If there was one thing that Chouji was beginning to realize, it was that he shouldn't be here.

Why the hell am I here again?, he thought to himself as he ordered himself some alcoholic drink with a name that he couldn't pronounce. He turned to his close friend Kiba, and, yelling over the blaring music to be heard, asked/screamed,

"Why the fuck did you take me here again!"

Howling with laughter, Kiba replied "'Cuz I didn't have the balls to go alone!"

Kiba, you see, had decided to go to a dance club, and take his girlfriend Hinata and Chouji... all, of course, who were underage and Sophomores in Konoha High. Kiba wouldn't venture to a club alone, so he constantly bitched to Chouji for the past week about going. Chouji finally caved in.

Kiba had connections, so getting good fake I.D.'s wasn't a problem, plus, they all looked older than they really were, Kiba being of mid-height (5'9) and with some sideburns sprouting, Hinata being... "buxom" ("busty" more like it, Chouji thought to himself taking a swig from his drink, and then promptly spitting it back into the glass), and Chouji being... well, let's just say that "big" would be an understatement. Chouji was a mountain.

At 6'3, and 195 lbs., Chouji was becoming a big guy, just like his old man. Not the little round ball that was severely made fun of in middle school, Chouji was asked by his father to take up a sport, and Chouji did so. However, everyone knew that Chouji was a soft soul, and he didn't want to be in a contact sport. Thus, when Coach Ibiki saw him in the hallways one day and asked him about possibly joining the Track Team, Chouji accepted. Thus, Chouji currently threw Shot Put, Discus, and ran the 100m on the prestigious Konoha High Track Team. Being on the track team did three things.

First, it helped boost his confidence and meet make new friends, such as Naruto, Shino, and Lee, which Chouji needed. Second, It helped clear out his mind, and increased his grades, which Chouza loved, and third (and most importantly in Chouji's opinion), Chouji was able to chisel his body. Now, he didn't have perfect abs and he wasn't all that lean, two facts Chouji had learned to deal with, but his stomach was not nearly as round as it was in middle school, the flesh on his legs and arms were certainly not flabby anymore, and his chest and shoulders were as broad as an oxen's. Thus, when the bouncer at the front door looked him up and down (well, mostly up, considering the fact that Chouji towered over the guy) and checked his I.D., the man gladly let him in.

"Hey, Chouji!"

"...Yes, Kiba?"

"I said, Hey Chouji"

"I heard you, Dammit!"

"Oh, sorry!"

"What?"

"I'm taking Hinata on the dance floor!"

"You're baking Hinata in a door!"

"No, dumb ass, I'm taking Hinata on the dance floor!"

"Oh, well... ok..."

Thus Kiba yelled his trademark "Get Some!" cry, and he and Hinata were gone. Chouji turned around to look out at the dance floor. It was huge, and it was packed. Chouji briefly saw Kiba and Hinata running to it. Chouji stared at his drink, trying to decide whether or not to also get on the floor. He looked up, and saw the bartender on the other side, wearing a tag with the name Genma, and a toothpick in his mouth. They stared at each other, eye to eye, and then, to Chouji's astonishment, the bartender said one word: "Go". Chouji immediately put down his drink, mumbled a thanks, and briskly walked to the dance floor.