Two things were certain. She felt his breath upon her neck as he leaned in close to her. Way too close for comfort. She pushed him away roughly, stumbling a bit in the crowded concert hall. Sh attempted a halfhearted glare at the dark haired prodigy.
"Neji, stop!" she slurred, her words coming out in an almost monosyllabic choke. He had been like this since shortly after they got there, since they both made the decision to partake of the bottle of sake that Lee had snuck into the celebration.
Yes, the second certainty was that they were both very, very drunk. Drunk enough to be acting in such an out of character manner…drunk enough not to care that they were acting in such an out of character manner. The drug warmed their spirits while cooling their inhibitions, fire and ice at once, making them feel as if they floated on air. He leaned in close to her again, daring her to do something about it.
"Dance with me, Sakura." He crooned, grabbing her hand. She meant to resist, but the liquor flowing through her veins wouldn't allow it. She complacently allowed him to pull her close, her body going rigid at the strange gesture.
"Neji, we really shouldn't be doing this," she babbled. She knew it was wrong, she knew she should stop. The problem was, she couldn't. The forbidden sense of danger she felt at allowing it, even while Sasuke stood just out of sight, kept her going, kept her doing what she knew she shouldn't.
And then there was Tenten. He, too, was risking himself. The weapons mistress had declined the gathering on previous plans, but without a doubt, if anyone remembered this by morning she would hear about it. She would push him away as Sakura had done mere minutes ago, only permanently. He would be scarred…possibly even in the literal sense. Tenten would usrely whip a shuriken or two his way.
Her risk, even, wasn't as high. Sasuke was as drunk as she was...and she knew full well how Sasuke's body reacted to liquor. Come morning, his mind would be blank, wrestling away a dreary stupor as he struggled to remember the night that had passed.
Sakura felt his hot breath on her face, drawing closer and closer, seeming to move imperceptibly slowly. She knew what was happening. He was trying to kiss her. If it happened, and anyone remembered, both their fates would be sealed.
"Neji, we shouldn't be doing this." She stated in a warning tone, her words still running together like the drink coursing through her blood.
"What's wrong with it?" he stated stupidly, a result of the sake. He pointed to the stage, his eyes blurring as he attempted to single out one of the musicians working his magic upon the stage, his coursing music having little effect to dull their alcohol induced stupor. "That rockstar does it all the time."
His lips connected with hers in finality, the excess alcohol jarring her brain out of its resistance. She moved with him, their bodies flowing to the beat of the music. The inebriating drinks consumed earlier in the night kept her from doing anything but going along with it, despite how dangerous their actions may be.
Something jarred sakura out of her trance, whether it was the music, some sudden realization, or even simply the effects of the sake beginning to wear off. She stared at him numbly, feebly shoving him away.
"No, Neji. This is wrong. We aren't rockstars." Her limbs still felt numb from the sake and her mind was still in a fog that probably wouldn't lift until morning, but nonetheless she somehow found a way to lift her mind slightly out of its stupor. She turned and left the arena for home, leaving the dark haired prodigy standing there dumbly, staring after her.
"That's right, we aren't rockstars."