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"So...Sakura-chan! How've you been?" Naruto grinned at me, his usual toothy grin. He was always so happy, it got pretty tiring and irritating to try and match his enthusiasm all the time.

"I have been good. No, bad. Yeah, pretty bad." I sipped my sparkly cocktail which TenTen had got for me. She was sitting silently next to Hinata's cousin, Neji. I shuddered, remembering him to be quite the Ice-Prince(ss!). Eep! He was glaring at me!

"Bad? Wow, what happened? You always seemed the happy-go-lucky type to me." Naruto looked confused.

"Remember when my dad passed away?" I asked and he nodded slowly. "Times were hard, eh? Then mum got sick and that whole mess with our finances left us with quite a few debts. So money's been a bit hard to come by." I explained.

"Sakura-chan, if you need money I'd gladly give you some!" Naruto exclaimed. I smiled.

"That's sweet of you, but no. If I took that money, it'd be just another debt for me to pay and I don't want that."

"I won't lend you the money, I'll give it-"

"Oh, that's even worse!" He looked surprised. "I'm not a charity-case, Naruto! I want to work my debts off...you understand, right?"

He smiled, "You bet I do! I'm behind you, supporting you all the way, Sakura-chan"

"That's nice, thanks. This is a night for me to kick back and relax, so no more depressing talks." I shook my head. "Pour me another drink, will ya?"

We laughed and drunk ourselves silly. I knew it'd be hell to pay in the morning, but hey - it was the weekend and my first night of fun in years. I was willing to pay that price.

I drank until I could drink no more, all thoughts of debts, family and SASUKE forgotten with each burning gulp of the fiery liquor.

"Oooh, this is NOT worth it!"

My head hurt, it pounded and wouldn't stop wobbling. My eyes refused to focus, which made the throbbing much worse. I didn't recollect how I'd reached home and when. My phone beeped noisily and I cringed, grabbing it and flipping it open to stop the noise.

I feel like shit. You better feel the same or I'll assume you tried to get me drunk last night to take advantage of me.

This is Naruto, btw. You gave me your number, I'm not a stalker!

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Ugh! I am too, believe me, if the world doesn't stop spinning I may just spend my lovely weekend cleaning up puke from my entire apartment. I curse that sparkly drink.

I know and yes. Of course you're not, :P

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MWAHAHA! I'm happy that you're as miserable as me! I'm happy it's Saturday. No work today. You seem like you don't believe me though...

Hey, you sure you don't wanna be a teacher at my school?

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Yes. Now go away. My saturday's meant to be spent in solitute and silence. -_- Zzzzz

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You spelt 'solitude' wrong. Meh.

"Still hungover, Haruno?" Uchiha smirked.

"No, but why do you seem happy about me being in such pain?" I whined.

"Well, I normally wouldn't be, but when I tried to get you away from alchohol, you so sweetly said, and I quote: Buzz off Bozo, it'z my boozing night and you iz in my face and - I am so confumbled?" I marvelled at his ability to keep a straight face. "I think the 'confumbled' part was best."

"I dislike direct quotes. Parroting is annoying when people other than I do it." I buried my face in my hands.

"Hey, hey get back to work. You should drink less. I swear you cleaned out the entire lounge." he muttered and walked back into his sanctuary.

Sticking my tongue out at his retreating back, I sighed and turned back to the work at hand. Why was it that the one day I was incapable of doing it, I got shitloads of paperwork? Slowly picking my way through the bills, proposals and letters, I leaned back exhausted. There was still a little work left, but I didn't feel like doing it. Making my way to my boss' office, I knocked once and entered. He looked up when I entered and I noticed him trying to cover up a smug smile.

"Can I go on a coffee break? I'll get you some back, if you want." I asked, wearily rubbing my eyes with one hand, my reading glasses left forgotten on the top of the pile of letters on my desk.

"Fine. I'd like one cube of sugar and lots of cream." He turned back to his work. I blinked, nodded and left wordlessly.

Returning with my drink, I sat on one of the many soft, cushy couch in the lounge by my desk, sipping my black coffee thoughtfully. It was strange that I knew the same people as my boss, despite us being from different social classes. One of my best friends from childhood, was the best friend of my boss'. All my childhood friends were friends with my current friends and my BOSS! No matter how many times I repeated it in my head, it had the feeling of being unreal.

"Ah, whatever! It's just my boss, big deal." I sat up, nearly spilling my coffee, shaking my head. "It won't make a difference if we meet each other out of work hours! We work overtime sometimes!" I tipped the remaining dregs of the strong black liquid down my throat and licked my lips. Not exactly tasty, but strong.

"Yes, well, those overtime hours won't be nearly as pleasant if they consist of you talking to yourself and not doing what I told you to."

I jumped at the sudden intrusion. As I expected, with my crappy Loser's Luck as we called it, it was the very object of my thoughts. Err...spoken-out-loud thoughts.

"Sorry?" I blushed. What the heck was he talking about?

"My coffee. It's been over 20 minutes, and now I'm craving it. Where is it?" he furrowed his brow and crossed his arms, looking - to my utter amazement - like a spoiled child.

"OH! Sorry!" I jumped up and bowed. Running off to the mini-kitchen where we kept snacks and other utensils, I began making a second cup of coffee as I watched him sigh and walk back into his office.

"So freakin' cuutte..." I cooed under my breath and caught myself.

WHAT ONE EARTH WAS I THINKING? Uchiha Sasuke was NOT cute. Hot perhaps, but innocently cute? Not a chance in hell!

I didn't seem to have provided a very convincing argument to my inner self because I was still smiling like an idiot as I replayed his pout over and over in my head.

Hehe. Random chappie, eh? Wait, I kind of liked it =P

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