Sakura spent the later half of her shift in a daze. She spent about an hour inputting patient chart information, leaving her with enough time still for Himari to show her around the hospital. Sakura would like to say that she paid attention to what Himari showed her, but her head wasn't in the game.

All she could think about was Kakashi.

There was something about the heated, heavy-lidded gaze he gave her that made her falter. When he flashed a lopsided smile, pearly twin rows of teeth dazzling and feline, she found herself feeling stirs of emotion she hadn't felt in a long time. She had seen the way his eyes combed over her body leisurely, taking his time in by inch. It made her face flush and skin hot, a small ache thrumming in her most private of places. She had seen the way his body looked, ivory skin wrapped firm over the sinewy muscle of his chest, abs, and arms. She had also seen scars, more than she could even keep count. Small ones in odd places, nicks over his shoulder, and even on his neck. He had the body of a hardened Spartan warrior, exhuming the confidence and ease of one, too. Sakura had been slighty shell shocked from the mastery of it, especially when he was perched back on his hands, broad chest exposed in a fiery offering. The sound of his voice, bearish, smoky, and slightly rough; sent chills fingering their way from the top of her scalp to the tips of her toes. Being in such a small proximity of him made it hard for her to focus. Sure, she was paying attention to what she was doing, but it shouted just as loudly from the back of her mind.

Sakura noticed the sudden rise of goosebumps on his skin when she had touched him, but she initially chalked it up to being the body's natural response to any more-than-average-stimuli. However when she was cleaning the blood off of his body, she witnessed it happening again and secretly delighted in the fact that it could have been because of her. The feel of his strong hand grabbing her wrist, she wasn't scared or surprised; rather, the touch of large calloused hands wrapping securely around her small wrist sent a familiar spark to the center of her being. He practically dripped a careless masculine aura that she'd never encountered before.

And then, to find out that he was the man that had offered her help with the panty explosion.
And then, to find out that this dangerously handsome man was asking her out on a date.

Sakura could practically feel the fissure of thought sever in her brain.

The new Sakura was supposed to live life vivaciously, doing what she wants when she wants with nothing holding her back. The new Sakura is supposed to experience life's treasures, one sloppy wet kiss at a time. Instead, she felt meek around him, blushing at every onyx gaze that bore into her soul. He looked at her with a familiar glint in his eye as if he'd known her for years. The humor there, his eyes appeared as though they smiled the same sly smile he bore during the whole exchange. It was almost as if he'd figured out the answer to life, and let go to any worry in the world. It unsettled her, they way his guileful eyes pierced her. The studious staring made her feel insecure for a moment, thinking to herself he might not like what he sees and, for some erratic reason unknown to her, she really wanted him to. She wondered if she stirred the same reaction out of him, if he was fighting back filthy thoughts, too.

Then, she would go back to telling herself she was strong, she wasn't going to orient herself around a man.

She'd flip flop, one extreme thought to the other. Finally, she settled for the latter: she is strong, and she wasn't ready for a date.

One night stands are one thing, they were detached and one night only exclusive; whereas dates meant the process it takes to get to know a person, and she wasn't feeling up to letting someone back in. The last time she did it, everything about her was only used as a weapon to be propositioned to her. Exploited her, judged her, and mocked her. Sakura made the bitter swear that she'd never let just any man in like that again. No matter how hot he was, and he was hot, she wasn't going to risk her heart again. She wanted to protect herself, and she wanted a man to actually prove himself. Sasuke was all talk, he was never a man of action. He'd make empty promises, but nothing ever came from it. Like an idiot she had bought into it every time, making an excuse for his shitty behavior. Sakura knew better now. She was going to focus on herself and her career, doing her best to excel as far as she can possibly go. Whatever happened, she wanted to happen naturally, not out of force or obligation.
Plus, if he really wanted to see her, he wouldn't stop at just one no.

