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Idea borrowed from mattador: interest drabbles. Starting alphabetically, one a day, only this one is longer than it ought to be (342 words).
Asuma took his team out drinking when Ino and Chouji made chuunin.
He ordered the boys sake and Ino a cute girly drink with an umbrella. Kurenai would call him sexist for it, but Ino loved the umbrella. She also loved the sake. Umbrella tucked behind her ear, she switched her cup with Chouji’s when he wasn’t looking.
Chouji tried it and grinned. “Like candy,” he said.
Shikamaru drank lightly, like he knew his limit and how not to pass it. Asuma was oddly disappointed; he’d wanted to give them their first drunken experience. Ino and Chouji, meanwhile, were trashed by the time he walked them all home.
“That’s-that’s a curb!” Chouji said. Asuma made a mental note that, much like bikes, drunks required gentle slopes to reach sidewalks.
“Duh-fuck! Yes, yes it is.” Ino stumbled into Chouji, who tried to catch her but failed miserably. Asuma caught her by the collar. She fought to steady herself on her ridiculous stilettos; Chouji offered his hand and upset the balance again.
“Chouji and Ino, you’re now forbidden to touch each other,” he said.
“Aww, but sensei!” Ino pouted. It was something between a little girl’s pout and a woman’s.
“Yes, how will you manage. You and Chouji have such raging sexual tension.” Asuma sighed as Chouji tripped off the curb. He didn’t bother to get up, but instead rolled onto his back.
“We could so!” Ino said. “Couldn’t we, Chouji?”
“Couldn’t we what? Hey Shikamaru, check out the stars.”
Shikamaru shrugged and joined him, sitting cross-legged on the street.
“Have sensual tension.”
“Sexual tension,” Shikamaru corrected her.
“Er-sure, I guess so,” said Chouji. “I like when there’s just a thin layer of clouds so you can still see the stars but they’re muffled. That’s nice.”
“Yeah, it really is,” Shikamaru said softly.
“Hey drunks, what happened to walking home?” Asuma demanded. “For fuck’s sake.” But he lit up a cigarette and went to stand next to Ino over the boys.
“Stars are nice,” he admitted, flicking ash into the night.
Asuma took his team out drinking when Ino and Chouji made chuunin.
He ordered the boys sake and Ino a cute girly drink with an umbrella. Kurenai would call him sexist for it, but Ino loved the umbrella. She also loved the sake. Umbrella tucked behind her ear, she switched her cup with Chouji’s when he wasn’t looking.
Chouji tried it and grinned. “Like candy,” he said.
Shikamaru drank lightly, like he knew his limit and how not to pass it. Asuma was oddly disappointed; he’d wanted to give them their first drunken experience. Ino and Chouji, meanwhile, were trashed by the time he walked them all home.
“That’s-that’s a curb!” Chouji said. Asuma made a mental note that, much like bikes, drunks required gentle slopes to reach sidewalks.
“Duh-fuck! Yes, yes it is.” Ino stumbled into Chouji, who tried to catch her but failed miserably. Asuma caught her by the collar. She fought to steady herself on her ridiculous stilettos; Chouji offered his hand and upset the balance again.
“Chouji and Ino, you’re now forbidden to touch each other,” he said.
“Aww, but sensei!” Ino pouted. It was something between a little girl’s pout and a woman’s.
“Yes, how will you manage. You and Chouji have such raging sexual tension.” Asuma sighed as Chouji tripped off the curb. He didn’t bother to get up, but instead rolled onto his back.
“We could so!” Ino said. “Couldn’t we, Chouji?”
“Couldn’t we what? Hey Shikamaru, check out the stars.”
Shikamaru shrugged and joined him, sitting cross-legged on the street.
“Have sensual tension.”
“Sexual tension,” Shikamaru corrected her.
“Er-sure, I guess so,” said Chouji. “I like when there’s just a thin layer of clouds so you can still see the stars but they’re muffled. That’s nice.”
“Yeah, it really is,” Shikamaru said softly.
“Hey drunks, what happened to walking home?” Asuma demanded. “For fuck’s sake.” But he lit up a cigarette and went to stand next to Ino over the boys.
“Stars are nice,” he admitted, flicking ash into the night.