sip sweetly from this chalice, forget the years gone by

rating: t
genre: friendship/romance
pairings: kakasaku
POV: Genma
warnings: innuendo, table-top dancing, Sakura's bikini, jounin humour
other notes: written for Kakasaku Week 2015, Day 3: Itsy Bitsy Polka Dot Bikini
word count: 609

"Hatake, you ok?" Genma pauses at the bar to worry over the esteemed Rokudaime.

From underneath the wide expanse of his hat, Kakashi makes an inarticulate sound of defeat. The act of smashing his face into the bar diminishes the effectiveness of this communication.

Genma raises an eyebrow at the out-of-place moping radiating from his friend and leader. The restaurant is filled to the brim with bright and smiling shinobi, each more than happy to overindulge at this summer's "Hey look, we all survived another year" party. This joint Uzumaki-Yamanaka extravaganza is the fifth since the end of the Fourth War. While not everyone necessarily commits to the inevitable theme, all shinobi are mercenary enough to at least show up when there is free alcohol and food on offer, even if they refuse to come in costume.

Which begs the question, with all the revelry about, why Hatake is face down and miserable in the room full of drunk men and women in scandalous beach wear. (Genma is all for this year's "Beach party" theme. The bikinis. Seriously.)

"Hatake?!"

Kakashi finally raises his head to peer at Genma, but groans and drops his face into his hands when he catches sight of something over the senbon wielder's shoulder.

Kurenai and Anko snicker.

Genma looks over to the women for an explanation.

"Our great and powerful Hokage is having difficulties," Anko pauses to infuse as much innuendo as possible into the word, "reconciling his cute little genin with Pinky over there." She nods towards a table behind Genma.

Kakashi moans.

Turning around, Genma spots Haruno Sakura dancing on a table; her friends hooting and hollering in appreciation, her movements slow and raw, her hair a tousled pink mess. The little gauzy wrap skirt and what is possibly the smallest bikini top ever conceived by man do little to hide the fact that Haruno is definitely no longer the timid little twelve year old who followed around the Uchiha spawn.

"Huh," Genma manages. "Are those, polka dots?"

Kakashi smashes his forehead against the bar. Twice.

Kurenai snickers and shares, "He sent over a drink when he saw her ass in that skirt, and didn't know it was Sakura until she came over to give him shit for only buying her alcohol when it's already free."

"He sent her a Buttery Nipple!" Anko crows out before both women devolve into laughter.

Genma claps him on the shoulder bracingly. "Well, maybe if we get you drunk enough, you'll forget the whole evening and wake up tomorrow morning not knowing that you considered the colour of your former student's nipples."

##

Later that evening, the bartender brings over a drink and sets it down in front of Kakashi.

Kakashi blinks. "I didn't order this." The words are more slurred than they would have been two hours and six shots earlier.

Genma looks at the drink, then back at the bartender. "Is that a Screaming Orgasm?"

"Yep. That woman over there sent it over." He points at the table behind Genma. "The one with the pink hair."

As one, Kakashi and Genma turn in their seats to meet Sakura's gaze.

She waves, and winks.

Kakashi chokes.

"Well then," Genma muses. "I guess you aren't the only one wondering about the colour of someone's nipples. Do you think she'd let you take that top off her with your teeth?"

The ensuing punch to the solar plexus is worth the blush that burns up Kakashi's cheeks from under his mask.

Even at the bachelor party, Genma never does manage to get Kakashi to cough up just what colours exactly that itsy bitsy top was concealing.