Two months have come and gone since Sakura moved to Tokyo, and she finally had a grasp on the flow of things. Her shift hours were the same, much to her surprise as hospital hours were never consistent; they'd change from one day to the next. About a week into her starting at the hospital, she had started actively travelling to tend to patients in the comfort of their own homes, and she absolutely loved it. Between her constant walking to and from work, to using subways and taxis to someone's home: she was granted a wider view of Tokyo and its' streets. She knew short cuts to work now, she was officially familiarized with the food market and all of its' visitors. There was a dog park she often walked Rocky Balboa to, and even a running trail that she'd take advantage of early in the mornings if she managed to wake up on time. She was loving the sway of her life, satisfied with the season she was currently in.

In those two months, she also met another nurse who worked part time at the hospital named Ino.

Ino was a ravishing beauty, with long, thick blonde hair that Sakura figured was the muse for turn-of-the-century poets to rave about. Big blue eyes, big breasts, and big hips; Ino was a woman Sasuke would of hunted relentlessly for. Sakura and Ino had become friends, from chats at the hospital to Ino eventually coming over for wine, soap operas, and snacks. Sakura has learned that Ino is very confrontational, upfront, and outspoken. She said what was on her mind regardless of what the other person felt, and Sakura had to admire her candor. To even Sakura's surprise, she had divulged in Ino her past with Sasuke, which in turn riled an anger in Ino that Sakura felt she should have been feeling. Sakura didn't know why she trusted Ino so much in such a short amount of time, but she did. She felt an immediate click with Ino, as if they had been friends in a past life. Even with their hang outs becoming increasingly frequent, Ino recently had been consistently asking Sakura to go out to a club with her and some friends. Sakura kept agreeing that she would go out and party with them, but when the night came around, she was wandering another street somewhere deep in Tokyo, soaking her new home in.

In those two months, Sakura has seen Kakashi at least three times a week. Just after he had asked her out, it was in the mornings when she leaves for work, she'd catch him walking down his end of the hall. In the evenings, she'd seen an elevator closing on his face. Every time, he would be gleaming with a iniquitous smirk. Initially, she really tried to avoid him, but after some time he made that almost impossible. He'd started to purposely follow her out in the mornings, however he actually never talked. He'd yawn, stretch, rub his eyes some; run a big hand through the muss of his hair. The silence between them was communication enough. When they'd reach the front double doors, right before they part ways, he'd croak in a husky, scratchy sleep-induced voice, "You look beautiful today," his eyes wily and brooding. It had taken her aback the first couple of times, and almost suspicious. What was he wanting, anyways? Despite her suspicions, he never pushed for anything past that. It was a smile gesture that caused her to bite down on her lip every time. When they didn't catch each other in the mornings, she'd seem him in the evenings here and there; each and every time he'd hunt her down with a casual stroll, just to ask her how she was doing or how her day was. Sakura never really let out much, at first. A "good" here or an "I'm fine," there. After his patient persistence, she started adding some small details, be it about a stinky patient or something dumb her dog did.

After that happened, even if the time they'd seen each other was spread apart, the conversations were longer, by just a little. Lingering, only slightly. His remarks had grown increasingly flirtatious, to a point that, she'd still blush at times, but otherwise she was able to jab back with a witty retort. Since his visit at the hospital, he hasn't tried to ask her out again, rather he's been haughty as if she never shut him down. It still didn't stop him from calling her pretty in the mornings, or laughing at something stupid that happened at her job. Once he had mentioned that he was meeting some of his friends at a bar and if she wasn't doing anything that night that he would love for her to come. "You seem like you'd be trouble a couple drinks in," he had told her. Sakura simply told him she wasn't comfortable doing that yet, to which he would simply smile and change the topic of conversation, unbothered, teasing even.

Sakura noticed that was something that had happened a lot, too.

