[Thread][All in!][Gig at the Clover because we <3 Naruto the best!]

[finger_walking]

Who: YOU, MOTHAHF@#$%^&!!! And all of your friends.
Where: The Clover Club, NYC
When: October 8th, 1988. 9:30pm-ish
What: The Bondage Fundraiser for the Rape Crisis Center/Naruto's Public Birthday Bash
Warnings: Tem takes off her shirt. Known side effects include distraction, nosebleeds and spontaneous erections. View at your own risk.

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[inb4somnia]

From his perch above and behind a speaker Gaara had a singular view of the show and of Temari prowling around the stage. He was only just now becoming resigned to seeing her dressed like that - she needed bright colors surrounding her, he was sure of this - as he settled in for the evening. None of that mingling business everyone seemed so determined to engage in, no dancing or moshing. If forced into that mess Gaara would be more likely to claw someone's face off than join in. Besides, he had his date to take care of, and he'd rather stay chained to his spot than let anyone come within five feet of her

[noweddingbells]

It was kind of nice to not feel like herself for once, Kin thought as she sipped her coke at the bar. She was not out of her element, not really, but she wasn't into the whole "theme" thing. Music was music but Kiba would probably lecture her for not being ~*~together~*~ with the band. Unity or some shit like that. It was for a good cause however, and it would be worth the look on Kiba and Zaku's faces to get a look at her wearing a leather bra and -- gasp -- makeup. Her outfit would not have been complete without a pair of Zaku's pilfered jeans and a pair of thigh high low heeled boots she had hiding away in the closet for just such an occasion

[mad_dog_howling]

CHB was all about being bullied by Kiba, actually. Even Zaku had found himself shimming into some motherfucking monster of an outfit, which basically included some too-tight tank top and black jeans. He wasn't about to go all out on his preparation, for fear of being mistaken for Kiba. And anyway, all that shit would get the fuck in the way.

He was fully prepared to find his good ole sidekick in all things not-ridiculous. He was not prepared to find her perched on a stool, her feet in heels, her breasts actually in existence and her face-

"Wha..." Jaw drop in three...two...one...

Zaku leaned against the counter next to her, and threw her a strange, hard-to-read look. Temari was singing about being stuck like glue, and really, that was a good comparison to the state of his eyeballs. Because, really, the poor boy was going into shock.

"And...this?"

[noweddingbells]

If Zaku was enduring any kind of discomfort that was caused by her, Kin was unaware. She suspected that his shirt might have been too tight-- it was rather hot in here-- and that was a problem. If he wanted to be like Kiba, he could always strip it off during the performance but really, who wanted to see his skinny body?

Other than her, of course, because she was just that kind.

"Nn?" she asked him, turning so that her legs weren't blocking the stool next to her. He could sit, if he wanted. It was a little hard to hear but it seemed like he was asking her something. Whatever it was, it couldn't have been that important or else he would be screaming at the top of his lungs for her to hear.

Was it--

Maybe it was the leather bra. Of course! He wasn't used to her actually looking female.

[mad_dog_howling]

Of course he wasn't used to her looking feminine!

In fact, he wasn't sure how to react. It was a given that they would both try their hardest to ignore the attraction one had for the other until the time came to physically display this attraction in the manner they knew best. And Kin tended to make this easy for him, what with her baggy clothes and generally uncouth manner. It wasn't particularly difficult to pretend that she was just his friend when he didn't really even have to consider her a female at all.

But in all of two articles of clothing...?

Fuck. Fuck.

He cleared his throat and waved the bartender over. Zaku usually did order a drink before a performance, but a slow beer while enjoying the preceding band wouldn't hurt. He made a point not to look at her as he eased himself into the seat.

[just_musik]

Tayuya continued to be unsure how she had allowed herself to get dragged into this. Although 'drag' probably implied an incorrect connotation. Tayuya wasn't as unwilling as might be inferred from her frown. It was...different, this sort of atmosphere, to say the least. Different people, different dress, different causes, different morals.

And she couldn't say she wasn't adverse to chains. Not on herself, of course, because...really? No. She'd bought some sort of slinky-looking dress in Hubba Hubba, added a choker and was done for the day. Someone had tried approaching her face and had succeeded in pressing some eyeliner onto her eyes, which she had found odd at first, but was beginning to get used to. She'd pressed some lipstick onto her lips initially, but had smudged most of it off, and they looked like it if one was close enough. Only her boots were still Tayuya, scruffy and shit-kicking

[black_in_motion]

It had clearly been too long since she'd been a drummer. Every time her drumsticks came down on a beat, the sensation jarred up her spine and shoulders and legs and the physical labor, the sheer athleticism of it was seriously kicking her ass.

Anko was loving every minute of it.

She had long since lost her shirt, having chucked the damn thing after their second song, and was currently wearing a sports bra with what could most accurately be described as a belt to serving her as a "skirt" with her old combat boots. The sweat that was rolling off her in thick rivulets has long since soaked through all this, along with her own little addition for the evening, a dog collar she was wearing as a choker, lent to her by one generous fellow by the name of Akamaru.

And if that same dog happened to belong to one Kiba Inuzuka? Well, that was just a coincidence. Tem Kibbles Onlookers who happened to be in the nearby area could interpret it as they wished

[orange_epiphone]

There were people everywhere. Naruto didn't know most of them, but in a way that just made it better; as he drifted through the crowd he picked out snatches of conversation, reasons why the various groups were here. A few were here for Unsex Me's performance - Tem and Anko's fanbase from the Target Market days had some loyal members in it, apparently - a lot were here, somewhat surprisingly, for Cold Hard Bitch, but most had turned up for awesome good times that incidentally benefited a good cause. That was sort of a nice ratio, he felt

[lookoveryondah]

Haku shoved his way through the ample crowd, already flushed despite having just arrived. The bouncer had raised one jaded brow at his poor, beleaguered fake ID, but the man wasn't too heard-hearted in the face of Haku's batted lashes. A dance and a song (and a little kissie) had gotten him through the door.

By all rights he should be dead to the world about now - the Greyhound from Detroit had been less than restful - but somehow he was wired and ready to work out this strange energy with a little fun. He'd tossed his luggage on his bed in the dark and empty dormroom, then just about upended his drawers looking for appropriate attire. A plum-purple tanktop over a floofy black skirt would suffice, accented by a wide, neon pink belt with a matching choker. The theme of the evening was not one he particularly cared for - the idea of being locked up or bound hit a little too close to home. Still, it was supposed to be all in good fun, and Naruto's birthday besides, so the fuzzy pink handcuffs dangling from one wrist would just