Word Count: 100
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Okay, so she admitted it.
Coming inside was a mistake. A huge mistake.
But so were the four cosmos she had all but inhaled.
Calamity. Even the nightclub name warned her this was an idiotic idea. She should have listened.
I'm fucked.
She bit the inside of her cheek, tasting the iron tang of drawn blood. Her hand was wet and stinging from the slap and her fifth drink she dumped on him. But really, what was he expecting after he grabbed her ass and breathed into her ear when she said no?
Oh, but if looks could kill…
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A/N: I wrote this story like 7 years ago. I was young, dumb and broke. Now I'm older, dumber and broker and I'm back again to hopefully write...better? Who knows. Enjoy your journey here. It'll be a long one of 100 word one-shots. Sesshoumaru gets ooc, cause he's mine. And I need him to fit the character profile I created for him. Sorry if he's not your cup of tea. Cheers.