Title: You Are The Problem
Rating: K+
Word Count: 545-ish
Summary: Three of our favorite kunoichi decide to drink away their guy troubles, while Hinata looks on in horror. Sakura, Ino, Tenten, Hinata, no parings.
Warnings: Um, drunkeness and feminism.
Author's Notes: A little update before I head to NYC for a week. Written as part of a multi-fandom challenge thing with the prompt: "You. You are the problem."

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"I don't understand why he doesn't get it," a very smashed Sakura moaned as she slumped against the bar.

"Me either," an equally smashed Ino groaned in agreement, almost spilling her drink in her agitation.

"It's because they ain't got no brains," a slightly more composed Tenten responded, glaring at her drink as if it had done her some deep personal harm. "All because they're doin' all their thinking with their little heads and not their big ones."

Sakura and Ino erupted into a bout of Jiraiya-esque snickers. "Well, I don't know about your boyfriend," Ino tittered, "but mine-"

Seated on Tenten's other side, Hinata stirred her ice water extra fast and tried to ignore her friends' outbursts. The barkeep, eying the other three kunoichi warily, asked (for the third time in an hour) if he could get her anything else.

"No, I'm fine," Hinata muttered, taking her hands away from her glass. "I'm the, um, 'designated-Dave' tonight."

"That's right, Hinata-chyan~" Tenten cried as she threw an arm around the younger girl's stiff shoulders. "'Cause you're just about the best friend a girl could ask for. You take care of us. Not like those stupid boy stupid-heads." Tenten then shot a glare at the hovering barkeep, who, as far as Hinata knew, had never done more than keep the weapon's master supplied with a near-constant flow of whiskey and bahama mamas.

"I'll go get you another glass of water, sugar," he muttered, walking toward the opposite end of the bar.

Tenten's incensed cry of "Sugar? Who the hell are you callin' sugar?" sounded through the bar and deafened Hinata enough that she had trouble hearing Ino ask, sullenly, why she wasn't drowning her sorrows in cheap alcohol and sisterhood.

"Um, because I have a kind, considerate boyfriend who understands me and worships the ground I walk on?"

She was spared the barrage of weapons, punches and scratches that was sure to follow her comment by the entrance of the aforementioned stupid boy stupid-heads.

Sakura, huffing, slammed her drink down and marched (or weaved, whichever) away from the bar to point an accusing finger at the new arrivals. "You," she shrieked, indicating the whole crowd of stupid-heads. "You are the problem."

"Yeah," Ino added as she stumbled up to stand by her friend-slash-fellow feminist. "You and your stupid boy pe-"

"Ne, Ino-chan, don't you think it's time to go home now?" Hinata said quickly, jumping in front of the rabid-looking kunoichi as if to shield the boys. "We can go get some rocky road and some chocolates and spend the whole night talking about how much we hate men and their stupid boy-" she winced "-parts."

Ino looked speculatively off into space. "I do love Rocky Road..."

"Ino, focus," Tenten shouted, joining Sakura in pointing toward the objects of their anger who, in a moment of blinding stupidity, remained rooted just inside the bar (and well within striking distance, the idiots).

"Oh, right." Ino snapped to attention. "GET 'EM!"

Hinata suppressed a squeak as her three friends flew past her and proceeded to tear into the group of boys still staring dumbfounded at their approaching doom. Sighing in defeat, she plopped down at the bar and raised a tired forefinger. "I'll take that drink now, please."

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