[center][hr][hr][h1][color=ffb7c5]Minako Ikeda[/color][/h1][hr][hr]


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[u][b]Location:[/b][/u] Delirium

[u][b]Interacting with:[/b][/u] Eliana Lovelace [sub]([@lovely complex])[/sub]

[u][b]Mood:[/b][/u] In pain[hr][/center]


Any casual, or preoccupied onlooker could be forgiven for thinking that Minako was drunk. Head down, unsteady and swaying on her feet as she staggered through the crowd, she was barely watching where she was going. An advantage to this was that almost everyone she bumped into (which was a lot) simply brushed her off. After all, it wasn’t uncommon for some people to go just a little overboard at the bar as the night progressed. Hell, Minako wasn’t only who was having trouble keeping their feet under them, though in those cases it was used as an excuse to cop a feel of whomever it was that they happened to fall against. 

If anyone had bothered to actually look at her, however, it would be plain to see that all was not well with Mayweather freshman. She wasn’t watching where she was going because her head clutched in her hands, in a desperate and futile attempt to relieve the pulsating pain that was currently beating a tattoo against the inside of her skull. Tears were now falling freely down her cheeks, smearing what makeup she wore, and a broken stream of Japanese flowed from her lips. This was not the appearance of a girl who was enjoying herself.

Not everyone was content to let her pass, though. An arm snaked around her waist, pulling her against a tall dark-haired man who openly leered at her. “Whoa, hey now hot stuff, where’re you goin’? You’re lookin’ fine tonight.”

[color=ffb7c5]”Itai… wa teishi...kuda…”[/color] The whimpered words were almost completely unintelligible beneath the booming music as Minako twisted in an attempt to free herself from the man’s grasp. 

The man simply grinned as he ground against her hip. “Hey, come on, don’t be like that.”

It was getting to be too much for her. The music was too loud, the man was wearing some sort of spicy cologne that making the pain in her head worse, and the dense crowd of people was making her feel like she was suffocating. [color=ffb7c5]”Teba...nasu!”[/color] With desperate strength, Minako shoved the man away from her, catching him off guard as she tore from his grasp and sending him staggering into another nearby couple. The action also gave her some much needed, albeit little space, and she continued on in her search for relief.

She didn’t make it far before she collided with another girl in a red dress, knocking the drink in her hand to the floor, and this time Minako’s legs nearly failed her, dropping her to her knees.