Who: Tenten and Neji
What: Tenten wants answers. Whether Neji gives them to her is up to him. But at least there's dinner~
When: The Wednesday after Naruto's... interesting party
Where: Neji's place
Warning(s): ...We'll see.

( Cause every hello ends with a goodbye... )

Who: Sakura, Shino
What: Shino's protip to Conquering the World: Get along well with the women. When scorned, they make awesome weapons. (Translation: tea getting, talk, and gasp could it bonding?)
When: October 13th, afternoon
Where: Milky Dipper café
Warning(s): That café name. 8D Jen might strangle me, or maybe not. :D No warnings.

( It's not prodding if she's opening up so easily. )

Who: Everyone Naruto knows.
What: Party for Blondie~ And coming in costume is encouraged!
When: October 10th... ish, evening/night
Where: Faculty Lounge at a certain boarding school
Warning(s): The usual warnings when people get shit-faced drunk.

( Now dance, fucker, dance... )

Who: Sakura, Shino, Lit Class full of NPCs
What: The hard science kids hiding in the back of the class while the lit majors pontificate all over the place in the front. Also, there's a spider, and Sakura's geeky past comes to light.
Where: Literature Class, in whatever college we are, Jesus.
When: Friday, October 2nd

( Now watch me charm you out of that shell. )

Who: Tenten, Naruto, Kiba
What: Tenten gets a broken heart, Naruto grows some ballz, and Kiba's kept in the dark. Go figure. Origins of the KibaTenNaru trio of awesome.
Where: Just outside the dorms at Konoha No Gakuan Boarding School
When: Last year of High School
Note: Feel free to lavish with love? Interactions approved by all muns involved.
Extra: [ THIS ] is Yamaki. And [ THIS ] is why we chose him to be the dick of a boyfriend.

( And all the lovers with no time for me... )

Who: Uchiha Sasuke and Uchiha Itachi
What: Apology demands?
Where: Itachi's office.
When: Oh, let's say monday? (May change/get more specific as we...figure out what we're doing.)

( Fear the Gargoyle... )

Who: Naruto & Neji
What: Something not so casual.
When: Last December. REALLY.
Warning: Said fire. Pain... and tears. Part I

( You're too dangerous... )

Who: Naruto & Neji
What: What was supposed to be a casual night between friends. :(
When: Last December. And we're sticking to that.
Warning: I vaguely recall somewhere it saying that this would end in fire... huh. Anywho. This was written like... a year and a half ago? And quickly finished up. So. STANDARDS ARE WAY HIGHER NOWADAYS. DON'T JUDGE US. Part II

( Gravestone...? But you're not going anywhere... )

Who: Ino. And every in Japan. In her pants
What: Birthday. Late. Birthday. AHAH.
When: September 23rd, late evening
Where: idc that this place is in London irl. PRETEND.

So. Much. Purple.

Balloons everywhere and enough sparkles to blind Liberace on a good day. The music was blasting loudly and people were piling in. Some of which were right off the street, but who cared? Free food, open bar. All for the little princess of the ball. Who was the girl? Why did she matter? The crew and waiters of the club weren't paid to care. They were there to service the patrons every whim, working the night to perfection. One last click at the cascading curtain of lights flickered on completing the violet beautiful disaster that was the parties theme.

They were paid to make dreams happen. Dreams that would cover all the expenses for the lights, hired body gaurds, and DJ. Perfection.

The bass from the speakers stretched out into the city streets, high beats wrapping themselves around all that would hear, dragging the victims in to join the madness. What did it matter that no one knew who the girl was? This was her party and they could go on living without knowing.

A platform for their bodies to move made her just as important as she would be had they known her name. Happy birthday, mystery girl.

_{[OOC: Britt. You. OWE. Me.]}

Who: Shikamaru, Ino
What: ... one-sided friendship except not really.
Where: High school.
When: Three years ago, second year of high school. (Japan only has 3 years of high school.)
Warnings: So backdated. And references to sex. And STDs.

( the shit i put up with for you. )