Disclaimer: Damn the people in… OMG THIS TIME BLACK? They flashed the thingy… But a random "accident" has jogged my memory! But I STILL don't own Naruto… DAMN!
Tales from the Drinks
Tequila Sunset
"Filet mignon with tequila and a chicken salad with grilled chicken, no tomatoes or any of that." Aimez relayed, giving the waiter her menu. He blinked. "So you basically wan chicken and lettuce?"
"YES!" Aimez hissed. "Is that a problem, waiter boy? Or do you need to go finish college?"
The water scurried off.
"Remercier toi for bringing me here, Gaara!" She squealed. "It's so nice and exotic!"
"And expensive…" Gaara thought. But he put on a smile. "Anything for you, and today is a very special day!"
"Why's that, Gaara?" Aimez asked.
"Because… You'll find out later, okay?"
"Okay!"
There was a yell from outside. Aimez's head snapped up, but she thought nothing of the yell.
"AIMEZ! AIMEEEEEEEEEEZ!"
This made her turn. Pierre waddled over in such a manner that he nearly fell over. He looked and Gaara and said, "Er, er, I am thinking, you are Gaara? Nice to you meet. Aimez, I am thinking you should not tequila drink!"
"Why not, Pierre?"
"Last time you remember? Crazy you become."
Aimez scoffed. "That was like, what, three years ago? Pierre, you're overreacting. Go back to your worms."
Following this was a stream of obviously colorful French curses, because Aimez winced. "Pierre, there could be people who know French here…"
"Care I not!" Pierre replied. "If Aimez wants to go crazy, Aimez can! Care not for Pierre's opinion!"
Pierre waddled off.
"What was that all about…?" Gaara asked as their food came.
"The last time I had tequila I went half-insane. Think nothing of it…" She said, automatically reaching for her tequila.
Also automatically, Gaara thought that this night would not end the way he expected.
"Gaara, what are you doing?"
"…Stuff…"
It was a lovely oasis Gaara led her to. There was a black, still pool in the middle, surrounded by trees and exotic fruit. A small bench was the only manmade technology there.
"SIT!"
Aimez sat. "What is it?" One eye began to close, but it snapped open again. Aimez was tipsy from her tequila.
"I was too nervous to do it in the restaurant…"
All of a sudden, Gaara turned a deep red. Aimez just blinked, gradually coming out of her tipsy state.
Shukaku, deciding to do something actually nice, uncorked his gourd. Gaara watched the sand fearfully, as a small box was torn from his pocket and delicately held out to Aimez.
"A-Aimez…" He mumbled, stuttering. "Will you…"
The box opened, revealing the dazzling diamond ring.
"Will you marry me?"
Aimez stared at the ring. The Gaara. And then his gourd.
She leapt up and flung her arms around his neck. "Oh, Gaara…" She whispered. "Aishiteru… Of course I'll marry you…"
Behind the trees the sun disappeared beyond the clouds, its darkness cloaking the very happy couple.