Chapter Thirteen
Cherry Berry Sakura
Sakura sipped her iced tea, only one thing on her mind: Sasuke. She pushed her drink away from her and sighed. "Do you think he'll ever come back?" she said, almost to herself.
"Ok, Sakura, this has gone on long enough. You've got to stop moping over Sasuke! Just because he's found someone else doesn't mean you have to sit around and be depressed, girl!" her unfortunate best
friend Rima told her. "Think about it this way: your life is practically perfect—good job, friends…and what do I have? Nobody. Nothing."
"You have Shiki." Sakura argued.
Rima hiccupped. "He left. Last night. For some chick named Hinata."
Sakura sighed. "I guess we're both out of luck, then."
Rima smiled, showing slightly yellow teeth. "Well, you never know, there are plenty of fish in the sea."
"Excuse me, but are you, by chance, Sakura Haruno?" a voice called out softly. A man a little bit older than Sakura came from somewhere behind her, his red hair blowing freely.
"Sasori?" Sakura said, confused. "I killed you."
"Um…do you know each other?" Rima pointed awkwardly.
Sasori ignored her. "I see you haven't changed much, Sakura, but who might this lovely lady be?" Sasori made Sakura's name sound like song.
Rima giggled in her drunken manner "Oh, Sasori, you con. Well, my boyfriend happens to be puttin' the moves on Hinata so maybe you and I can have some fun." Rima had obviously had too many drinks, for she couldn't see that Sasori was not interested in her. He only had eyes for Sakura, but she, being the diva that she was, wouldn't even look at him.
Rima, on the other hand, was falling all over the place. "Waiter, could we have some more drinks please?" she called to the bartender.
Sasori stopped her. "No, no. This round's on me." He yelled waving a fifty dollar bill around like he was king of the bar.
"Oh no, Sasori, I don't drink!" Sakura huffed, but it didn't stop him from ordering for her.
"You'll be fine after a few, you won't even feel it" Sasori whispered his last phrase, as though it implied something else.
"Well I don't know about Sakura but I can't resist a free drink" Rima hiccupped, changing the subject.
Sakura's face began to become pink to match her hair, for she knew his deep brown eyes were locked on her. He began to lick his lips and with every movement Sakura's face became a deeper shade of red. After an awkward silence probably only noticed by Sakura and Sasori, the drinks arrived. About two hours and several drinks later, they all lost it.
Rima was nowhere to be found, Sakura assumed she would be sleeping on some other drunk guy. That just left Sakura and Sasori…
sasoriXsakura!!!
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