Disclaimer: CLAMP owns Sakura and Syaoran, and Piffle.

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The bars of Piffle were nothing short of amazing. They were huge and tall just like all the other buildings that touched the sky of the city, with several floors, and Sakura was eager to wonder what each floor contained. However, she stayed on the lower level with Syaoran. They had come here together - far they knew there wasn't a drinking age limit. Just so long as you didn't drink enough to make you pass out, you were good.

Syaoran wanted to tour the city, while they still had some time. He was in a good mood; of which she had rarely seen him in during the entrie traveling to various worlds. Especially after he had a few drinks; she noticed. She had missed his smiles.

" You're sooooo prettyyy... " Syaoran surred, smiling rather goofily at Sakura. Sakura blushed softly in return. His attention shifted from her, his hand slamming the bar. " Mo-mo-oree! "

The bartender did as told, wearing a amused expression while giving Syaoran another drink. Syaoran took it instantly and gulped it down feverishly as though his life depended on it. The liquid was gone in seconds, and his complexion was now flushed. Turning to look at Sakura again, she noticed how glassy his eyes were. She didn't know whether to be concerned or not. However, before she could make her mind up, Syaoran advanced toward her and placing his hand on her cheek and his lips on her own. Her mind blurred in happiness.

Then the moment was gone, as Syaoran pulled away and passed out on the floor.

" I'm charging you extra just for that. "