Sakura's preened and wearing flawless makeup, a flirty hairstyle, and a short red dress. Ino and Tenten are equally beautiful, and all three laugh and link arms and grin.
Tonight, they are free of missions and of blood and kunai and fighting and war and strategy.
They go running into the club, heels clacking on the floor, and wave to Choji, the owner of the club and current barkeeper. They only come when he's on his shift.
Naruto yells to them, his voice rising over the loud pop/rock music, peppy and jumpy and good to shake your stuff to.
The music's loud, the crowd is happy, and the mood is perfect.
Naruto grabs Sakura by the hand and they headbang together, her pink locks jumping and bouncing about freely. Naruto's needlelike spikes hop about sharply, and his nose wrinkles as he shouts out the words to the song and punches a fist into the air.
The whole crowd is a jumble of clothing and bouncing and grinning and laughing and bad dance moves. Nearly every single person there is a ninja who hasn't been off duty in months.
They don't want to worry or even think.
THEY JUST WANT TO DANCE.