"Let me get this out of your way, yeah." Deidara voiced amicably.

Picking up the customers empty dishes, the blonde waiter walked through the kitchen, dumping the dirty plate ware onto the the dishwashers counter.

"This should be the last of it from my section. Unless they decide to order dessert..."

Zetsu grumbled in response, elbow deep in soapy dish water.

Deidara wiped his hands on his apron, glancing over at the three chefs. Kisame and Hidan were goofing around, making what sounded like perverse jokes, and slapping each other on the shoulders in a fit of laughter. Sasori was busy preparing for the end of the night.

At least he's doing something...

Deidara, excited to finally end the night, walked out of the kitchen, grabbing a check on the way.

"Will that be all?" He asked the party of four in front of him

'Please God the answer to that question should always be no' He thought to himself as the guests thumbed through the dessert menu

"Actually, can I have some of the fried vanilla ice cream?"

Deidara internally groaned, looking past his table to see Itachi dealing with late customers as well.

"Sure, I'll have that right out for you."

Deidara turned around, crushing the check in his hand and tossing it into a trash bin on his way into the kitchen. He really did not feel like asking the chefs to make him one last thing... [i]'I better get a good tip out of this...'[/i] he thought cynically in his head.

Deidara walked up to Kisame, the friendliest of the three chefs.

"Hey, Kisame... Do you think you could make some fried ice cream? It's the last order of the night..."

The tall dark skinned man groaned and rubbed his neck "I've been cooking all night... Why don't you ask Sasori? He's barely lifted a finger!"

From across the kitchen, the red-headed chef glared at Kisame. If looks could kill, Kisame would be a dead man.

"Kisame, you know, I know, and the world's fucking people know that's a God damn lie." Kisame burst out into laughter, gripping the counter to stabilize himself.

"Sasori you're too funny for your own good... Say, if you do this one thing for me I'll buy you a drink at the bar tonight, ne?"

Sasori shrugged his shoulders, chewing his lip, thinking about the bargain.

"Fine." He said shortly, pulling out a frying pan and moving towards the freezer for ice cream. Deidara leaned on the counter picking at his fingernails while he waited for Sasori.

Ball of frozen ice cream in hand, Sasori glared at the blonde waiter who was waiting for his order.

"You shouldn't be serving customers after twelve, brat." He remarked, rolling dough over the ice cream and throwing it into the frying pan.

Deidara rolled his eyes. "What am I supposed to say? 'sorry but no!'?" Deidara exaggerated, putting his hands on his hips. "That's how you make shitty tips, yeah."

"You owe me one." Sasori scoffed as he licked stray ice cream from his fingers. The blonde couldn't help but stare at this simple yet… Sexy gesture.

Deidara blushed, 'Holy shit that was hot…! Stop staring and say something!' He thought to himself.

"It's your fucking job, stop bitching" the blonde stuttered out.

Before Sasori could retort, Hidan slapped Deidara on the back, interrupting their conversation.

"Hey Sasori, I don't think blondie knows about Saturday nights!"

Deidara raised one eyebrow, interested in what Hidan had to say.

"Thats a good thing" Sasori said, continuing to cook Deidara's' desert. Hidan crossed his hands over his bare chest, smiling large.

"Blondie, you should come with us to the bar tonight! The whole staff except for Pein and Kakuzu go on Saturday nights." Hidan laughed "Old fucking farts." Deidara laughed in response, mulling over the idea in his head.

Leaning over the counter, Hidan whispered into Deidara's ear, "if Sasori gets smashed, He'll probably take you for a ride on his big, black-"

Deidaras face turned crimson and he pulled away from Hidan, his face turning into a grimace. "Hidan, thats fucking gross, yeah!"

Hidan let out a high pitched laugh, slapping the counter "What?! I was going to say motorcycle! You've got a dirty fucking mind, Deidara."

Deidara rolled his eyes, and turned to Sasori, who handed him his order.

"Thanks, hm"

Sasori grunted in response, throwing a dish towel over his shoulder and ruffling his hair.

~~~!~~~

"Have a good night yeah!" Deidara chimed as he closed the door behind the group of four, locking it.

I thought they would never leave...He thought as he checked his watch. It was twelve-thirty am.

Konan walked over to deidara, tapping him on the shoulder.

"Hey Deidara, got anywhere to be tonight?" She asked

Deidara laughed, wiping down tables and pulling the chairs on top.

"If this is about the bar thing, Hidan already invited me. I think I'll take my chances and go home."

Konan frowned "It's a good chance to get to know everybody better" She pointed out.

Deidara scoffed "It's just a job, Konan. I don't think I need PR."

Konan crossed her arms, clearly getting frustrated. "well you should come anyway, because it's a lot of fun. I'll even drive you there and back" she offered.

Deidara paused and thought for a second. "it's not a gay bar, is it?"

Konan laughed "no way!" she exclaimed.

~~~!~~~

Once they arrived, Deidara pulled out a cigarette, taking in his surroundings.

