"Let me take you to our blue-pink heaven"

Hidan's eyebrow twitched once more when he heard Deidara sigh beside him for the nth time. The silver haired male took in a deep breath and exhaled. 'Relax Hidan, remember what your instructor said; Relax. Breath' Hidan thought to himself referring to the Anger Management sessions he recently went to. 'Find reasons why you shouldn't scream and just blow your top off; it would not do well if I scream in a hotel lobby. It won't, right? Right. Breathe and try not to murder Deidara' Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Sigh. Eyebrow twitch. Exhale. Sigh.

"That's it!" Hidan growled and lunged.

Sasori calmly poured himself a glass of cold water and proceeded to his suite's living room where his unwanted visitors were. Seated apart on the same couch, Deidara and HIdan sent glares to each other. The blonde shrugged on his unbuttoned polo shirt properly and sank deeper down the couch just like a petulant child and sighed. Hidan's eyebrow twitched with the sound as he tried to slick back his hair back to perfection. "Che" Hidan crossed his arms over his chest and looked away. Sasori sat across the two and placed down his half empty glass on his table. The red head cleared his throat and asked "And to what do I owe this unfortunate visit?"

"Tsk, ask pansy-ass"

"So you just came to my suite earlier to say that you can't find an inspiration for your final project? That's it?" Sasori stated at hi so-called best friend. "I can't believe you, you can just pass one of your extra artworks, those are good enough" Even with Sasori's high standards, he openly admits –sort of and rarely at that- that Deidara was a good artist, even if they do differ in their ideas. Deidara sighed, "I don't want good enough, I want something that'll make people stare at awe, un. They'll say 'beautiful', 'artistic' and 'that's art!' un" Deidara exclaimed, letting out a breath of bliss as he thought about it.

"Hey party pips! Come and join the party!" A drunken Hidan swayed towards the duo with a bottle of rum in hand. They were at the private section of a club one of their frat brother's owned. From were they were, the music wasn't as loud as it should've been. "You stupid alcoholic, un. Get away from me" Deidara pushed Hidan's face away from his when the man true to show him his 'brotherly love' for him. Deidaraturned to Sasori while ignoring how Hidan slithered to a corner rocking himself back and forth muttering something in the lines of 'rejection' and 'pain' among other things. "So, help me out here un. How do you spark your artistic creativity? Any tips on how to look for inspiration you'd like to share?" Deidara asked Sasori as blue and red lights danced across his face and body.

"I don't know"

"Wha-?"

"I don't get inspired. I make my art for myself. It's only a plus that people actually like it" Sasori shrugged.

Deidara frowned and took a sip from his drink "Che, geniuses" he muttered.

"But I heard that going out and trying new things may spur your imagination" Sasori added his hand flicking a cigarette on the ashtray. "And—"

"And blah, blah, blah!" Hidan suddenly appeared to them once more, his words came out as a slur, his head lolling side to side with every 'blah'. The silver haired business management student draped one of his heavy arms on Deidara's shoulder and the other on Sasori's, nearly knocking down the red head's drink, earning him a glare. "You know what?" Deidara's nose scrunched in annoyance when he smelled Hidan's breath. Hidan leaned closer to his ear.

"Imma give you an advice…."

Closer.

"To sspur-ur your im'gntn"

Closer

…..

"Go get laid man! Pop your cherry!"'

Hidan screamed the last part and fell on the floor with a thud.

"That idiot" Deidara muttered angrily as he walked towards the club's bar. He was referring to Hidan and what the stupid man yelled before he lost his consciousness. "Tsk, I need something strong un" He would've just stayed in the private area only if Hidan hadn't hogged the entire couch to himself. Deidara shuddered at the image of Hidan's mouth wide open. Sasori had already left the scene, claiming that he didn't want to be the one to bring Hidan home –his exact words; "Your housemate, your problem"

"Fuck both of them" The blonde slid to the bar's stool and hailed for the bartender. "The usual, my man?" Genma, one of the club's owners's asked. "Yeah, un" Deidara muttered back as he turned around and watched the swaying mass of people on the dance floor.

In a club, you'll see different kinds of people. The first timers, couples, the regulars, the alcoholics etc, but you'd almost always see someone who'd capture your attention and won't let go of it till tomorrow.

Deidara blew a sliver of his blonde hair from his face and frowned, the hell? Was he really considering Hidan's advice?

Deidara turned around once more just in time for his drink.

"You look bummed" Genma commented while polishing glasses. One thing Deidara didn't understand about this guy is the fact that he preferred to spend his nights being a bartender when he didn't even need to.

"I am, un" Deidara admitted

"Why?" Genma raised an eyebrow at his admittance

"Finals" Deidara muttered

"Ah, I see. No wonder" The brown haired male leaned towards Deidara "You know what can help you?"

"What?"

"A woman." Genma grinned "Get laid! Get inspired! If that doesn't spur your imagination, I don't know what will!"

Deidara rolled his exposed eye and said; "You're the second person to tell me that, and the first person is Hidan. Tell you what, un, if you can find me a girl that'll help me with my finals I may consider it!"

'A challenge, hmm?'

Genma searched the crowd for any possible candidates, "How about— What can I get Ms. Beautiful?" Deidara turned to see who stole Genma's attention and came face to face to the face that he'll never forget until tomorrow (or the day after that and the day after the day after that…)

To be continued…. (since my time is almost up)