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So this is what being royally fucked looks like.
Kagome lifted her head, studying the rivulets of mascara that now trailed down her cheeks, at the way her eyes were puffy from crying and her skin was blanched from her panic.
She should have known better. She was supposed to be an expert at seeing red flags now, what with the ample experience she had dating people who showed them off. But, of course, Kagome was an idiot. And she missed them until it was—well, until right now.
“I left my card at home, babe; can you put yours down for the tab? I’ll pay you back, I promise.”
Red Flag #1
“I might have an important work call, so I need my phone. Don’t worry, babe…”
Red Flag #2
“I—uh forgot condoms, but you’re on birth control, right?”
Red Flag #3.
Bankotsu was accumulating red flags as if he were an overenthusiastic slalom skier, and Kagome had overlooked them all.
The naked photo that popped up on Bankotsu’s phone notifications, though, the one of the girl with the razor-cut bob and giant breasts that said ‘miss u’. That one Kagome did not miss.
“Technically, we never said we were exclusive,” Bankotsu snarled; then, just to top off the shit cake with the biggest, glowiest of the red flags, he continued. “You know what? Fuck this. I don’t have to explain myself to you. If you are going to be this emotional over something like nudes, then I really don’t see a point.”
That was when he stormed out of the club. After having drunk several expensive scotches, top shelf Martini, a bottle of Champagne, and helped himself to three shrimp cocktails.
Kagome’s bank account was going to convulse.
There went actually paying the electric bill on time…
So, here she was, staring at the bathroom mirror. In a club.
Because she asked her she-thought-so-but-apparently-not boyfriend why his ex was blowing up his phone. And he left her there with his bar tab. The rideshare she thought she would be taking back to Bankotsu’s place? Nope. She was going to need to walk to the subway in her high heels, her face a big mess, and hope that she looked unpredictable enough that the drunk creeps on the train at night would leave her alone.
After paying $100 for alcohol and food she could not afford that she did not even get to enjoy.
This was officially going to be the worst night of her life.
“Oh, no. No honey.” A singsong voice interrupted Kagome’s self-loathing. “Whatever he did, he’s not worth it.”
What the—
Kagome wheeled around, finding herself facing what had to be one of the most beautiful women she’d ever laid eyes on. Her eyes sparkled as if they were rubies set in her almond eyes, lined in a precise and dramatic cat’s eye. Her hair was jet black and set in a wavy ponytail, with two tendrils dangling down and accentuating her pointed ears. She wore a scarlet dress in a traditional Chinese style that hugged her curves just right. Her lips were painted the same color as the dress, and curved in a delicate frown.
“How did you—” Kagome started, but the woman’s smile stopped her words.
“It’s always a man,” the woman drawled. “Unless you need a tampon; I have one of those, too.”
“N—No…” Kagome sniffled, trying in vain to dry her tears and hide the mess she’d made of her makeup. “Um. I should g—”
“You’re not going anywhere until we get that gorgeous face of yours cleaned up,” the woman interrupted again, then opened her clutch. “If the limpdick who made you cry like that is still out there, you don’t want him to know you were crying over him, do you?”
“He’s—he’s not…” Kagome started, trying to pull it together, but the alcohol she drank began to assert itself. “I—I thought we were dating and it was going so well but then I look at his phone and he’s got some ho on it and he left me with his bar tab and now I smeared my makeup and can’t even Uber home anymore because he spent so much and what if they cut off electricity from a late bill and—”
“Whoa, whoa there, hon!” The woman began to stroke Kagome’s bangs. It stopped her brain from continuing on. “One thing at a time.” She tugged a white handkerchief from her purse and ran a little bit of water on it, before bringing it up to Kagome’s face, wiping away the mascara streaks. “I’m Kagura, by the way.”
“Kagome,” Kagome answered. She was impressed she remembered her own name at the moment, what with being so close to this supermodel demoness; Kagura also smelled really nice.
“So, Ka-go-me, what is this limpdick’s name who dine and dashed you?” Kagura asked; she moved to wipe Kagome’s other cheek. “Give me enough details so I can hate him so hard it brings him bad karma.”
“But this was all my fa—” Kagome started to scowl, only to find a single red polished finger pressing against her lips.
“Shitty men are no one’s fault, honeypie,” Kagura lectured. “You don’t deserve blame for trusting that a dude was going to be a decent human being. You just—” Kagura smirked. “Need to get better taste in… dates.” Kagura’s eyes then narrowed, and a smile came to her face. “Mind if I redo your makeup?”
