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. ♥]]

Sakura was still mulling over the events that had occured the previous day at the so-called ball, when she realised, with certain irony, that her birthday party was celebrated at 8pm, and that Naruto would be there again. Of course, that was no big feat--she lived with him, yes, but she was an expert at avoiding him, the best of all. Pushing aside those thoughts, she had prepared herself, as pretty as possible so as to not spur on the rage of one Best Friend Forever, and headed towards the apartment.

Upon arriving, and slipping inside like a professional ninja--there was no such thing as an unlocked door to Sakura--she found herself faced with a whole room of pink. Like a wedding cake. It kind of made her want to run away and hide.

"Ino, you've outdone it."

A certain Uchiha had his eye on a certain table because of all the- food. Yeah food. Plus trying to ninja over in a non-suspicious manner distracted him from the pink, being still at the age where he would wrinkle his nose at the girly colour. Not that he would ever grow out of it.

(And marvel at the occasion, Sakura, because he's wearing a shirt for your party.)

GRAND ARRIVAL WHY AM I HERE BEFORE EVERYONE ELSE; open to all

allllllll~