Drabble #29 + One-liners [Itanko]
Mar. 5th, 2008 05:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kageisuke28. Drunken Antics || There was a reason why people say everything in moderation. Too much of anything can be harmful. You can over train, over think, over compensate, and many other countless things, but he had always managed to stay away from being completely intoxicated. Not simply the warm buzz or even the slight stagger as you tried not to walk in a circle, but the completely inebriated joy of having no self-inhibitions and not remembering a damn thing when you woke up... or at least not anything you'd ever mention aloud to anyone...
...he'd blame Anko for this, and his splitting head ache, but she had not forced him to drink. Until the time his memory started to get fuzzy he remembered feeling well enough. He thinks she might have switched to something a little stronger after the 3rd one. Fortunately, it was still dark so when he opened his eyes there was no searing of his retinas. It took him a few seconds to realize he was not in his room. They all looked nearly the same anyway, but this one was dirtier than his own. He recalled Anko's room and it was not hers either.
He sat up very, very slowly to prevent a dizzy spell and forced the body next to him to roll away and give ill content mutters. Giving her a look, she had sprawled out next to him, naked as usual, with the sheets twisted around her legs. Rubbing his temple he jerked his head around at the sound of shifting in the bed on the other side of him. Itachi weaved a bit from the sudden movement but could clearly see someone else on the other side. Male. Black hair. Athletic build. And on his shoulder... a curse seal.
Thinking about it now, he STILL didn't want to know what had happened that night. Ending up in Sasuke's bed was in no way positive, though his little brother never mentioned it. That was the only good thing that came out of the situation... that and his refusal to ever let Anko pick the drinks.
...he'd blame Anko for this, and his splitting head ache, but she had not forced him to drink. Until the time his memory started to get fuzzy he remembered feeling well enough. He thinks she might have switched to something a little stronger after the 3rd one. Fortunately, it was still dark so when he opened his eyes there was no searing of his retinas. It took him a few seconds to realize he was not in his room. They all looked nearly the same anyway, but this one was dirtier than his own. He recalled Anko's room and it was not hers either.
He sat up very, very slowly to prevent a dizzy spell and forced the body next to him to roll away and give ill content mutters. Giving her a look, she had sprawled out next to him, naked as usual, with the sheets twisted around her legs. Rubbing his temple he jerked his head around at the sound of shifting in the bed on the other side of him. Itachi weaved a bit from the sudden movement but could clearly see someone else on the other side. Male. Black hair. Athletic build. And on his shoulder... a curse seal.
Thinking about it now, he STILL didn't want to know what had happened that night. Ending up in Sasuke's bed was in no way positive, though his little brother never mentioned it. That was the only good thing that came out of the situation... that and his refusal to ever let Anko pick the drinks.