What the hell was going on? Why was Kagura being so nice? She was beautiful and probably had way more important places to be than standing in a bathroom helping Kagome with her makeup and listening to her tales of ‘bad choices in men.’ It was…
Wait, had Kagura called her beautiful?
“Um.” Kagome searched for words, for an explanation for this kindness. But she couldn’t find one. She had to know. “Why are you doing this?”
“Bathroom code,” Kagura shrugged.
“Bathroom—code?” Kagome tried to follow.
“If you see a girl crying in a bar bathroom, it’s girl code to go over and help her out,” Kagura winked. “There are so many shitty men in this world, causing so many beautiful and wonderful women heartache, what can we do except help each other out?”
Damn. Kagome had held women’s hair back so they could throw up. She’d passed tampons underneath the bathroom stalls to women in need. She’d even patted strangers on the back and said ‘girl, you don’t need him. You are beautiful.’
Holy shit.
Kagome… was crying in a bar bathroom.
She was the drunk crying girl.
“Babe?” A new voice entered the bathroom. It was low and sultry, like a jazz singer. “Are you in here?”
As she came into view, Kagome gasped. This woman was as beautiful as Kagura. She had long, straight, brunette hair with a clean line of bangs over her forehead. Her eyes were like cinnamon colored doe-eyes, with long lush lashes that didn’t seem to need mascara to demand notice. Her apple cheeks complemented her heart-shaped face, and her lips were pink, again, without the help of makeup. …How?... To add to that, she was taller than Kagura, her muscles toned and apparent, as if she was an elite athlete. The purple spaghetti strap top and black pants that hugged all the right places made that entirely apparent.
There was no doubt this woman would have been able to knock Bankotsu out with a single punch. For some reason, that made something inside of Kagome tingle.
“Over here, Sango,” Kagura called to the new woman. “We’ve got a makeup situation.”
This new goddess of a woman was named Sango, and knew Kagura.
“You cheating on me already?” Sango teased.
“Bathroom code,” Kagura commented. “Plus, unlike you, she’s going to let me do her makeup.”
“Boy trouble?” Sango walked to Kagome’s side opposite Kagura, and leaned against the sink.
“Why do men all suck so much?” Kagome snarled. There was something about being surrounded by this much Amazonian splendor that was quickly shifting Kagome’s despair into rage. “This one decided that it was my fault for thinking we were exclusive… but only when I saw some ho bag tits-out blowing up his phone, then—then—” Kagome could feel the blood rushing into her face. “The dickhead dumped me and left me with his hundred dollar tab!”
God. She was such an idiot.
Bankotsu was such a jackass even on their first date. The one that Kagome relented and went home with him.
Was she really that lonely and desperate?
“You need to stop thinking whatever it is you’re thinking right now. I can see the despair in your eyes,” Kagura sighed. “Get that feistiness back! The dickhead did you a favor and walked out of your life! And now, you’re here hanging out with us. Trust me, we are way better than some two-pump chump who can’t even treat his date.”
“How did he even spend a hundo already? It’s not even 10pm,” Sango grumbled.
“Scotch, Champagne, and shrimp cocktails,” Kagome answered, then jumped as both women with her broke into raucous laughter.
“Never have the shrimp cocktail at Club Shikon!” Sango wheezed, then caught her breath. “That limpdick is about to have a hot date with a toilet bowl for the rest of the night!” She then leaned around Kagome to nudge Kagura. “Remember that night? Halloween? I was starving and we gave it a try?”
“I thought you were going to die,” Kagura deadpanned. “My demon nose will never be the same.”
“Gross, don't tell the cute girl that!” Sango mock-huffed.
Cute…girl?
Were they talking about Kagome?
“You were the one who brought it up, love,” Kagura shrugged, then turned her attention back to Kagome. “My girlfriend is gross and you still need to get your makeup fixed, so…”
“What’s your name?” Sango asked.
“Kagome,” Kagome answered, before having to freeze as Kagura came at her eyeball with an eyeliner pencil. “W—wait. Isn’t sharing makeup a bad idea?”
“I’m a demon, hon.” Kagura rolled her eyes. “And this lovely lady won’t let me near her with my kit, so… it’s squeaky clean for the humans.”
“Oh.” Kagome probably should have thought of that, and not insulted the beautiful woman doing her makeup. “S—sorry.”
“I can think of a good way to make it up to me,” Kagura grinned. “Besides letting me do your makeup.”
“What—what would you like?” Kagome asked, holding her eyes steady as Kagura worked.
“The worst boyfriend story you have,” Kagura answered.