She found he liked teasing her, trying to rile her up for a response. Sakura had decided she wasn't going to play the nice girl card, acting sweet and innocent in hopes of keeping the man around. If anything, any inhibitions she had about her temper or the ways she spoke flew out the window. Sakura would happily snap back at his teasing, telling him to eat her ass and the like. However abrasive she behaved, no matter how sassy she could get, it never seemed to deter him or wipe that listless, complacent grin he wore. She wondered if he was just purposely trying to break her down to get to her body—could a man be that determined for a quick fuck? Not that the thought bothered her, she hadn't been with a man in five months. Two months before Sakura and Sasuke split, they had stopped having sex. Well, more like they'd be together and then he'd leave her again for someone else. Sakura didn't know why she put up with it some much, looking back at it. She wishes that she could go back in time and punch herself in the fucking face to knock some sense into her. Not that she misses Sasuke, she misses the time she lost with him and the sense of self she lost along with it. Being alone never really bothered her, it was the intimacy she craved. She wanted to be touched and kissed and held. She felt like a conundrum. She was afraid of a relationship, bold enough for a one time fuck. Her hormones were fucking with her, causing her to constantly feel like she was on edge, which would explain her seemingly unending irritation.
It didn't help that she had to talk to one of the most sexiest men she'd ever met.
That goddamned lopsided smile did things to her body.
His eyes were always a little sinful, furthering to weaken her resolve.

Yeah, Sakura took to masturbation. She had done it before, never stopped doing it, and never will. Rather than thinking of an old teacher or hot movie star, she'd find herself thinking of Kakashi when she runs her hand up her inner thigh, imagining it was him touching her. She'd grab handfuls of her own breasts, squeezing them together and apart, visualizing his long fingers curled over the taunt peaks. Once or twice, she would work up a really good scenario in which he was watching her touch herself, whispering filthy things in her ear, kissing down her neck, and nipping at her shoulder.
She shuddered.
She had it bad.

Sakura wondered to herself if he would agree to a one night stand; who knows, maybe it would ease up the mounting sexual tension between them that she had vehemently denied.

Then again, it seemed easier to hook up with a stranger she just met than him.

Sakura remembered what Ino had positioned just three days ago. They were at a small tea shop just a ways down the market, Ino going on about a recent hook up she had. "Are you talking to anybody?" Ino asked, swirling a stirring stick in her tea.

Sakura snorted, "I've only been here two months, Ino."

Ino, elbow on the table and her face in hand, plucked one shoulder, "So? You're fucking hot, I'm surprised you're not beating them off with a stick."

"Not even," Sakura sighed, rolling her eyes. She was being partially truthful, of course. There was the random patient that would ask if she was single and wanted to go get drinks, to which she would say kindly shoot them down. Some of them were even pretty cute, she had to admit. Fact of the matter was, she just wasn't interested in them. None of the appealed to her, none of them drew her attention.

Not like Kakashi did, anyways.

"Have you at least hooked up with anyone?" Ino pressed, hands up in the air in argument.

"Why does it matter, Ino?!" Sakura playfully shouted, patting her hand on the table to make a dull thud for emphasis.

Now Ino was the one rolling her eyes, "I'm going to take that as a no." She quirked her eyebrows, waiting for a rebuttal out of Sakura.

Sakura said nothing, simply fingering the sugar packets on the table.

"In fact, have you gone out at all since you've been in Tokyo?"

Sakura raised her chin, "Well, yeah, sure. I've been exploring the city, sight seeing, visiting shops and whatnot."

"Yeah, but that's not going out out, dude. Have you gone to a bar at all? Got drinks, met a guy, and just fucked?"

"I used to back home," Sakura muttered.

"Well? Why aren't you doing it here? No wonder you're all antsy, you haven't been laid!"

Fact of the matter, is Sakura knew why she was struggling in the hook ups department.

During her season with Sasuke, when she did go out and hook up, she did it purely to spite him. Sure, she had her fun and it felt good at times, but the sole intention was there. Now that she was on her own, she was behaving like an eighteen year old virgin again, being shy and reserved. Sakura remembers in those moments of random hook ups feeling wildly confident and sure of herself. She missed feeling like that, she was tired of feeling like she was undeserving of being touched by someone else.

"I don't know, I don't really have an answer for you, Ino."

"Wwweeelll," Ino sang, a sly smile stretching across her pretty face, "that changes HERE, sis! You're lucky, I'm going out to Shinjuku with some friends in a couple of days! We will be club hopping. You absolutely ARE coming with us, I don't give a fuck what you say. You need to come with us and have some super mega fun, you need to meet a guy and let up some. You're young and beautiful, you don't have any kids, you're not tied down, theres no reason for you to be a little hermit and hide yourself away from the rest of us. I haven't even known you very long and even I can tell you're wound up pretty tight."

