[thread] [Gettin' Your Groove Back] [open]

[bl0nd_ambition]

As soon as Ino could ditch the crutches, she knew it was time to go out and play. It was depressing having to sit around her room, batting off cats, and not having much to do beyond getting Shikamaru to drag her to various places. Everyone, it seemed, was down lately because of one thing or another. Whether it was Obito or personal stresses no one

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[finger_walking]

Temari’s brassy chuckle could often be heard over the low din of the Black Ball and tonight was no exception. Wreathed in cigarette smoke under the moody lights highlighting the bar, the blonde guitarist sat slouched at one of the few tables, idle fingers tugging at the label on her beer bottle as she chatted with one of the fellow regulars that had decided to flit by.

The conversation quieted faintly as a wailing saxophone cry poured from the jukebox along the wall. Bright red lips pursed curiously as the answering guitar shivered down her spine and drew her attention. She turned her head to the side faintly, curious to see who had decided to poke around at Joe’s pride and joy. Her heavily painted eyes widened as she recognized Ino swivelling her hips by the machine.

Her sharp eyebrows pulled into a slight frown. Hadn’t Ino just gotten out of a cast? Should she be dancing---crawling across the tiny dance floor like that? Temari was all for going out and unwinding a bit to celebrate, but surely this was moving into potentially damaging territory.