Title: Dance Dance
Rating: T
Pairing: NaruSasuSaku
Summary: Life's more fun when you dance the night away and think about the consequences/aching feet later.
Warnings: AU, drinking, cursing
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. (Insert witty joke here)
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Haruno Sakura felt sick. And hot. And dizzy. She felt the particles of liquid, dust, and dirt melt into the film of sweat upon her skin. Every time Sakura tried to moved away from the swarm of gyrating bodies, Ino or some stranger (in this case, a tall blond guy? She could barely make out his features in the darkness of the club) would pull her back in.
"One dance?" asked the mysterious blond man.
OOO
Uzumaki Naruto gave his foxiest grin to the pretty girl with pink hair whose hand he held delicately. The girl's teeth were bared as she glared at him with piercing green eyes the same shade as a Granny Smith apple.
The girl moved closer to him and shouted in his ear, "I don't think so! I'm tired of dancing for the night." Her voice tried to drown out the raised volume of the pumping music. Naruto laughed and the girl looked offended, her eyes narrowing further. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against her right ear, "You're not tired of dancing; you're just tired of moving to the wrong type of music. Come with me."
The girl made a face, as if she had ate something sour, before raising her knee and ramming it up his crotch.
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Uchiha Sasuke dropped his cigarette to the ground and stepped on it, putting an end to its orange glow. It was dark. And he was drunk, but sober enough to not attempt driving home while drunk. It was cold outside earlier, but not at the moment. The alcohol he consumed was burning like fire through his veins. He stood outside of the club, hoping to cool down before he went into a heat overload.
A girl ran past him. She had pink hair. Perhaps, Sasuke thought, I'm imagining her. Hallucinating. Suffering from a delusion. It wouldn't be the first time.
"Hey you," Sasuke called with a slur. The girl stopped and turned around. A blush came to her cheeks. Sasuke figured that she was probably distracted by his looks. People always were. They never took the time to see past them.
"What… do you… want?" the girl asked, stunned yet wary.
Sasuke licked his lips and said, "Drive me home. I'm drunk."
OOO
Naruto hobbled after the pink haired girl, turning down flirtatious advances from both males and females alike on his way. When he finally made it outside, the night air cooled down his heated flesh. His bubblegum-headed mystery girl was standing face to face with a dark haired, skinny looking guy. They were talking.
Naruto walked up to the guy and pulled him away from the girl. The dark haired guy had black eyes and blue tinted lips.
The pink haired girl crossed her arms and stared at Naruto with disdain, "You again? You shouldn't be walking, not with the force I kicked your balls with."
"…Uzumaki Naruto, nice to meet 'cha too! This guy here looks like a predator slash junkie…I'm only trying to protect you," Naruto stated, gesturing toward the skinny man he held back.
Sakura placed a hand on her hip, "Haruno Sakura. And I can take care of myself you cocky asshole. And I agree…about this guy not looking good. He says he's drunk."
Sasuke didn't like the feel of Naruto's hands on his shoulders, "…Uchiha Sasuke. And if you don't let me the fuck go moron, I'll—"
Sasuke began to cough, slim shoulders quivering as he threw up on Naruto's brand new shoes.
"You're not coming into my car with those shoes on," Sakura stated bluntly, twirling her car keys with one finger. Green eyes glanced over to the oatmeal colored spittle dripping from the side of Sasuke's otherwise pretty mouth.
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Sakura made sure to sent a text message to Ino, assuring her friend that she left the club and was at home safe and sound. She purposely left out the part about bringing home with her two (dead sexy) strangers.
And in case the strangers attempted to assault her in any manner, Sakura had mace, a truncheon, a handgun, and a shotgun hidden in various areas of her home. She also possessed years of self-defense martial arts.
"Hey, Sakura-chan, do you have any instant ramen? You owe me some food for making me ditch my kick-ass shoes," Naruto voice rang from Sakura's kitchen.
"Oh trust me, they weren't all that kick-ass," Sakura replied, brushing back the black, silky locks of Sasuke's hair, setting a moist towel upon his forehead. He rested on her couch. The dark haired beauty glared at her with smoldering onyx eyes. He pale cheeks were flushed.
Well, at least his lips aren't blue anymore, Sakura thought.
Naruto wandered into her living room with a cup of instant ramen in one hand and chopsticks in the other, strutting around in his black leather pants and stylishly ripped orange tank top. Day-Glo orange looked good on him.
"…So you're one of those girls," Sasuke murmured, his face settling into a gaze of perfect indifference. Sakura raised an eyebrow. Sasuke continued speaking. "You see some attractive guys and immediately take them home? For all you know I could be a psychopathic rapist. As a woman, you should more aware."
Naruto stopped eating his ramen and grinned. "…You both think I'm hot? I am awesome. Oh, and Sasuke? You're a complete asshole for saying that to Sakura-chan. She oughta kick your ungrateful, anorexic ass out."
Sakura snarled. "I ought to kick BOTH of you out; you're both starting to piss me off! Especially you Sasuke! How dare you…how DARE you assume things when you don't even know me?! Ohh, you're SO LUCKY you're helpless right now; beating you to a pulp just wouldn't be fair right now. This…this is the LAST TIME I'm helping RUDE drunk strangers and letting some tall, BLOND guy eat my food!"
Naruto pouted, "What do you have against blonds? You have pink hair, may I remind you."
Sakura ignored Naruto's remark as she paced in circles, her bare toes squishing themselves into her plush beige carpet. She stopped in mid-circle and slamming her fist into the nearest wall, creating a network of lines.
So…that explains all the little cracks on her wall, Naruto thought while finishing up his ramen.
She's strong, Sasuke vaguely thought.
Naruto placed his ramen cup down on Sakura's table, "Yeah, so, do you guys want to dance?"
"…Dance? What are you talking about?" Sakura inquired, quickly getting over her fit of uncontrollable rage.
Naruto smirked, "Yeah. To the right kind of music."
Sasuke sat up from where he laid, removing the wet towel from his forehead, "I think I need to get more drunk. Just so I can forget tonight's events. Where do you keep your alcohol?"
Naruto chuckled, "You're cute Uchiha and a definite alcoholic. But I can assure you, no one ever forgets about me. Believe it."
Sakura shivered. Why did such a cheesy catchphrase sound so hot coming out of Naruto's mouth?
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Uchiha Sasuke woke up the next morning with the worst headache of his life. He was as naked as the day he was born, harboring bite marks, red lines, and bruises all over his body.
A pink haired girl…no woman, a pink haired woman slept soundly on one side of him while a blond snored loudly on the other. They both had their clothes on. The blond's pants were unzipped and the girl was missing a bra, but granted they still had clothes on. There were used condoms on the floor.
Did I…get raped last night?
"Dance?"
"Yeah. To the right kind of music."
Sasuke blinked. Oh. That happened.
Sasuke closed his eyes and decided to go back to sleep. He'd sort things out when the two other people beside him felt less warm and his hangover felt less prominent.
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