Sakura worried her lip, thinking.

Ino was right.

She felt like a loser.

Sakura was in the prime of her life, successful, healing, happy, and free. What was she doing with it, besides work?
She deserved to have fun, and why shouldn't she?

If she was really dedicated to living the rich and full life she said she was going to, it meant she had to break out of whatever mold she had put herself in and do it.

She also couldn't deny that a quick fuck could be just what the doctor ordered.

Sakura let go of her lip, "You know what, I'll go."

Ino huffed, pinching her eyes, "I'm not taking no for an answ—wait," her eyes snapped open. "You said you'll go?"

"Yeah, I'll go," Sakura repeated again, moreso to affirm to herself that she's going and not Ino.

Ino's face lit up, mouth gaping, hands splayed in excitement, "YYYEEEEEESSS!" She squealed. "I am so exciteeeeed! Okay okay okay, so here's the plan. We will meet at Eleven Twenty-Two at ten, and we'll go from there. Be sure to wear something super sexy," she winked.

Two days later, Sakura was standing in front of her closet, clicking her tongue while she searched for something to wear. It certainly wasn't quite warm in Tokyo, but it wasn't so cold that she needed to bundle up either. Sakura didn't want to come off slutty, however she thought she might end up looking prudish if she wasn't sort of done up. After filing through some of her clothes, Sakura decided she was going to wear kitten heels, black leggings with roses and vines embroidered up the entire sides of the legs. Short shorts that made her ass look good, and a black crop top with a lower than usual U-neck, but just enough left for their imagination to take the wheel. She donned a black velvet choker and small black earrings that were in the shape of a cat's head. Once she felt like her outfit was set, she went to the restroom, applying eyeliner for a classic cat eye, mascara that exaggerated the winging ends of her naturally long lashes, and red lipstick. She figured you could never go wrong with a good red lip.

Apart of her wanted to feel nervous about going out, but that wasn't the case. Instead Sakura felt like she chugged five cups of coffee; she was fidgeting, singing along with the song playing on her phone, and secretly hoping that they would go somewhere where they could dance.
Sakura had always loved to dance. Every time she went to a club back home, even if the intention was to go hook up to spite Sasuke, she still always danced.
It always seemed to make her feel happier.

The bar they were meeting at was just four sets of blocks down. Having time, Sakura figured she could walk there and then take the bus back home, since she still had some time to kill before they were supposed to meet. Stepping outside, the night sky above was completely black, no stars peaking out behind the dark rain clouds that threatened to pour down. Just down the street, Sakura crossed her fingers and hoped it didn't seeing as she lost her umbrella somewhere in the hospital and for the life of her can't find it. The closer she got to Eleven Twenty-Two, the more neon lights seemed to glow, and less of them food joints or businesses. The crowd down the street was thick with people, instinctually walking in two separate lanes—one up the street and one down. Music played from all different locations, her shoulders bobbing to each different tune she passed. Bouncers stood outside of clubs, hollering out specials that they were having for the night. Adults, college students, she even spotted some Americans mingled in; all in lines in front of clubs and chatting. People watching as she went, Sakura could see the eyes of some men hanging onto hers a little longer when she passed, waving and smiling to get her attention.
She couldn't help the smug smile that quirked at the corner of her lips.
Maybe she still had it.

Ino was the easiest to spot. Her hair was in a high pony, blond locks shaped into loose curls. She was wearing black high heels, fishnet stockings, a miniskirt that had rips along the curves of the hips, and a simple black halter top. On her hands she wore fishnet gloves with the fingers cut off. Her eye shadow was gold and glittery, making her blue eyes stand out brilliantly compared to her all black outfit. Eyeliner gave her a sharp, dramatic wing that could stab a man. To top it all off, her lips were just as glittery and glossy. "S-a-k-u-r-a!" Ino hollered, crossing her arms back and forth over her head.

