"Do you want to dance?" Sakura asked. Gaara stared at her blankly and she laughed at herself. "No. Of course not. How silly of me to even ask."
"I only know how to ballroom dance." Gaara said quietly.
Sakura looked at him sharply. "You ballroom dance?"
Gaara nodded. "It's a diplomatic skill." He answered. Temari had forced him to learn, and together they had spent many painful nights learning to dance well. And yet, those had been some of the best times they had had.
"Wow." Sakura said, leaning back in her chair and looking at the ceiling. She was trying to imagine Gaara in a ballroom, waltzing. Surprisingly enough, she could see it. No doubt, when they had parties in Suna he wouldn't have a chance to sit all night, forced to dance with a long line of pretty women. She snorted. "We should go to a ball sometime. I'll ask Tsunade to invite me to the next one."
Gaara sighed. "Please don't."
Sakura grinned at him and nudged him with her shoulder. "I think you'd have fun, no matter what you say."
Gaara looked up and met her eyes and she felt how close their faces were to each other. Suddenly embarrassed, she quickly turned away and ordered another round of drinks.
"I thought you said we weren't getting drunk tonight."
Sakura turned and forced a grin at Gaara. "I said we didn't have to. That doesn't mean we're not going to."