Day 1:
Ino comes back from the party with a wealth of information and a spring in her step that has her spinning whimsically around the room.
The dealer's name is Satoshi. She'd managed to catch his eye, and to her best estimation, she'll have him hook, line and sinker by the second week.
"You work fast," Sakura comments, watching with amusement as Ino flops dramatically onto the mattress.
"What can I say? I'm irresistible."
"You and your big head."
"I thought that was my line."
Sakura rolls her eyes. Ino is in a splendid mood – the rumors about the Rapture do not disappoint, apparently. She looks like she feels lighter than air, like she could just dissolve into the ether and become one with the universe.
It's very entertaining. It's also a little worrying. That is how addiction works, after all – take drug, feel good, repeat.
It's not like Ino isn't an expert at mental control, but Sakura still feels the need to ask.
"Hey, Ino?"
"Hmm?"
"Don't disappear on me, alright?"
Sakura tries to sound as nonchalant as possible, but the worry is evident in the fact that she's asking at all. Ino just laughs, though.
"Don't worry, Forehead. You can't get rid of me that easily."