"I Only Had Six And A Half!"
The silver-haired man and the pink haired girl walked along the well-lit streets. Well, she actually… staggered.
"You don't have to walk me home," she slurred, "I can walk home by myse-"
As she said this, she stumbled on a large stone in the road and found herself in Kakashi's arms.
"Hang on, we're almost there," he said, helping her stand up.
She placed her arm on his shoulder and got back up on her feet.
"Okay, obviously, you aren't gonna walk very far."
He wrapped his arm around her waist and they continued to walk down the street.
Sakura shivered at his touch. If anyone laid a perverted hand on her, she would just punch 'em out, whether sober or drunk. For some reason, she felt like she didn't have the energy to do any severe damage to him.
"Wait, stop," she said as she pulled a key out from the heel of her shoe, "This is my house."
They stopped at a row of terraced houses and Sakura opened the door.
"Hey, Kakashi?"
She stepped into the doorway and turned to face him.
"What?"
"I…"
She paused. Her face appeared to turn a pale green.
"I… think… I'm gonna puke."
She tripped over one of her legs, stupidly, and sprinted to the bathroom.
Kakashi winced at the sound of her vomiting, echoing through her home. He felt sorry for her and ventured inside to find her, closing the door behind him.
He discovered the bathroom easily enough, but Sakura was in bad shape. She was on her knees, hugging her now completely empty stomach.
"Oh, God," she groaned, wiping her mouth with toilet paper.
"Damn, how much did you drink?" he chuckled and sat down beside her.
"I feel like I've had ten drinks," she groaned again as she flushed the toilet.
"And how many did you actually have?" asked Kakashi.
"I only had six and a half!" she whinged, flopping onto the floor.
"Wow, it's not even that late and you're this pissed?" he laughed, "But seriously, are you…?"
He looked over and realised that the young pink haired girl had passed out on the bathroom floor.
"Silly girl," he sniggered to himself, "C'mon."
He lifted her up and carried her bridal style up the stairs. For a young woman as strong as herself, she was very light.
It was easy to find her bedroom since her name was hanging off the doorknob. He turned it with his free hand and walked inside.
Her room wasn't girlish like he expected it to be. It was a pretty nice room. Cream walls, pale floorboards, decent furniture, and what surprised him the most was the acoustic electric guitar sitting on a stand in the corner of the room.
Wow, he thought, she plays guitar?
He laid her down gently on her bed, took off her high heels and tucked her in.
He took a moment to watch the expression on his former student's face. She was sleeping so soundly, like a baby even.
"Goodnight," he whispered and made his exit out the balcony across the room.