"Ino!" Sakura yelled back, reaching her and some girls behind her. "You look so good!"

Ino gasped, "I look good? You look good, Sakura! I mean," Ino grabbed Sakura's shoulders, turning her around to land a hard smack on her behind, "just look at that ass!"

Sakura chortled, giving Ino a small shove, "Would you stop?!"

"I'll never stop," Ino winked. "Okay, girls?" Behind Ino, three equally beautiful women turned, speculating Sakura. "This is my new friend Sakura. Sakura, this is Aimiee, Justice, and Ibiki."

"Hey," Sakura waived, giving the friendliest smile she could manage.

"Heyo!" Ibiki, a petite woman with space buns and bright purple lips cheered, waving happily.

"Hey," the other two followed with equally excited smiles.

"Alright, are we ready to party?!" Ino delighted, blue eyes jerking between the four women."

"FUCK yes!" Ibiki shouted, fisting the air with a small leap. "Let's paarrrrttaaaaaaayyy!"

The four followed Ino's lead into the first bar. There was nothing special about the bar, really. It was sort of musty and dark, the tables looking pretty work down and dirty, but the big chalkboard on the wall with a comprehensive list of cheap shots they could buy answered Sakura's question as to why anyone came there. It was a starter joint, a place where the party-goers went to essentially pregame before really hitting the other places up. Ino strolled up to the bar, her zaftig breasts sitting themselves on the counter top. It was no surprise that, while other patrons were having a hard time getting the bartender's attention, it took Ino no time at all to prattle off an order to him. With a sweaty nod, the bartender zipped back and forth, expertly pouring up alcohol into the shot glasses, the end result a bright red liquid that Sakura wondered if it was safe to drink. Each woman grabbed a glass, stepping back from the bar to a table. Ino raised a glass, "Here's to a night out with the girls, new friends, and letting loose," She smiled tenderly at Sakura over the rim of her shot glass.

Raising her own glass to meet the others, "To letting loose," she buzzed, feeling her stomach leap in excitement. With a cheerful glee the women hollered, shooting back the burning liquid. Ibiki slammed the shot glass down, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and declaring, "Another!"
So this was going to be the start of Sakura's night.

She was having so much fun.

The group of women were about five bars deep now, each place they went to the first thing they did is take the house shot, along with a drink. Of the five, two of them were clubs that they did only dance for a bit before wanting to hop along to the next place. When Sakura asked Ino why they weren't hanging around long, Ino laughed, "These are all just to warm up, silly. The real fun happens when we reach Samurai. That place is always poppin and it's fun as fuck to be there!" Of course, Ino had been shouting this over the loud music of the club, her voluptuous body swaying to the beat. By this time, Sakura lost count of how many shots she's drank, but she was completely loosed. At every place they went, men approached her. Most of them shot the tacky shit that she had heard before, to which she would just roll her eyes and move away. Only a few held a conversation, as much as they could with the women not being at the bar too long. Each time she departed, they'd ask for her number. Still, she declined.
What, she wasn't going to sleep with just anyone.
She wanted to make sure they clicked, and so far, none of them did.
Well, used to anyways.

The copious amount of alcohol she was consuming was severely manipulating that notion.

Not that it bothered her, Sakura was having a lot of fun.

Of the three women she met, Sakura seemed to get along with Ibiki more. Her explosive, wild personality seemed to click with Sakura. The two kept hugging each other a lot throughout the night, telling each other how good they looked and how they should go bike riding in the morning. Ino, in her drunken state, blabbed to all of the women that Sakura was trying to get laid.

Ibiki wrinkled her cute little nose, "Oh, hell yeah. I'll have you know that I am the BEST wingman around, okay? Don't worry, I will be like a metal detector of cocks. I'll find the right one for you," she held out her hands in the shape of finger guns, squeezing imaginary triggers simultaneously. "I guarantee it."

"Aaallrriigghhtt," Sakura sang, shaking her head. "I'm going to entrust in you that you won't set me up with a scrub."

"Okay, okay okay okay okay." Ibiki widened her stance, rocking back and forth on her feet with hands spread out in front of her. "Tell me tell me, what's your type?"