'Well, on the bright side if this gets to be too boring, or too awkward, I can just walk home.'he mused.

"Hey! We're going inside to play pool. Put out the cigarette you shithead!" Hidan said.

"I can't smoke in a bar?" Deidara muttered suspiciously. He tossed his half finished cigarette away, and walked towards the entrance.

Since he was the last one in, mostly everyone had already surrounded the pool table, preparing for the first game. Deidara sighed. He had played billiards a lot as a kid, but as an adult he had grown bored with the sport.

"I'll kick your ass this time red! I really fucking will!" Hidan yelled across the pool table to his opponent, Sasori, who was calmly applying chalk to the tip of his cue.

"Sure, Hidan. Thats what you said the last twenty times we've played" Sasori stated, a cocky smirk starting to emerge on his face.

As Hidan continued to shit talk Sasori, Konan walked up next to Deidara.

"This is always a fun game to watch." She told the blonde, who only shrugged.

"I don't know… I played this game so much as a kid it's just boring to me now." He muttered

Konan laughed, as if she knew something that Deidara did not.

"I don't think the game is all too amusing either… It's watching Hidan get his ass kicked thats the fun part!" She began. "Whoever loses, has to take three shots of tequila. And you know Hidan, he never gives up!" The blue haired bombshell laughed just thinking of the shenanigans that were sure to ensue.

Deidaras head turned when he heard the smacking of the balls as someone broke…

15 minutes later, it was down to just the 8 ball, and it was Sasori's turn. He pointed to the pocket on the far right side. "That pocket" He said before bending over, lining up his cue just right…

The eight ball glided across the table, and sunk into the pocket perfectly. Hidan covered his face with his hands in shame.

"Fuck Sasori, you got me again…" the silvered hair man grumbled to himself.

Sasori grinned, basking in the feeling of victory. He turned around, facing the bar. "Tobi, shots please!" He yelled. The masked bartender on the other side of the room nodded. The rest of the gang followed Hidan to the bar, intent on getting their own drinks.

Deidara rolled his eyes, tired of Sasori's cockiness. Walking up to Hidan's discarded cue, he picked it up, starting to chalk the tip nonchalantly. Feeling Sasori's watching eyes, he looked up to meet the redheads challenging gaze.

"I'll play a game" the blonde voiced.

Sasori snickered, leaning against the table. "If you're willing to get your ass handed to you..." he mumbled to himself.

Deidara raised an eyebrow, putting his hand on his hip. Now it was his turn to be cocky. "Five shots." The blonde commanded. Sasori smiled at Deidara's request. "Five shots." He agreed…

Ten minutes later, Sasori had already claimed his pocket, bending over the table to hit the 8 ball. Just before he moved to hit the ball, he made the mistake of looking up.

There the blonde was, anxious about his standing in the game. He stood with his arms crossed, chewing on a finger from the hand that was framing his face, a nervous habit.

Sasori felt the heat rise to his face as he watched Deidara from his bent over position. There was no denying that the blonde was beautiful, and Sasori had a soft spot for beauty. The chef rolled his eyes at his own thoughts, focusing on his current goal: beating Deidara.

The redhead breathed out… this is it... he thought. He could already feel the excitement of making the blonde waiter eat his own words as he lined up his shot, pulled back his cue and

Nothing...

Sasori's eyes went wide as his cue completely missed the ball. His face twisted up into a expression of complete confusion as he realised what had just happened. Before Deidara could even get a word in, Sasori stood up, pointing his cue menacingly at the blonde.

"That doesn't count, you distracted me!" the redhead yelled, stunned.

Deidara held his arms up defensively, relief washing over him.

"I didn't do anything!" He yelled, laughing as he called the very same pocket.

Sasori watched Deidara sink the final ball, dazed. I had this game in the bag, how did he even-

"You beat me... How?" he asked blankly.

Deidara looked over at him with mock pity "Well, I suppose it is hard to concentrate when you have all of this in front of you, hmm." The blonde said, his arms motioning up and down his body.

Sasori couldn't help but give the blonde a once over…

Sasori blushed, immediately snapping out of his reverie, looking at Deidara with distaste as he basked in his victory.

"I let you win so you wouldn't cry like a bitch…" Sasori spat, words empty.

Deidara gave a shit-eating grin as he called for the shots, watching as the redhead downed all five of them.

"Again" Sasori demanded as he began to set up the table.

The redheaded chef couldn't help but stare as Deidara leaned over the table to break.

He's doing it on purpose... Sasori thought as the heat rose to his face... Theres no way you have to bend over that much to see where you're shooting… I'm drunk. Sasori coughed in embarrassment as his eyes, against his will, followed the line of Deidara's legs up his calves, to his thighs, and finally…

"Are you drunk already, yeah?" Deidara asked snapping Sasori out of his sexual daydream.

