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Adult +
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20
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18
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Home Movie 3
A/N: I need fluff. Now. Or at least humor.
Home Movie 3: Friendship
Character: Many!
Pairing: A few, if you squint.
Summary: How to unwind—a twist of humor, a dash of sake, and good friends. A recipe for fun or disaster, whichever your preference may be.
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“Damn you, Ino, that was the last drink!”
The blonde laughed before slapping the pinkette harshly, and not altogether squarely, on the arm. Her knee knocked against the cheap plywood table, and Naruto squealed like a girl as he tried to rescue his cup of sake from the horrors of alcohol misuse.
“Just get some more! Waiter! Yo!”
Hinata smiled at Naruto, giggling madly from the influence of her small amount of inebriation. Tenten sat across from Ino picking at Neji’s hair, all the while evading his swats at her hand.
His game of go would definitely be lost if she didn’t stop pestering him soon, he was sure of it.
Shikamaru just sighed, lamenting the antics of his friends. Chouji had eaten all the dumplings, and Ino just kept getting louder. Didn’t she realize that the guy wasn’t coming over to the troublesome table? He couldn’t blame him, really. He would want to get them out as soon as possible, too.
Lee sulked, staring at the sake jug with longing. He knew he couldn’t have any, but it was so tempting.
“Stupid bastard, you take that back right now!”
Dumbass, half the time you can’t even hold a kunai properly. Why should I?”
Kiba stared at some girl two tables over, ogling her too-small shirt and too-big breasts. Shino smacked him on the back of the head, and promptly leaned in himself when Kiba fell to the table. He was a single man, after all, and she was a beautiful girl. But unlike Kiba, at least he had some subtlety.
“Because I said so, teme! One day I’ll be the—“
“Yes, we know. Shut up about it already.”
Sai sat near the game board, quietly assessing everyone and wondering whether or not such a tableau would be worth painting. And if he could do so right now.
Sasuke sat next to Sakura, alternating between fighting with Naruto over bullshit that no one would remember and covertly staring at Sakura’s legs that just so happened to be visible out of his peripheral vision. Her skirt kept riding up, and it was such a nice expanse of leg…
Sasuke looked over at her, the one person that he could honestly say knew him inside and out, and smirked. Her hand moved back to the table, no doubt to support her weight as she smacked Ino for some inane comment. She really should stop drinking soon. Her balance was obviously way off.
The cacophony of noise in the bar drowned out Naruto’s next comment, Neji’s sigh as he lost his game and returned to his drink, and Lee’s spirited rant about the youthfulness of Saturday nights together with friends.
Maybe they weren’t normal, or even remotely sane. There were loudmouths, assholes, geniuses, and idiots. There were women who were obsessed with weapons and flowers and crazy revenge-seeking prodigies.
Still, they were friends.
Sai looked down at his art pad, black lines of worthless ink forming an invaluable picture of home. It was worth the work, even if he had doubted it.
Nowhere but Konoha could he finding a feeling of meaning, and nowhere but here could he find a feeling of belonging. He was sure that Sasuke, even though he seemed a little preoccupied right now, would agree with him given the chance.
This was what he fought for, what he lived for. Bonds. Strength in numbers.
“Shino, dude, she’s mine. So back off, man!”
“Sakura, you’re such a geek! Why can’t you be more like me, huh?”
“Shut up, Naruto!”
“This is so troublesome.”
“I am so happy! The youthfulness! The warm feeling of—“
“SHUT UP!”
He wouldn’t trade them for anything.
Home Movie 3: Friendship
Character: Many!
Pairing: A few, if you squint.
Summary: How to unwind—a twist of humor, a dash of sake, and good friends. A recipe for fun or disaster, whichever your preference may be.
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“Damn you, Ino, that was the last drink!”
The blonde laughed before slapping the pinkette harshly, and not altogether squarely, on the arm. Her knee knocked against the cheap plywood table, and Naruto squealed like a girl as he tried to rescue his cup of sake from the horrors of alcohol misuse.
“Just get some more! Waiter! Yo!”
Hinata smiled at Naruto, giggling madly from the influence of her small amount of inebriation. Tenten sat across from Ino picking at Neji’s hair, all the while evading his swats at her hand.
His game of go would definitely be lost if she didn’t stop pestering him soon, he was sure of it.
Shikamaru just sighed, lamenting the antics of his friends. Chouji had eaten all the dumplings, and Ino just kept getting louder. Didn’t she realize that the guy wasn’t coming over to the troublesome table? He couldn’t blame him, really. He would want to get them out as soon as possible, too.
Lee sulked, staring at the sake jug with longing. He knew he couldn’t have any, but it was so tempting.
“Stupid bastard, you take that back right now!”
Dumbass, half the time you can’t even hold a kunai properly. Why should I?”
Kiba stared at some girl two tables over, ogling her too-small shirt and too-big breasts. Shino smacked him on the back of the head, and promptly leaned in himself when Kiba fell to the table. He was a single man, after all, and she was a beautiful girl. But unlike Kiba, at least he had some subtlety.
“Because I said so, teme! One day I’ll be the—“
“Yes, we know. Shut up about it already.”
Sai sat near the game board, quietly assessing everyone and wondering whether or not such a tableau would be worth painting. And if he could do so right now.
Sasuke sat next to Sakura, alternating between fighting with Naruto over bullshit that no one would remember and covertly staring at Sakura’s legs that just so happened to be visible out of his peripheral vision. Her skirt kept riding up, and it was such a nice expanse of leg…
Sasuke looked over at her, the one person that he could honestly say knew him inside and out, and smirked. Her hand moved back to the table, no doubt to support her weight as she smacked Ino for some inane comment. She really should stop drinking soon. Her balance was obviously way off.
The cacophony of noise in the bar drowned out Naruto’s next comment, Neji’s sigh as he lost his game and returned to his drink, and Lee’s spirited rant about the youthfulness of Saturday nights together with friends.
Maybe they weren’t normal, or even remotely sane. There were loudmouths, assholes, geniuses, and idiots. There were women who were obsessed with weapons and flowers and crazy revenge-seeking prodigies.
Still, they were friends.
Sai looked down at his art pad, black lines of worthless ink forming an invaluable picture of home. It was worth the work, even if he had doubted it.
Nowhere but Konoha could he finding a feeling of meaning, and nowhere but here could he find a feeling of belonging. He was sure that Sasuke, even though he seemed a little preoccupied right now, would agree with him given the chance.
This was what he fought for, what he lived for. Bonds. Strength in numbers.
“Shino, dude, she’s mine. So back off, man!”
“Sakura, you’re such a geek! Why can’t you be more like me, huh?”
“Shut up, Naruto!”
“This is so troublesome.”
“I am so happy! The youthfulness! The warm feeling of—“
“SHUT UP!”
He wouldn’t trade them for anything.