[PLOT!] The Jazz Cafe

[finger_walking]

Another day was crossed off on Temari’s mental countdown to graduation as she strolled out of her vocal lesson. As always before she made her way towards the dorms to ditch her textbooks, the tall blonde stopped in front of the bulletin board, scanning it briefly for auditions and notices. There hadn’t been much of note within the past few weeks

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[heavenly_notes]

"What the hell is this?" a voice piped up behind Temari's shoulder, as Tenten leaned against her cello case and read over the board. She sounded tired, but more irritated than anything else. She glanced up at Temari's blonde head a moment and realized who she was griping to: That Really Sorta Scary Chick.

Oh well. "Dammit, I have finals to study for."

[wakedance]

Rin flexed the fingers of her left hand, still amused by the novelty of how easy it was to move them now that she'd traded her thick plaster cast for a soft detachable one. The other hand clutched a cup of coffee protectively, trying to leech a bit of its warmth into her chilly fingers as she trotted back from her office over to the dance studios, her standard issue leotard feeling especially flimsy and thin under her sweatshirt and ragged jeans in the quickly cooling November air. She winced inwardly as she contemplated the inevitable call from her mother to explain (yet again) why she wasn't coming home for Thanksgiving this year when she practically ran into Temari's tall frame (bad idea - that girl's heels alone could impale those of lesser stature) and...um...the chronically stressed-looking girl with the name she could never remember (also a bad idea - those instrument cases looked heavy

[finger_walking]

It took Temari a second to realize that the complaints were directed conversationally at her rather than just thrown idly at the poster. A sharp eyebrow arched in mild curiosity as she glanced to the side and then down to land on that Asian girl that everyone seemed to be friends with. She was, of course, peripherally aware of Tenten. The younger girl had been to the house several times over the summer, and she remembered seeing her on that beach trip, plus their friend circles overlapped in spots, but Temari couldn't actually pin down a time where she'd had an actual conversation with her. Nor a time when she'd been interested to

[ladiesride4free]

"A gong show? At this school? Surely not."

Kiba hadn't really intended to stop - he had stuff to do, songs pouring from his pores, homework to do, drum sequences to snap out on the practise kits so he could prove to Uzumaki that they could make this half-formed idea work - but if whatever had the three women so aghast was interesting enough to warrant Rin spitting coffee all over Tem and the blonde therefore basically taking her top off in the hall, it was worth him looking it over. Dark brown eyes peered over their collective heads (an easy enough task, especially since he was mostly behind Tenten and she was pretty damn short), widening only slightly in resignation as he caught the gist of the message. Which was woefully abbreviated and uninformative.

His neck cracked loudly and painfully as he rolled built-up tension from his muscles, shoulders shrugging forwards to mediate the same result in his upper back. "...Huh. Well, could be worse, I guess."

[heavenly_notes]

"Ugh!" Tenten cringed at the noise and looked back behind her. So she'd gotten the brush-off from bitchtits, no big. "I don't see how," she grumbled and frowned deeper, potential wrinkles be damned. Her fingers squeezed around the case. "Does she conveniently forget that we've got a million things to do?" 'We' in this case being 'she', of course. Work, Classes, Cole, and Practices all in one neat package? Plus, she needed to get to class, and truck her cello up the stairs later... play social butterfly with people that were quickly getting away from her as she dove into her work with a fiercer fervor.

It was enough to make her want to throw a fit, toss her cello case out a window and follow out after it.