"In your dreams" Sasori slurred, eyeing the table to see what his next move would be…

~~~!~~~

Four games and 20 shots later, The two opponents were all tied up, each winning two games.

From across the room, Itachi looked over to see the two rivals stumbling, barely able to play the game anymore. He rolled his eyes, turning to Kisame.

"I fear if this goes on any longer, they will both end up in the hospital with alcohol poisoning." He warned.

Kisame chuckled, turning around to glance at the situation. "They're just having some fun Itachi, lighten up!" The tall man joked. Itachi only shrugged.

"They should just go home and fuck to save us all the horror of watching them be sexually frustrated!" Hidan chimed in from two chairs down.

Itachi clicked his tongue, "It would be a disservice as Deidara's coworker to let this go on any further" Itachi commented. Kisame and Hidan only laughed harder.

"You guys are jerks." Itachi scolded before getting up to walk over to the two men.

Hidan watched Itachi walk away. "Someones sensitive" He laughed.

Kisame downed the rest of his drink, throwing a twenty dollar bill on the top of the bar.

"I guess I'm not getting lucky tonight…" He grumbled to himself as he followed Itachi.

"Get... away from us…can't you see I'm in the middle of... whoopin' his ass?" Deidara slurred at Itachi's request that he go home.

The raven haired waiter rolled his eyes, grabbing Deidara's shoulders and turning him towards the exit.

"Nobody is going to be whooping anybodies ass when you're passed out on the floor of this bar. Now let me call you a cab." Itachi argued. He had just pulled out his phone when Kisame appeared behind him.

"Why don't they take a cab together to save money?" Kisame queried. Before Itachi could say anything Kisame had already moved over to Sasori. "Deidara seems like kind of a lightweight, why don't you make sure he gets home alright?" He whispered. Sasori turned to Kisame with glazed eyes and a blank face. "Whatever" The redhead commented.

Kisame laughed and slapped Sasori's back as he nodded to Itachi, telling him to call a cab…

Itachi and Kisame waved goodbye as Sasori and Deidara walked out the door of the bar. As soon as the door closed, Itachi punched Kisame in the shoulder.

"What the fuck, Kisame?" he yelled

Kisame flinched, rubbing his arm "What? I didn't do anything wrong!" The chef defended.

Itachi crossed his arms "We'll be lucky if they don't kill each other on the ride home!"

"Trust me, they won't."

Outside of the bar, Deidara and Sasori stood in an awkward silence while they waited for their cab. The blonde pulled out his box of cigarettes, Tapping the bottom of the box onto the other hand. Pulling out a cigarette, he sloppily lit it up.

Sasori looked over at him. "Those are bad for your health" he muttered.

Deidara defiantly lit up a cigarette, taking a drag only to blow the smoke right into Sasori's face.

Sasori wrinkled his nose exaggeratedly. "If you keep smoking so much, and you're going to ruin your 'natural beauty'."

"You keep worryin' 'bout it... you'll lose all your red hair, yeah." Deidara retorted. Feeling a wave of tiredness over him, the blonde sat down on the concrete sidewalk, leaning his head against the side of the building.

"Don't fall asleep. I'm not carrying you into the taxi" Sasori objected

"I'm just...restin' my eyes..." Deidara mumbled, falling into a light sleep against the building.

Sasori turned around just as the taxi arrived. He whistled and waved, and the taxi pulled over on the side of the street.

"Lets go, Deidara" the redhead ordered. When he got no response, he turned around only to see Deidara slumped over, cigarette still burning on the ground next to him.

You've got to be fucking kidding me... "Deidara. wake. up." Sasori implored, tapping the blonde on the shoulder.

No response.

"Shit…" Sasori growled as the cab beeped. Picking Deidara up the best he could, Sasori basically dragged him over to the car.

"611 Oak street" Sasori strained as he set Deidara in the car, accidently bumping his head on the side of the door.

"Sorry, not sorry…" He groaned to himself….

~~~!~~~

"Augh" Deidara voiced as he cracked open his eyes, closing them immediately. He breathed out slowly as the pounding in his head settled in.

Deidara groaned as he tried to remember the events of the previous night and how in Gods name he got home. Drawing a blank, he rolled over to reach for his cell phone. His hand however, met a head full of messy red hair.

"Holy shit!" He yelled, scrambling out of bed wide eyed. Sasori jolted awake, and immediately pulled his hand up to cradle his head.

"Shut up! You're so loud!" He yelled.

Deidara backed up against the wall, clearly confused.

"D-did we… Fuck?!"


A/N

Ohhhh snap, Cliff-hanger! kind of!

Wow guys, Sorry for the little hiatus! I have been traveling and working all summer, and tried to fit in writing where I could, but then I would come back to what I wrote and not like it, and try to rewrite it! :

I wrote a little more than I'm used to, enjoy the longer than usual chapter :

I know some of you must be itching for a lemon and I promise it's coming. I'm free for the next week or so, expect an update soon! maybe!

Forever and always yours- Offcolor