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playing with my muse’s hair – @wickedclover
she’s too drunk to care, she tells herself. she and shikamaru had a fight and ino and sasuke haven’t spoken in a few days and this is simply too much to deal with without the full capacity of her brain. she’s smart, she’s always been smart, but with this many tequila shots in her system she can’t even count to 100 by 7′s. and she’s sad, because she and shikamaru had a fight, and seeking comfort in the arms of her best friend is fine. she’s too drunk to care that it’s in public where other people can see, and she’s too drunk to care that ino stroking her slim fingers through temari’s hair feels nice.
isn’t everything when you’re drunk either nice or ouch?
“what if we break up,” she whispers, half into ino’s shoulder. apparently there’s a third emotion while you’re drunk, and it’s debilitating fear. “i don’t want to break up, ino, i love him.” she’s been drunk, properly drunk, only a handful of times before in her life–she could count them on one finger, later when she can remember them all–and this is the first time without her brother, the first time with ino, the first time it’s about something that she can change.
she’s still feeling the third emotion–debilitating fear–so she grips onto ino harder. the niceness has gone away, much weaker than the terror currently usurping her ability to take deep breaths, and she’s too drunk to be able to remember it later. she’s going to start crying if she’s not careful–the only trouble is, she can’t tell if staying on ino’s shoulder or denying herself its comfort would make her start.
so she stays, too drunk to care she’s mumbling about her boyfriend and that ino’s taken to soothing her hair back from her face.
she’s mumbling something temari’s sure is meant to comfort her, something like, he loves you too and you won’t break up but it doesn’t help. so she decides to stay on ino’s shoulder, because she only has the strength to keep one thing she doesn’t want to realize at bay right now, and it’s not how much she needs shikamaru.
