Legendary Lovers

Part Three:

It was a new beginning for everyone, Sakura thought happily staring down into her drink. With a carefree shrug, she lifted the glass, and quickly knocked back the contents. The liquid lit her throat on fire and ignited her gag reflex, but she managed to swallow it down none-the-less, even as tears streamed down her face from holding it in. “Ugh, that is nasty. The things we do to feel good—” she said, trailing off as she wobbly got to her feet.

The dizziness caused her to tuck her chin into her chest, which made her question her wardrobe for the first time. Pajamas at the end of the night were the norm, but not when going to a party, unfortunately the origin of the war had taken place on top of her house so most of her things were destroyed. She’d been living with Ino during the rebuild, even though Naruto had offered. His apartment was just too small and being so busy she had a total of three outfits and two of them were her work clothes. The third outfit was a pajama outfit of charcoal colored silky shorts that came to mid-thigh, and a v-necked white tee that hugged her frame.

“I should change.”

“I’m not changing either. It’s fine.”

Sakura rolled her eyes. “You’re bed clothes aren’t practically non existent and at least you have a bra on.”

“I hate to tell you this babe, but you don’t need a bra, but you are pretty bare. Here,” she said and bent down to pick up a slinky black wrap-around.

Coordination was another thing alcohol messed with, but luckily Sakura had enough reflexes working that she caught the thrown material. Sighing, she hastily shoved her arms through the long-sleeved cover up, shivering at the feel of the cold, soft material against her heated skin. Wrapping it around her waist twice, she tucked the remnants carefully into her shorts, making sure it was hidden. If it hadn’t been for Ino, she’d be homeless, paying out the wazoo for an apartment, or cramped with Naruto, which would’ve been awkward since he still hadn’t acknowledged her declaration of love. She wondered if he even remembered it.

Sakura felt her bottom lip pop out. She had bad luck.

“What’s with the pout?” Ino asked.

Sakura turned with a frown, wondering when Ino had gotten to the door. “I’ve declared my love to two guys and both turned me down.”

“Here, wear these,” Ino said, offering up a pair of black toed-sandals.