Oh No!

"Welcome, my children, to the imperial banquet celebrating the return of our honoured war heroes and our defeat of the Turks," the Emperor said proudly. This war had been fought over a period of three long weeks. China's troops had been preparing for a war with the Turks since the start of the Emperor's rule, long before Mulan was born.

"I would like to congratulate all of our imperial soldiers that fought for China, especially to our illustrious Captain Fa, for her bravery and hope she brought to our army!"

Mulan heard some sniggers around the room, and whispers that were clearly not for her ears. She knew that she still wasn't accepted in China.

"I would also like to thank our brave General Li for leading our troops to victory, please join me in a toast to future victories!"

Mulan looked at Shang; he was clearly having a good time, meeting up with all of his friends from the academy. He looked at her, gave her a coy smile and went back to talking to all of his friends.

After the meal everyone exited the banquet hall and made their way into smaller adjoining rooms. Mulan went with Yao, Ling, Chien-Po and Shang into a small room, which was already occupied with many of Shang's friends.

"Guys," Shang shouted, "this is Mulan!"

"Mulan!" they all shouted back.

"Mulan, that is Miao, my best friend from the academy," he pointed to a well built man holding a large drink of rice wine in one hand.

Mulan walked with Shang over to where Miao was sitting, away from the arguing Yao and Ling, she poured herself a small drink of the wine.

"So Mulan, I heard you and Shang have become quite close?" announced Miao after about three minutes of arguing with Shang about a sword technique.

Mulan blushed, "Is that what he told you?"

"Yeah!" Miao said. He was clearly drunk. In fact, all of Shang's friends were intoxicated. Rice wine had its ways, after a while even Shang looked dizzy.

"Come on Mulan, if you're going to be someone your men look up to you're going to need to learn to drink, come here!" Shang managed to blurt out. He pulled her wrist, so she was sitting next to him.

'This wine has all gone to his head' she thought. "OK, but I only want a little bit…" she said unsure. Before she knew it Miao had taken her drink and Shang had his hands on her shoulders, so she couldn't move and, together, they poured the red liquid down her throat. She started coughing after she swallowed.

"You'll get used to it," Miao laughed, "have another!" he said handing her the cup.

She took it out of his hands and took a sip. "You see I can do it by myself!" she announced.

Soon she had consumed four or five cups, she had lost count. Shang and his friends were way ahead of her and on their seventh cups!

At that moment many people burst through the door, men playing on foriegn instruments and women twirling around in different colours of silk. Mulan had started to feel dizzy because of the alcohol, music and colours.

"Dancers from Persia," a voice from behind her said "Mulan, Can you dance?" It was Miao.

"Yes, why?" she said lazily.

"Go on then!"

Mulan was then pushed into the performance area. She wasn't sure what to do at all, so she followed the other dancers.

"Woo, go Mulan!" Ling, Yao and Chien-Po all shouted

"Just keep doing that," a dancer whispered to her. And with that all of the dancers left the floor and mixed in with the drunken men.

Mulan was feeling extremely dizzy, she had never consumed this much alcohol before! All eyes were on her, either in amazment or simply oggling her because she was a woman. But there was one pair of eyes that she noticed. Her beloved general, whom she had grown quite close to over the few weeks they had been training and fighting together.

She smiled coyly and continued to dance, showing off in some sense. She reached for her sword and glided through various positions, making them look graceful.

Shang knew that she was skilled when it came to sword formations, but not quite so graceful. He was mesmorised.

Once Mulan had finished her dance and sheathed her sword, the crowed gave the biggest applause they could. There were even some 'encore' shouts!

When she went to sit back down to where she was originally, Miao quickly sat there. She then fell over on top of him.

"Wow, we got the brave Captain drunk!" he exclaimed as he pushed her off of him, "Did you know that Shang hasn't been able to take his eyes off of you!"

"Yes I have noticed!" she said proudly, she was in the all knowing mood at the moment.

"Just go over there and kiss him, " he whispered into her ear, "he won't mind, I promise!"

Confidentely Mulan got up and strode over to her General, who was still staring at the area she had just performed in.

"You OK Shang?" she asked.

"Yeah.. I'm fine.. more than fine.. I'm brilliant.." she cut him off with a deep kiss before he could say anything else.

As they pulled apart they noticed that the room had gone silent, the music had stopped, nobody was talking, even the dancers had stopped moving.

"Nice one Mulan!" Miao shouted, "I never thought you'd actually do that, your more drunk than I thought!" Everybody laughed.

About three hours had passed by then. Mulan and Shang had continued to drink with everyone else. Neither mentioned the kiss, but they both simply joked and drank, and drank and joked. People by that point had started leaving, many of the soldiers had left with dancers.

Mulan yawned.

"Do you want to go to bed?" Shang asked, not sure about the words that had just slurred out of his mouth, "'cause if you do I'll take you to your room."

"OK!" Mulan said, absolutely giddy from the alcohol.

They both left the room, leaving the rest of the soldiers wondering where they were going.

Mulan and Shang had rooms in the same corridor, so it was easy to get to.

"I had a great time!" Mulan was able to blurt out.

"So did I..." Shang whispered as he leaned in to kiss her on the lips. Once their lips had touched neither wanted to pull away, the kiss became more intense as they opened the door to Mulan's room. Still not parting they found their way to the inner chamber, and then onto the bed!

They parted to breathe for a moment. Mulan crawled into the centre of the bed, quickly followed by Shang. He then leaned down to once again take away all of her breath by kissing her, this time his tongue danced its way across her lips before entering and performing the same movement oon her tongue.

She let out a soft moan and encircled her arms around his neck, telling him not to stop. They were both too drunk to know where this was going.