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Sora no Hikari -- Light of the Sky (Naruto RP)

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[Jul. 11th, 2007|09:13 am]
Sora no Hikari -- Light of the Sky (Naruto RP)

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Joining: Closed to Shikamaru.
Setting: Shinobi-only bar somewhere in Konoha. Not a truly respectable place.
Details: Neji goes out after his latest mission in the hopes of getting as drunk as possible. After the time-skip, probably sometime after Asuma's death.
Possible Rating: R, PG13? Could change.
Warnings: A drunk Neji, swearing, possibly violence.

 

Once upon a more prosperous time, the small bar had laid claim to a name and a sign above the entrance on which to print it. Back then it had been “The Wren”, and had been a classy place, with waitresses who wore relatively modest outfits, served decent food, and booze of a relatively good quality.

However, prosperous times hadn’t stayed for long after the Kyuubi attacked, and from the looks of things, wouldn’t be returning anytime soon. The sign above the doorway had long-since fallen down, and so had the quality of the food, so much so anyone with any sanity at all refrained from ordering any.

The booze wasn’t good either, but it was strong, and that was all Neji cared about. He sat at a table at the back, eyes closed, and forehead resting on the dirty tabletop. The shards of an empty bottle lay on the floor by his feet where he had dropped it. A second was clenched in his right hand.

For the pale-eyed jounin, the limit to exactly how much alcohol he could down without passing out cold was two bottles. But he had given instructions to the bartender, and because he was a Jounin, he expected them to be followed.

“Keep it coming until I pass out, and then I want one waiting when I wake up.”

The bar formally known as the Wren catered solely to shinobi, and most shinobi who came wanted to forget something. The booze served its purpose, even if it didn’t taste good.

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[User Picture]From: whiteeyesfade
2007-07-12 01:27 am (UTC)
Defiantly directed at him this time. Had to be: as far as the Hyuuga was aware of, he was the only one named Neji in Konoha. Damn it all, it seemed mental activity would be required tonight, despite his intentions of forgoing it. Had he been sober, Neji would have been swearing quite colorfully, but he wasn’t, not by a long shot.

He opened both eyes this time, lifted his head slowly off the cool surface of the rather dirty table and turned his head in the general direction the sound had come from. He blinked slowly and then scowled darkly. Sitting next to him was none other than Konoha’s resident genius, Nara Shikamaru, and one of the last people he wanted to see at the moment.

Dammit.

He thought for a moment, letting his thoughts come to him rather than going hunting for them, for to do that was to risk a headache, among other things, and he’d rather wait until morning to get a hangover.

After a minute, he realized that Shikamaru had said something, and it would probably be a good idea to respond. Because if he didn’t, well, the Nara might get the idea that Neji wasn’t just suffering from intoxication, but something more serious, just like the Desk Chuunin earlier had, when the pale-eyed jounin had turned in his mission report. And the Hyuuga had a feeling it would take more than a few pressed tenketsu points to make his comrade shut up about it, let alone “forget he had seen anything”.

Forcing a bit of chakra to his throat, Neji coughed, ignored the sharp pain in his chest and said, rather shortly. “Don’t come much.”

The chakra kept his voice from slurring, making him sound almost sober. A neat trick he’d learned on an undercover mission a while back.

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