(Kakashi Hatake's P.O.V)
The music was loud and booming, nearly loud enough to make your ears bleed. The hardened, strong aroma of alcohol flowed in every direction, the smell of sweat and sex slipping out of nearby closets. The floor flashed with bright colors as the glittery balls from above twisted, reflecting shiny beams of light.
Damn, I should have never let Genma drag me to this stupid fucking pub. It smelled like fucking, shitty crap and drunk woman kept slugging over me and my balls. God dammit, I hate these type of bars.
I sighed and looked over my shoulder, surprised to find Sakura and her friends hanging around the opposite end of the bar counter. I watched her for a few moments until I realized that she was looking at me as well. I shot her a greeting wave and she waved back, then continued to chat with her friends as she took a seat on a chair.
Her rear was suddenly clear as she rested her bottom, my mind forgetting that she was wearing shorts in the first place. Why oh why, I wonder, why do I get so stupid whenever I see her?
"Oh, Hatake. I never expected you to be here."
A dark-haired woman climbed onto the table top in front of me, her legs wide open to expose a perfect view of her panties. Damn, she was sexy but there was no way in hell that I'd take her in.
"What do you want, Anko?" I grumbled lazily as I forced my gaze away from her legs.
She licked her lips deviously and gradually settled her ass on my hardened cock. Her hands began to linger around my shirt, her fingers clinging onto the ends every once in a while. "I want you," she hissed.
I pushed her hands away and squirmed uncomfortably in my seat.
"Not interested."
"What's the matter? Scared of the color purple?" she growled happily, her hair falling in front of her eyes.
"I think I like the color pink better than bitchy purple."