Sakura took a hard sip of her drink, "Hmmm…handsome?"

"Duh," Ino scoffed.

"Okay okay, I dunno…Tall?"

"Tall," Ibiki muttered, pretending to write a list. "Check. Anything else?"

"I like dark eyes," Sakura thought, the figure of someone forming in her head that she was struggling to remember at the moment.

"Dark eeyyyeess…body type?" Ibiki quipped.

"Muscular," Sakura retorted instantly, thinking back to that same mysterious form eluding her.

"Hair?"

"Messy and silver—er…" She stopped, furrowing her brow and huffing. What was his name? Shirmashi? Kakuno?
Fuck, she was drunk.

Ino was the one who spoke up this time, "You said silver? Why silver?"

"No reason," Sakura replied a little too quickly.

The women stared at her. It didn't take Ino long to figure it out. She was a shark that smelled blood and was going in for the kill. Knowing this, Sakura usually put up a fight, her lips a steel trap. The problem was is that she's so drunk she didn't care. All inhibitions were shed. She just wanted to dance.

"Sakura, is there someone that you have in mind?" Ino preened in the reflection of the glossy table top, swallowing the rest of her drink with a loud "aahh" at the end of it.

"No, why would I have anyone in mind?" Sakura questioned back, trying to deflect the direction of the conversation.

Ino shrugged, "It's nothing…Anyways, what feature do you like in men? Do you like…scars?"

Sakura's eyes, that were focused on her drink, turned up to meet the artful sparkle in Ino's.

Did she know who…Turbasi…Kakaka…Kokimi...I know his name…what the fuck is his name…

Across Sakura, Ino deftly mouthed the name in slow, deliberate enunciations.

"K—A—K—A—S—I."

Kakashi…Hatake…

How could she possibly forget?

The watery shadow that had been shimmering in the back of her mind came clear and into full view.

It was giving her that famous sideways smile.

Though Sakura wanted to be upset that Ino had essentially called her out, she wasn't. Instead, she just met Ino's gaze with as much of her own as she could muster without getting sidetracked.

Ibiki turned her head between the women, "Uh, what's going on? Are we still talking about getting Sakrua-chan laid?"

"What's going on…" Ino started, grabbing Ibiki's wrist. "Is that we are going to Samurai, right now. Grab the other two and lets fucking party." Sakura was silently thankful Ino changed the subject.

Ibiki cheered, squatting down low in a quick twerk before shooting back up to go find the other two. While waiting for the other girls, Ino ordered two more shots, handing one over to Sakura. "You should really give him a chance," Ino leaned in and giggled.

"How did you…?" Sakura trailed off, the thoughts too muddled for her to connect the dots on her own.

Ino plucked her shoulders, "I work part time with him. At least hang out with him, get to know him. He's a great guy."

"Where?" Sakura semi-shouted, the music nearly drowning out her words.

Ibiki trotted back, the other two women right behind her. The arrival of the girls distracted Ino, as she pushed Sakura's glass towards her mouth and tilted back her own before making weaving her way through the crowd, out of the bar. Samurai was on the very corner of the street, the line veering past the front of the building and around. Ino, unfettered by this, sauntered right up to the front door where two bouncers stood. At the sight of Ino, the man standing to the right let out an audible groan and rolled his eyes so hard Sakura thought he must of seen his frontal lobe. He had black hair that was pulled back into a short, spiky pony tail. He was slim, but you could see the muscle under his mesh t-shirt. "What are you doing here? Don't I see enough of you as it is?"

"Shut your ass," Ino bit, slapping the man across his shoulder.

The man on the left laughed something Sakura didn't hear. He was a bear of a man, brutish in stature and size. Though he had a bit of a gut, he reminded Sakura of the prowrestlers she'd see on TV. He had hands so meaty and big she didn't doubt he could tear a man in half. He had coppery, reddish-orange hair that was swept back with a headband and fell down in layers to his lower back. The closer she stepped, she could see slight red swirls on the balls of his cheeks.

