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[thehotsister]

☆ i know you're in fucking high school

The crowd is big tonight, Saeko muses, finally getting near the front line she had been waiting in the past few minutes. It was a popular nightclub that she usually attended, well known from what she could clearly see. She'd attended some nights, only able to describe them as truly exhilarating. Bodies of all kinds dancing together as if moving in the same wave length, filling you with energy one couldn't define. That, and the beer was good too. The blonde absent mindedly rubs her arms through the thin black jacket she wears, not doing much to protect her on top of her classic black tank that doesn't quite cover her stomach (or breasts, for that matter). The quick paced music oozed out to the chilly outside as the blonde whips out her identification--driver's license--giving the doorman a wink before heading inside. 

The cold air is immediately replaced with warmth once she enters, the thumping rhythm easily matching her heart beat in perfect time. It doesn't take long for her to get wrapped up in the movements of swaying bodies, dancing her way through the cluster of people. Once you stepped in it was like magic. As if the you before entering hadn't existed--it could be compared to being reborn, if you must. Or at least that's what was written on the billboard. Saeko had to admit though, as much of an odd metaphor it was, she wasn't exactly disagreeing. 

It's not long till she finds herself at the bar after sliding through the congregation of people on the dance floor. There's a wave to the bartender as she sits herself down, smiling familiarly at passing faces she'd already come to recognize. After what seemed like no time she'd already become a nightly regular---it was no lie that the place was nothing but top quality. 

There is one face in particular she doesn't recognize, however. It's one with tanned skin she can barely make out in this lighting. One with jet black hair, slightly messed up and resembling a type of bed hair you look like you'd have to practice to get. And, not to mention, a relatively fit body that didn't look half bad in that tight fitting black v neck. Eyes trail down to more interesting darker jeans, till a certain something poking out of one pocket catches her interest. 

..Oh?

Ohoho?

Perhaps this figure wasn't as unrecognizable as she thought.

"Well hello there," She speaks in a teasing tone, jumping two stools so she's placed right next to the male. A small hand delves down to the pocket in a quick snap, taking hold of what she'd guess was a fake ID. How devious. "Mr. Kuroo Tetsurou." Saeko barely remembers him really, she'd only caught a glimpse of him when she had dropped off little Hinata and Kageyama way back during their training camp in Tokyo. 

She does happen to remember that he's only 17, though.

A small giggle comes out before she says; "Isn't it past your bedtime?" 

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