Sakura groans. The glaring sunshine was mocking her. Why else would it be shining cheerfully at, Sakura raises her head, 11:00 in the morning. Ok maybe it had reason. Sitting up slowly her head aching, Sakura contemplatesthe inside of her eyelids for a few moments before pushing herself up to her feet. Her eyes water at the cheerful light as she stumbles towards the bathroom. Once reaching the bathroom she retches the contents of her stomach into the toilet. Mission accomplished she feels decidely more human. Moving a little faster she looks into the mirror.

Her eyes stop.

Something was different. She was wearing the same clothes as last night minus boots. One stocking missing in action. She leans closer to the mirror. She couldnt quite put her finger on it but something was different. Sakuras green eyes search her reflection trying to place what was wrong. Hair messy and down, not that unusual. Green eyes blurry and bloodshot to be suspected. Lipstick gone once again not unexpected. She squints her eyes and leans closer to the mirror. There, on her neck, a small dark mark. She rubs the spot. It didn't fade. It didn't hurt either. It was a hickey. Her eyes widens as snippits of the night before come rushing back. Lips. Silver hair. Ino's laugh. The kunai in the bar ceiling. Sappy love songs. Explosive applause. Sakura searches her mind unless her life was turning into a surrealist play. It was safe to say SOMETHING happened.

She braces her hands on the sink and shakes her head. No. Lives just dont turn into surrealist plays without warning. Last night. Last night was Friday.Ok. Logic. Logic good. The color drained out of her face. Friday night meant bar night.

Her legs give out from underneath her.

No.

It can't be possible.

Where's a kunai when you need one?