Unfortunately for Naruto he knew all too well what a million eyes on him felt like. All he'd wanted to do was find a close friend that would allow him to practically attach to their side so that the big, bad crowd didn't make his lungs constrict. Anything was wonderful distraction, the drowsy effect of alcohol making him vulnerable. Only now he was lashing out instead of keeping that feeling inside, not at all taking it easy on Neji even though only half of Naruto's anxiety was his fault.
Falling backwards to collide with the hard floor again brought enough of his sense back to release that one, his spine now hurt like a bitch, and two, he was an idiot for leaving himself so open, his stomach already twisting and cramping where Neji's knee had lodged into his abdomen. Sure he hadn't kept to his training like he should have, but that was pathetic. He sucked in his breath pushed up against the other man in order to flip him over, his fist ramming into Neji's chest.
Knock the wind out of him. Flip him. Proceed to beat the shit out of him. This spur of the moment plan seemed awesome.
"I'm not doing shit 'cause it doesn't matter! You got that?!" Another punch, this time aimed towards Neji's collarbone. Screw the height difference, he wanted the bastard off of him NOW.
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