ She had no idea it was possible to be this comfortable. Not just leaning against Haruka- but in general. ]

[ she smiles down at the contact, however short, and finds she doesn't feel the urge to say 'I told you so'. ] Want to go home?

[ And she earnestly appreciates the restraint. ]

If that's alright.

Come on, then. [ she breaks away from Michiru, instantly missing her warmth at her side, and begins to walk. ]

[ And she remains close behind. ]

Should we call a car?

[ well, her body feels heavier than it rightly should, and when she walks her surroundings seem to progress with half a second's delay. though she manages to carry herself gracefully enough, she thinks, Haruka doubts she's in any state to drive. ] Probably, yeah.

[ She is in much the same state. ]

Mm.. you do that. I'll let everyone at the party know we're leaving.

Aren't you considerate. [ a smirk. she probably wouldn't have bothered, herself -- not in this state, anyway. ] Sure.

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I do my best.

[ she lingers, as if contemplating something.. and then heads back to the party ]

[ she remains stood in her place, momentary befuddled by that pause, before shaking it off, wondering just what she was expecting.

anyway, by the time Michiru returns outside, there's a cab waiting for them. ]

[ It takes her a moment- she gets caught up in the little, polite chatter that comes with events like these- but she does eventually return, smiling first at the driver, then at Haruka. ]

[ she opens the car door for Michiru, ever the gentleman, and slides in after her, giving the driver their address. it's not a long drive -- took ten minutes or so when she was driving, but then, with anybody else behind the wheel it'd probably be a bit more than that. ]

[ Michiru's hand hangs to her side; she's drunk, knows that she shouldn't reach out to touch Haruka, but she's having to fight to resist the impulse. So instead she just stares out the window, comfortable in the silence. ]

[ Haruka glances over at her, and it doesn't occur to her to maintain the same sort of restraint -- it's really without any thinking at all that she wraps her arm around Michiru's shoulder, merely a restoration of the previous situation. Haruka's always been the type to act on instinct; it's hard right now to remember she isn't supposed to. ]

[ She's caught briefly by surprise at that, but she doesn't complain. Instead, she just sort of laughs softly under her breath, leaning into Haruka's side. She still chooses to stay quiet, though, content. ]

[ she's still, after that, only her fingertips tracing circles across the top of Michiru's shoulder, occasionally catching on the ends of a stray lock of hair.

it feels nice, like that. warm. ]

[ It's not long after that until they're home- and to Michiru, with Haruka's arm around her, it seems like a matter of seconds.

She sighs softly, almost reluctantly, moving to slide out of the car. ]

[ she lets her arm fall from around Michiru with little desire to do so, fingers brushing down the slope of her back before finally pulling away. irrational as it may be, it's hard to suppress the tinge of disappointment at the contact being broken.

Haruka pays the driver a little more than needed, and steps out of the car after her. ]

[ The way Haruka's hand glosses down her back goes far from unnoticed. She freezes for a split second, torn, but then she's headed to the apartment complex, pulling her keys from her purse.

They should get in, drink water, go to bed. That is what they should do. Yep. Absolutely.

And she pushes the door open, flips the lights on, and waits for Haruka. ]

[ Haruka joins her in short order, but rather than step inside, she lingers at the entrance, leaning against the door frame with one hand.

she isn't saying anything, lips pressed into a thin line, eyes flitting up and down Michiru's form in silence. ]

[ Michiru just cants her head to the side, watching Haruka in turn.

Finally, she breaks: ]

Are you coming inside?