Many thanks to Cynchick for being so wonderful and editing the crap out of this for me.
Morning Blend
This was why Kakashi didn't attend house parties.
He should have known any party Genma threw would be wild. The aftermath of the blended drinks practically poured down his throat throbbed in his temples. They'd done a number not only on his head – a tiny Naruto was inside using his brain for a punching bag – but on his memories too. Everything was fuzzy, blending together just as the alcohol had blended with his bloodstream.
Genma behind the bar, serving drink after drink until Kakashi lost count of how much he ingested. Gai, green spandex suit bunched around his waist as he proposed a toast to youth. Hinata full of liquid courage, vowing to find Naruto and declare her love on the spot. She must have, because he recalled glimpses of them making out as if they would eat each other alive.
However, nowhere in his fragmented memories could he find the explanation for his current predicament.
This had to be Genma's room, and probably Genma's bed. Strange, considering he thought he could hold his booze well enough not to pass out in a friend's bed, although he supposed he'd never consumed so much alcohol simultaneously in his entire life. What was really disturbing was the fact that his heavy limbs were entangled with two more sets of legs; smooth, feminine legs wound with his so thoroughly that leaving without awakening them would be impossible. Two heads rested on his chest, one pink and one blonde, both mussed in a way only one activity could do.
Somehow, he'd ended up in bed with Sakura and her best friend Ino, and as far as he could tell, the three of them didn't have a shred of clothing between them.
It was that morning that Kakashi Hatake swore off alcohol.