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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 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?

[ a breathed-out laugh, followed by a nod, and she kicks off her dress shoes, shutting the door behind her as she steps into the corridor. ]

[ Michiru can't help herself. She's still in her own shoes- she likes the height advantage it gives her- even as she steps over to Haruka, reaching out to smooth down the front of her shirt.

Little excuses, just to touch. ]

You were very handsome tonight.

Yeah? [ she smiles, lips parting, head cocked slightly to the side. ] Were you jealous, when I talked to the other girls?

[ it's the sort of off-handed joke they make all the time, but there's something in the way her lashes hood over her eyes that makes it different. just a little heavier. ]

[ She smooths her hands down Haruka's sides, pressing a little closer to her, smile subtle. ]

Maybe. Just a little, today.

[ she exhales shallowly at the touch, before pursing her lips together and tugging them back into an unaffected smile. her hand finds the small of Michiru's back. ] Just a little, huh?