WARNINGS: There is a kiss, so . . . PG-ish? There is an illustration for this fic; ohshushDOTcom/fandom/images/superfluous-fluff/three-sinsDOThtml

AUTHOR NOTES:Written for naruto100 on LiveJournal 'Three is a Magic Number' challenge.

DISCLAIMER : Kishimoto-sensei, Shonen Magazine and all sorts of people at VIZ own Naruto and the premises therein. My love for them all is what stems this creation, with entirely no other monetary gain.

The Three Sins of Shinobi

"There are three sins that a Shinobi is forbidden to do... The 'Three Sins' are things that a Shinobi must avoid. These are three things to stay away from! The three vices I will point out are alcohol, women and money."
Jiraiya - Naruto Chapter 150, Volume 5

There are three sins that a Shinobi is forbidden to take part in;alcohol, women and money. Pretty straight forward as a 'code of ethics' goes. And yet every Sunday night, within the Hokage Tower, in a room secured by ANBU, unknown to all leaf residents, a Hokage, Legendary Sannin and Jounin Elite, three people who should certainly know better, indulge in exactly that.
Tsunade keeps time with the tapping of her index finger, while she is seemingly otherwise occupied. When nine full-seconds are up she languidly reclines back to her seat, swiping a strand of blonde out of her hooded eyes, pleased with her method of distraction. She grins triumphantly; eyes traveling over Shizune, with her kiss-bruised lips looking moderately red-faced due to the Sake and maybe a little embarrassment, to the letch across the table, who boggles momentarily wipes the drool from his lower lip then glowers as he pulls out his bankbook only slightly thicker than his personal notepad, and finally to the pile of money growing steadily wider on her side of the table.

"Alright, you win... this time." Jiraiya admits begrudgingly, pretending to write a check when they damn well know he's 'making observations' again.
"Yeah, yeah," Tsunade's smirk lengthens, "Idiot says that every time." She casts another quick glance at her counterpart. She trusts Shizune to keep account; they've grown quite good at sorting things out without a word of exchange, provided there is always an added incentive.
Eyes glazed over, Shizune glares at bottom of her empty glass while turning it upside down over parted lips in expectation of a phantom last drop.
"What I keep wondering is..." Shizune starts to ask, too inebriated to realize she's musing out loud, "How do we always starts with Poker and end up playing Truth-or-Dare?"
"Shh, we're winning," Tsunade hisses savagely, her right arm shoving her half-full glass over to Shizune, her left collecting her spoils.