A/N: Hey, I have a multi chapter ShikaTema fic going. It's called Mandatory Matrimony, if you're interested. Review :)
Shikamaru sat on the nearest empty stool, exhausted. Temari grabbed the seat next to him.
"One sea breeze please," he requested the bartender.
"A sea breeze for the handsome shinobi, coming right up," she replied with a saucy wink.
Temari looked at the platinum blonde with narrowed eyes.
"And a hard wind for the slutty bartender," she muttered, pulling out her fan.
Shikamaru threw an apologetic look toward the now terrified girl.
"I'm so sorry," he said. "I didn't think this would happen again."
She didn't hear him through the gale sending her straight through the wall.