For a split second before leaving the bar Naruto had thought to keep his work clothes on to maybe gain some sort of approval in Ino's eyes. But when he regained his senses it didn't take long to strip out of his stiff vest and dress shirt and into something he was more accustomed to. He wasn't dressed to impress, proud and casual in a print t-shirt and jeans that were worse for wear. The backpack he hauled with him to work was hung over his shoulder, shifting it as he reached the door to Shikamaru's apartment.
To be completely honest he might have been just a bit sympathetic for the woman. Hell, he'd be too stubborn to ask anyone for help if he were in this particular situation. So he saw the good in the poor thing. He painted this beautiful picture where Ino was this damsel in distress to whom he would be rescuing for a night on the town and maybe a few drinks to make the pain simply flow away.
He knew that image was full of complete shit, but it kept him from hightailing it out of there and heading back home where there was a bed to sleep in and pillows that wouldn't bitch at him. In fact, his pillows loved him and provided far more intimacy than Ino was ever capable of. That much he was sure of.
He knocked once. Waited. Groaned impatiently. Then kicked. "Yamanaka," he yelled, leaning forward, his forehead pressed against the cool wood of the door. "The night is young, but it's gonna go fast if y'keep makin' out with your reflection. Hurry up! Your prince has arrived!"
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