"That is what you have to say?" She was angry, very angry.

"Look, I am sorry, okay?" He raised his hands into the air, one still holding his half emptied glass of beer. "What do you want from me?"

"Listen," she hissed, seizing him by the collar, as if he had not had enough surprises for the day. "I would have knocked the living daylights out of your head if it was any other day, but I am going to let it pass today."

He felt that her eyes were boring a hole into his skull as she spoke – she might as well had came from hell herself. "If I catch you harassing anyone else ever again, you are going to get it, got it?"

"What the-" He shook her hand off. "Whatever, this is such a drag," he backed off and cursed his luck.

"What's the matter?" She turned and saw her brother standing behind her, his calm eyes and dark suit stuck out the atmosphere of the club like a sore thumb. "You are dripping, Temari."

"I'd prefer you not to say that, Gaara," she pressed her hand against her temples and began to rub. "This is such a headache. I am going to the washroom."

She turned and walked away, trying to find her way to the toilet.

As she pushed the door open, she found herself in a less than pleasant sight.

A pink haired girl was helping her friend, pulling her blonde hair back to be exact, as she attempted to vomit into one of the toilets. They left the door unclosed, Temari arched a skeptical eyebrow as she pulled out several hand towel from its dispenser. She began to rub her chest, the smell of beer was overpowering her jasmine perfume, and she hated it.

She sighed at her futile attempt, and proceeded to spray some of her perfume on her neck and wrists. She paid little attention as the two girls emerged from the toilet stall.

"Wait a minute, you are Temariiii!" The blonde, half drunk, half zombie-like girl exclaimed in a squeal. "Oh. My. God. You are so pretty in person!"

"Thank you," she said with a pathetic smile, she could feel the sweat rolling down her face, as the blushing girl walked forward and slung herself onto her.

"Temarii please take a photo with me, pweaseeee-" She began to nag her, holding onto her arm and refusing to let go, the mixture of alcohol and god knows what made her feel slightly sick. She rolled her eyes a little, and smiled as she nodded.

"Sakuraaa, come on you hold the camera, let's take a selfieee." The girl passed her the phone and Sakura took the phone.

She raised the phone into the air and took a few quick snaps. The blonde girl seemed delighted. "Thank you so muchhh, I love your new movie!" She managed to give her a suffocating hug before leaving the toilet with her friend, who nodded at her apologetically as she left the toilet with the blonde girl's arm slung over her shoulder.

Temari sighed again as she left the toilet and returned to the table that Kankuro had booked for them, Gaara was sitting quietly and sipping on his cup of scotch without a word, still sticking out like a pointy needle; Kankuro was having god knows which round of shots with a bunch of barely clothed girls, he was clearly having a good time.

"Big sis!" He is probably drunk as well. Temari thought to herself as she sat back down.

"There is something wrong about the way you smell," Gaara commented, still as calm as he always is.

Temari sighed as she rolled her eyes. "I know Gaara," she said. "Think I won't be coming back for some time, there are some obnoxious people here."

"I think it is pretty nice here," he said, sipping from his drink.

"Did you talk to anyone?" Temari arched an eyebrow.

"Not really," he replied. "But it is nice, dark, noisy and flashy, a nice change compared to our home."

"…Gaara, every club is like this," she commented, as Gaara ignored her and sipped on his drink.

"Come on, Temari, don't be such a sour puss," Kankuro grinned at her, pushing a shot glass in front of her. "Drink up! Loosen up a little bit."

He held his own shot glass in front of her and raised it into mid air. "Here is to our best actress in Fallen Tiara!"

She smiled with a shake of her head and touched glasses with her brothers, before downing the entire glass.

"How much did she drink? What a drag," Shikamaru rolled his eyes as he helped Ino up on her feet, her arm slung across his shoulder. They walked out of the club, with Sakura holding their handbags, her step wobbly as well.

He thought inside his mind that Chouji probably bailed out, blaming it on his father's urgent call, he silently cursed his friend for ditching him in this situation.

Just when he thought he could reach the safety of his car, he found himself in the presence of the she-devil once again.

She was standing there, waiting for her ride perhaps, with two men standing next to her. One of them had red hair, and similar green eyes as she have, while the other looked little like her, his face scrawling with strange purple patterns.

The worst part came to his mind when he saw her approaching him, fuming, almost.

She almost wrenched Ino off his shoulders, and glared at him. "How dare you, have some shame," she spat. "Just how low can you get?"

"What the fuck- I am driving her home," Shikamaru almost felt like pulling out his hair in frustration.

The blonde woman, her face red with anger, was just about to say something when Sakura jumped in, and dipped her head towards her.
"It is a complete misunderstanding, Temari-san! Shikamaru-san here is really just helping Ino to get home," she said, with a half embarrassed look on her face, she cracked a forced smile and chuckled dryly. "Ino must be very happy to know that a famous movie star like you would stand up for her, anyways."

Temari's anger faded and embarrassment began to emerge from her slightly pink face, and darting glances with her shiny green eyes.

"If you aren't thinking about such dirty things yourself, perhaps you wouldn't mess up," of course he would not miss the chance to rub it in, somehow, she was strangely … attractive when she is angry, but he knew that look that replaced the embarrassment on her face.

Oh no.

He was not sure which level of hell did he put himself in.

"Well, if you weren't such a pervert, perhaps I would have a higher opinion of you," she said so while slinging Ino's arm across his shoulder swiftly, glaring at him during the process.

Just as he thought that she was going to slap him again, Sakura jumped in to his rescue.

"Temari-san! Your limo, it has arrived," she pointed at the direction of her brothers. She sucked her teeth, and glared at Shikamaru one last time before turning her back.

"What a fucking drag," he muttered as he helped a zombie-like Ino into the car, his glance wandered as she walked back to the two men angrily and entered her own limousine.

"Women are so troublesome," he complained mindlessly, as he started the engine.

Temari was fuming as she sat in their ride, Kankuro studying her expression with great amusement.

"Can't believe a guy like that make you this angry, big sis," he said, barely able to contain his laughter.

She shot a deadly glare at him and crossed her arms in front of her beer stained chest.

"Arghh!" She exclaimed. "Men are all dogs!"

She pressed her hand against her face, as Kankuro tried his best to hold his laugh.

"I am more of a cat person myself," Gaara said, without much hesitation.

A burst of laughter erupted in the limousine.

When the siblings stepped off the car, Temari was still fuming, Gaara was still oblivious, and Kankuro was holding on his cheek yelping, swearing that he had a black eye.

And so an eventful night was drawn to a close, and another new day began in Konoha city.

Author's note:

So... how was it? I hope it is funny enough ... Gaara and Kankuro makes a pretty good comedic duo tbh lol

Shikamaru and Temari hate each other for the time being ... well :3

I hope you guys enjoy! Feel free to tell me what you think about the story! xoxo

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