God. What could Kagome even say? There were too many bad boyfriends to count. There was the natural remedy guy she was pretty sure was in a cult. And the slimy guy who looked like a weasel (that Kagome caught spiking her drink). And who could ever forget the two-faced doctor who was sweet in public and horrific in private? But there was one who took the cake.
“Worst was the one who I caught trying to absorb me in the middle of the night,” Kagome shuddered, remembering thinking she was having a sleep paralysis hallucination. “He was a spider demon, but liked to hide that fact. I dunno if it was some sort of weird kink thing, but I freaked out and screamed. He turned back to normal and claimed that ‘he didn’t have control over it,’ but NOPE. I’m not sticking around to find out if my boyfriend is planning to eat me.”
“Only one way a demon should be eating a lady,” Kagura declared. It made Sango giggle and roll her eyes. And it made something inside Kagome tingle even more brightly. “Honestly, though. Sorry about that, hon. Most demons aren’t like that.”
“Give me a woman any day of the week over some weakass man,” Sango added. “They’re way prettier anyway.”
“Shhh.” Kagura spared a loving glance at Sango, then grabbed lipstick from her purse to apply to Kagome’s lips. “Some of us happen to sometimes like a good dick. We just wish they weren’t attached to such terrible creatures as men.”
“Babe, you never told me you were into that,” Sango teased. “Just wait until—”
“Babe, not when we have an audience,” Kagura crooned. “Kagome had a bad night. We’re here to be supportive, not gross.”
Kagome didn’t want to admit that thinking about Sango and Kagura and… was not gross. Not gross at all.
“See you made her blush,” Kagura sighed. She’d finished lipstick and now had pulled a wide-toothed comb from her bag. Having Kagura put her hands in Kagome’s hair was… divine.
“Um.” Kagome tried to swallow down the fantasy. “How did you two meet?”
“She punched my bad date out for me,” Kagura said, not missing a beat. “And then asked me out.”
“You rejected me,” Sango sighed. “Silly woman thought she was straight.”
“What?” Kagura combed through Kagome’s hair. “I wasn’t taught bisexuality in school.” She then shrugged. “I just assumed that all women found other women gorgeous. It never occurred to me that being attracted to women was a special thing, because I was attracted to men, too.”
Wait.
“I’m bi?” Kagome squawked, before she could stop herself. She tried not to pay attention to how both Sango and Kagura’s faces lit with an inner light when they laughed.
“Oh my god, Kagura. Did you just adopt a baby bi?” Sango cooed; she then turned her eyes back to Kagome. “Man. No wonder my gaydar was going off.”
“Well…” God, Kagome was definitely blushing again. “I—uh. I didn’t really think about it. Because—because there are a lot of guys out there and so I just… dated them.”
“And look at where that got you!” Kagura teased. “I mean, better than going home with Mr. Shrimp Cocktail Diarrhea.”
“Oh my god, you are so gross.” Sango rolled her eyes.
“I can’t be entirely perfect,” Kagura chuckled. “It wouldn’t be fair to the other ladies.”
Suddenly, there was a burst of something inside Kagome, and before she knew it, she could not contain herself. She started laughing.
Just like that, the tears—the everything—were gone. Kagome would be okay. She’d dodged a bullet and escaped Bankotsu (before the food poisoning kicked in). The bill would suck, but maybe she could pick up an extra shift or something…
And apparently most women didn’t thirst after women.
But how was that possible? Clearly, if they were in that bathroom right now, standing between these two statuesque goddesses, no one would be able to resist them.
That didn’t mean…
Only it did.
It explained so much! Why Kagome didn’t seem to understand the problem of “the male gaze” (because to her it was just more hot people to drool over). It explained her obsession with The Mummy (seriously though, did people have eyes?! Look at the whole cast!). It even explained her sometimes thinking some very colorful things about her archery teacher.
“I’m bi!” It didn’t help that Kagura and Sango broke out into laughter again. Kagome’s statement was now a declaration, not a question.
“Well then, my bi princess, now that your makeup is retouched,” Kagura purred, her arm roping around Kagome’s waist, “want to grab another drink and head out onto the dance floor?”
“It’ll be funnnnn,” Sango sang, and she roped her arm around Kagome’s shoulder.
Kagome probably should go home. Her bar bill was really high and she could always get Kagura and Sango’s numbers and invite them to have brunch as a thank-you. She could delete all evidence that Bankotsu ever existed and burn an effigy to all men sucking.
But… it was only 10pm after all. The night was young, and she was bi and being invited to dance with the most beautiful women she had set eyes on.
No woman with half a brain was going to refuse that!
This was officially going to be the best night of her life!