tampered | log; ongoing;

When; Sunday, March 29th, evening and into the niiiiiight.
Rating; Uh... PG-13? I hope.
Characters; The goddamn Naruto crew.
Summary; In which Ino throws a party to celebrate Sakura's 18th birthday and newfound legalness. God help up all.
Log;

As best friend forever of the birthday girl, Ino felt it absolutely vital to throw the best damn party Sakura had ever seen--not a major feat, since Sakura also went by Killjoy McSpoilsport, but it was the thought that counted. Sakura would get the big party she denied wanting but everyone knew she wanted anyway, and Ino would get the chance to force everyone together, mix liberally with alcohol, and take pictures.

So after many hours organizing, buying things, assisting with presents (that means you, Naruto and Obito), and bullying Shikamaru into decorating and footing the tab, everything was ready for the ninja to let loose--or just jiggle around the sticks up their asses. There was a cake--chocolate, of course--a whole lineup of food, drinks of both the alcoholic and nonalcoholic persuasion, and buttloads of decorations, all in varying shades of pink. Everywhere. With some purple thrown in for good measure, because the best friend forever of the birthday girl said so.

Ino had instructed her guests to arrive at 8pm sharp, with a leeway of about half an hour before she personally hunted them down like animals, and as the clock ticked down to lift off, she smiled. This was going to be interesting.

[[ooc; First rule of party thread: do whatever the hell you want in party thread. Second rule of party thread: DO WHATEVER THE HELL YOU WANT IN PARTY THREAD. Hop in, jump out, mark threads for yourselves, leave them open to all, whatever knocks your socks off, MAKE LIKE NIKE AND JUST DO IT. I'm certainly not going to stop you, you crazy kids. ♥]]

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"So I'm that special, eh?"

"Doesn't my present prove it?"

"It does..." She paused for a moment, then looked him straight in the eyes. "Ask me out again."

That was his Sakura-chan, straightforward if she wanted something. His hands locked behind his head as he smiled. He'd asked her out millions of times, one more wouldn't hurt.

"Hey, Sakura-chan? Will you go out on a date with me? A real one with dinner and talking and all that kind of stuff?"

Hey, Naruto. Remember when I told you to be persistent? Guess it finally paid off. "Yes."

"Heh, the birthday girl is giving me a present." He gave her another thumbs up before continuing, "I promise I'll treat you better than anyone ever could!"

In the first impulse of tenderness towards him since...a long time ago, she supposed--Sakura raised one hand to cup his cheek. "I doubt anyone could treat me better than you, Naruto," she said.

Of course, he couldn't help the reddening of his cheeks at her touch or the reaching up and resting of his hand on her wrist. "You betcha, Sakura-chan..." he beamed, ecstatic at the small display of affection from the only person he wanted it from.

"If I were one to bet, then yes," she said, smirking up at him. "But if I'm like shishou in that aspect, too, I would lose."

Still grinning like an idiot, he dropped his hand and rocked back and forth on his heels. "I don't think anyone has her luck."

She dropped her hand to her side as well. Let's not get frisky before the first date, mmhmm. "Probably not, no," she said, thinking about Tsunade's own bad luck in love. Jiraiya had slipped right through her fingers... I won't be like that, she thought, looking at Naruto pensively. Definitely not like her there.

"Okay, I'm hungry," she quipped, eager for a change of subject. "Please tell me she included snacks or I'm raiding her kitchen."

"Oh, yeah. There's pretty much everything except ramen, but I guess ramen isn't really a snack." He frowned as he looked towards the food table. "Still, it would've been nice to have some ramen. Let's check it out, yeah?"

"You seriously need to expand your boundaries when it comes to food, Naruto. One can't live only on noodles."

"You'll have to help me with that," he commented with a smile. "You know, on our date and all."

Seizing the oportunity when she saw one, Sakura looked at him with a grin. "Does that mean you'll listen when I tell you to eat fruit?"

Yech. Fruit? Why not meat or sweets or something? Well, anything for his Sakura-chan. "Umm, I guess. As long as it's good fruit," he said with more than a little disdain for the offending food.

"All fruit is good fruit. How about strawberries?"

"Strawberry ice cream is good. Does that count?"

"It's good, but it does not count, no."

"Oh," he voiced with disappointment. Even though he knew it probably wouldn't count -ice cream does not equal healthy- he still kinda hoped she'd let him slide on this one. Guess not.

"Well, okay. Maybe you can fix me a fruit basket or something." Maybe if he agreed to the whole fruit thing, he could milk some special treatment out of her.

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