YAMANAKA INO ❝山中いの❞ (verdure) wrote in last_stretch,
@ 2009-08-19 20:03:00

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[ closed | on-going ] i think i need my fix.
Who: Ino, Naruto
When: August 18th, evening
Where: Ichiraku's
What: RAMENDATE
Rating/Warnings: ...Let's just make it a PG-13 to start.

As much as she hated to give Naruto what he wanted, Ino did make herself pretty. Not because he said so, but because she wanted to. Because she wouldn't even think about going somewhere without looking her best, even if that somewhere was a hole-in-the-wall ramen joint with sticky counter tops. Even if she was going to that somewhere with Naruto.

But a free dinner was a free dinner. She'd done more than hang out with a retard for less than a little food.

While she waited for said retard to show his face, she primped in the mirror, checking and rechecking her make-up, her outfit--short purple dress, wedge heels, enough skin so that Naruto didn't bitch--her hair. Unfortunately, she hadn't bought a new flat iron yet, so her bedhead was pulled up in a loose bun.

It was eight. Any longer and she might have to wake up Shikamaru.

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verdure
2009-09-27 03:42 am UTC (link)

A bus. A bus.

This had to be a joke.

She stared at the ticket he was holding out for her, the tiniest of frowns creasing her brow but otherwise... blankly, because she couldn't believe--she refused to believe this was his mode of transportation. Actually, she refused to believe he would dare do this to her. The subway she could handle, because it was mostly clean and carried salarymen. Handsy salarymen, but they still wore suits and bathed at least once a week.

The bus, on the other hand? There were creatures on the bus, and she was wearing BCBG.

"You're kidding me," she said flatly, and his first hint should've been her tone of voice. His second hint was the fact that she hadn't told him off for butchering her name, and his third hint was definitely, definitely that she hadn't taken the ticket yet.

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impellere
2009-10-17 04:30 am UTC (link)

There was nothing wrong with public transportation. The new people you met everyday was more of a social exchange, rejuvenating and education. Or so he'd like to boast to cover up what was really an infernal tank from Hell that reeked of yesterdays roadkill and the occasional sleeping bum. During the day it wasn't bad. There's barely a place to sit or even stand while the bus is crammed with perverted businessmen and the wise-cracking individuals that want to be hip and conserve gas. For Naruto it was just a way of life. No money for a car. No money for fuel. But enough money to pay for the occasional pass.

So when he held out the ticket and received a huffy nose to the air in response he didn't take it lightly.

"You kidding me?! Don't tell me barbie doesn't like the big bad bus 'cause it doesn't come with a valet." He didn't like the way the bus driver was thrumming the wheel, toeing the gas pedal to get their attention. It wasn't his job to stick around for some random bickering kids and Naruto knew that. All hints aside she should have gotten his by the way he leered over her, buckling down suddenly and throwing the damsel over his shoulder before she could blink.

Because they were going on the bus.

They would ride the bus.

And she would be fucking happy while doing it.

Maybe the third one was a stretch, but it didn't stop Naruto from hauling her into the vehicle and depositing their tickets into the box, holding the woman tightly until the doors were closed shut and they were moving. There was less chance of her escaping that way.

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