"I guess you're not here for business?" The pony-tail man sighed, eyes set and unimpressed with her presence unlike most men.

"Nope!" Ino happily chirped, her tone surprisingly clear for how much alcohol she consumed. "Purely pleasure. Have you met my new friend?" Ino swiveled her body, gesturing both hands at Sakura. "This is Sakura. Sakura, this is Shikamaru. Choji," She pointed at the bear-man. "This is Sakura. Sakura, Choji."

"Hello, Shikamaru and Choji," Sakura waggled her fingers, squinting to see them better in the dark as the front of the club wasn't that lit up.

Shikamaru's eyes flexed momentarily, over to Ino who was beaming up at him. "Sakura…as in…"

"Mmhhmm," Ino hummed plainly, though her tone let on to something else that Sakura didn't have the mindset to keep up with. "She's exactly who you think she is…My new coworker."

Shikamaru nodded knowingly, smirking at Sakura, "It's nice to meet you."

"Likewise," Sakura replied, though she was bored.
She just wanted to go inside and dance.
She'd been wanting to dance all night.

Sensing Sakura's impatience, Ino pat Shikamaru's arm, "Alright. We're heading in."

"You kids have fun," he drawled begrudgingly.

Choji held the door open while the women marched in. Inside, Sakura couldn't help but be riveted by the appearance of the club. It was the poster child of Tokyo nightlife, the type of clubs you see in hip magazines. Neon lights lined edges of the building, with small personal lights that sat in the middle of dark leather tables and booths. The club was dark and light, the whole building practically throbbing with music.
And it was packed.

There was hardly any room for each of the women to walk through without squeezing against someone. All types of beautiful women were speckled all over the place, along with a man or two that Sakura did a double take on. People were dancing, a hive mind of bodies moving in motion as one. Sakura was impressed, she'd never been in a place so…badass. The traditional Japanese style art mixed with modern art added to the whole vibe of the building, making it all the more satisfying with each detail she took in and paid attention to.

As much as she could, anyways.

At some point, Sakura had stopped remembering what happened earlier that night. Her focus was in the exact moment, saying what she wanted to say, laughing when she wanted to laugh, and most of all: ready to dance however she wanted to dance. Once at the bar, she could hear Ino asking the women what type of shot they wanted. Sakura paid them no mind. She stared out onto the middle of the club, eyes peering into the dancing crowd. She wanted so bad to blend in and move.

Feeling a tap on her shoulder, Sakura turned to Ibiki holding out yet another shot glass.

"What should we cheer to? We've been cheering all night, I'm out of ideas," Justice affronted, her purple lipstick starting to fade in the inner corners of her mouth.

"I know! Let's cheer to Sakura trying to get laid!" Ibiki exclaimed clamorously.

"To me getting laid!" Sakura hollered back, however by the trend of off putting men she's met all night, she doubted it was going to actually happen. As nice as the thought would be, she was much more focused on having fun with new friends. The girls sucked back the shots, and Sakura felt the fiery liquid make its way down her throat, the heat from it expanding in her chest. She squeezed her eyes and shuddered at the bitterness of it, sucking on the lime that sat on the rim of the shot.
Whatever Ino had chosen this time, it tasted like shit.

"What was that?" Sakura questioned, pulling Ino's attention from a guy who had been smiling at her.

"Huh?!" She shouted back, tearing her gaze away from the man. "Oh! Tequila! It's Tequila!"

Somewhere Sakura had a distinct memory of her and tequila not being a good combination, but quickly brushed it away when Ino yelled, "Let's dance!" She grabbed Sakura's wrist, dragging her into the middle of the crowd until they found an empty spot.

Being in the middle of the dance floor, maybe it was the way the building was built so the acoustics sounded better (or some shit like that), but the thrum of the music seemed to pulse throughout her entire body. It started as bassy vibration in her feet, pulsing its way up her legs, hips, torso, and arms. It encased her entire frame, surrounded her, and threatened to consume her. She closed her eyes, letting the beat guide her, filling all of her senses.

Letting out a low hum, Sakura slowly began to dance. The world began to fade away from her as she got swept up into the music.