"How did you even hear about this place?" They stood in the dwindling line to get into the club. Genma just raised his eyebrows casually and said with the slightest smirk "Oh, I heard Ino and Sakura talk about coming here earlier today..." Genma looked just a little to pleased with himself.
Kakashi stepped out of the cramped side alley and in through the small door of the sweltering pre-screening room of the club, as calm and unaffected as he could possibly be in a situation like this. He didn't think this was a good idea.
Normally when he went out it was either by himself or with a few old team members to go drinking at a (mostly quiet) seedy bar. Tonight though, Genma had ambushed him and forced him to come along to this newly opened dance club. Strictly for ninja only, the club didn't even have a name (he hadn't even heard about it until a few hours ago).
A very large man in very tiny shirt watched as he and Genma stood there expectedly.
The man opened a black door for them that connected to a hallway and Kakashi walked through, Genma close behind. And as they walked further down the hallway they could begin to feel the pulsing beat of music lightly shake through the walls.
And then as they walked through the final set of doors they were blasted by the throbbing, loud music, flashing strobe lights and the massive amount of people crammed into the seemingly small space.
Genma clapped Kakashi on the shoulder and took off to the dance floor- no doubt to pray on someone drunk and easy. Kakashi spotted the bar and headed for the booze. On the outside he was calm and unaffected as he sat down on an empty stool, but in his mind he was struggling. He ordered a double jack and coke from the bartender. He needed a drink bad. I can't believe he dragged me here. Im going to kill him. Now all I'm going to be thinking about is Sakura in a tight dress, shaking around and restraining myself from- His mind stood still as he saw a flash of pink out of his peripheral vision...and then felt her knee drag against his leg as she sat down in the place next to him. "Hey Kakashi, I didn't expect to see you here." Shit. Her voice seemed to be dripping in lust filled agony and all he wanted to do was drag her into the nearest corner and take over her whole being. Calm down. he thought to himself to just calm down. He needed to pretend like everything was normal. He scrunched up his face in his best one-eyed smile and turned towards her. "Hello Sakura." He thought he sounded normal enough...and then he opened his eye. His voice and his breath were both caught in his throat and he couldn't move. There she was, so close to him, her large green eyes staring at him-hypnotizing him. Her long bright hair was curled and strewn and wild from dancing...and that dress. Whoever made that dress was personally responsible for the torture he felt. It was very short and very low cut. He couldn't tell if it was dark green or black because of the lighting, but he didn't really give a damn. He thought he was staring inappropriately long and he couldn't remember if she had asked him a question or not. "Ah, yes well...Genma dragged me along." He answered blindly. "Oh yes I'm sure." She looked into his eyes and it was all he could do not to explode. She ordered a shot of tequila and then started to play with a loose thread on his shirt. She wasn't even touching him and he was getting aroused. He didn't understand how she could affect him like this. He was staring at her as she was looking at his loose thread and twirling it between her fingers, and was trying to come up with the best way to dismiss himself and leave the club altogether- when she cooed his name in an all to tempting way. "Kakashi?" He looked to his drink, seeking assistance in avoiding her inevitable questions. It was empty. He needed to leave now. He turned to her to say goodbye and was frozen by the sight of her tong gliding across her hand. Swallowing hard, he answered "Yes Sakura?" He looked at her and was mesmerized as he watched her lick salt from her hand - and wished she was licking something else. Mesmerized, he watched as she took back her shot and sucked on that lemon- and wished she was sucking on something else. He looked to her full lips and knew her mouth would taste like tequila if he bent over and claimed it with his own. "I love this song!" She smiled and he was pulled out of his fantasy and back into the noisy club. Oh Kami. He knew what was about to happen. Sakura gazed up at him through long dark lashes and he knew he couldn't say no. "Come dance with me." He couldn't have said no even if she had asked. But she wasn't asking, she was telling.