[Thread][All in!][Gig at the Clover because we <3 Naruto the best!]

[finger_walking]

Who: YOU, MOTHAHF@#$%^&!!! And all of your friends.
Where: The Clover Club, NYC
When: October 8th, 1988. 9:30pm-ish
What: The Bondage Fundraiser for the Rape Crisis Center/Naruto's Public Birthday Bash
Warnings: Tem takes off her shirt. Known side effects include distraction, nosebleeds and spontaneous erections. View at your own risk.

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[noweddingbells]

It was kind of nice to not feel like herself for once, Kin thought as she sipped her coke at the bar. She was not out of her element, not really, but she wasn't into the whole "theme" thing. Music was music but Kiba would probably lecture her for not being ~*~together~*~ with the band. Unity or some shit like that. It was for a good cause however, and it would be worth the look on Kiba and Zaku's faces to get a look at her wearing a leather bra and -- gasp -- makeup. Her outfit would not have been complete without a pair of Zaku's pilfered jeans and a pair of thigh high low heeled boots she had hiding away in the closet for just such an occasion.

Her leather jacket had been abandoned-- hidden really-- out of sight because of how ridiculously hot it got in such a small area. She absently tied her long hair back and out of her face. At first Kin wasn't sure about having her tattooed back out for the world to see but most people thought it was cool, asked if it was real. She put her foot down at people poking at it but she appreciated the sentiment. It made her feel like less of a freak, if such a thing were possible.

Temari's band was good, even Kin would admit that, but Kin's mind was on her own coming performance. It wouldn't be long until their band (augh, now she was actually referring to herself as a band member) was up and she would have to rock her little heart out. She had practiced an insane amount, despite her workload from school just for this night.

I can't have those two losers upstaging me.

"Another coke," she pushed away her empty glass, frowning at the lipstick smudge she left behind. THIS was why she didn't wear makeup.

[mad_dog_howling]

CHB was all about being bullied by Kiba, actually. Even Zaku had found himself shimming into some motherfucking monster of an outfit, which basically included some too-tight tank top and black jeans. He wasn't about to go all out on his preparation, for fear of being mistaken for Kiba. And anyway, all that shit would get the fuck in the way.

He was fully prepared to find his good ole sidekick in all things not-ridiculous. He was not prepared to find her perched on a stool, her feet in heels, her breasts actually in existence and her face-

"Wha..." Jaw drop in three...two...one...

Zaku leaned against the counter next to her, and threw her a strange, hard-to-read look. Temari was singing about being stuck like glue, and really, that was a good comparison to the state of his eyeballs. Because, really, the poor boy was going into shock.

"And...this?"

[noweddingbells]

If Zaku was enduring any kind of discomfort that was caused by her, Kin was unaware. She suspected that his shirt might have been too tight-- it was rather hot in here-- and that was a problem. If he wanted to be like Kiba, he could always strip it off during the performance but really, who wanted to see his skinny body?

Other than her, of course, because she was just that kind.

"Nn?" she asked him, turning so that her legs weren't blocking the stool next to her. He could sit, if he wanted. It was a little hard to hear but it seemed like he was asking her something. Whatever it was, it couldn't have been that important or else he would be screaming at the top of his lungs for her to hear.

Was it--

Maybe it was the leather bra. Of course! He wasn't used to her actually looking female.

[mad_dog_howling]

Of course he wasn't used to her looking feminine!

In fact, he wasn't sure how to react. It was a given that they would both try their hardest to ignore the attraction one had for the other until the time came to physically display this attraction in the manner they knew best. And Kin tended to make this easy for him, what with her baggy clothes and generally uncouth manner. It wasn't particularly difficult to pretend that she was just his friend when he didn't really even have to consider her a female at all.

But in all of two articles of clothing...?

Fuck. Fuck.

He cleared his throat and waved the bartender over. Zaku usually did order a drink before a performance, but a slow beer while enjoying the preceding band wouldn't hurt. He made a point not to look at her as he eased himself into the seat.

[noweddingbells]

He was-- he was embarrassed. It didn't make much sense to her considering he had seen her naked before but there it was. It was a dangerous thing to get embarrassed around Kin, especially if you were Zaku or Kiba, because she pounced on them like a predator would their prey. The smile on her face was feral, lips curling at the edges as she leaned over to him. Kin thought it would be rude to scream over Temari; Temari would win, anyway.

There was something to this femme fetale thing, Kin decided. Something about a woman in leather (or lack of clothing?) made men act all weird. She didn't think Zaku was into this sort of thing but maybe she didn't know him as well as she thought she did.

"Want to touch them?"

[mad_dog_howling]

No, she didn't.

Of course she had. Zaku was grateful he hadn't had any beer in his mouth, because it would have suddenly appeared on the counter in front of him. Instead he tried to look composed, generally failed and instead brought his hand up to his face try to stop himself from acting like a bigger idiot.

"Touch what?"

As if it wasn't obvious.

As if his answer wouldn't be yes.

Christ, he was fucked.

[noweddingbells]

Leaning her back against the bar, Kin crossed her legs and pondered what sort of answer to give Zaku. It wouldn't do to get him so wound up before a performance. He was known to lose his cool and Kiba would probably have a heart attack if she was the one who caused it. Not that she was scared of Kiba-- she could take that punk down no problem. It was just a matter of having to listen to him go blahblahblah right in her ear like a little mosquito.

The things she put up with.

Trying to quit smoking was the hardest thing she had ever done, more so than quitting the hard core drugs and drinking. Kin missed the feel of something in her mouth, something to wrap her lips and tongue around and so she had decided to substitute a cigarette for a lollipop. It was the kind with the gum in the middle so that she would have something to occupy her mouth when the lollipop was gone. Ingenious, really. She popped one in her mouth and eyed a woman at the bar lighting up by the entrance. Kin eyed it wantingly-- she would French kiss anyone just to get the taste of nicotine in her mouth.

Addiction was a scary thing.

"Want gum?"

[mad_dog_howling]

Gum. She'd moved away from things directly attached to her body, which was good. Really good. This was a discussion he felt comfortable placing a foot in.

And was it odd that Kin acting like a female weirded him out?
Temari dressed like this all the time. Even, look at what she was wearing tonight. He didn't get all flabbergasted around her. Why Kin, why this scrawny little girl who...

"Are those my pants? And yeah, gum sounds...why my pants?"

Also familiar territory, nothing out of the ordinary. Just Kin refusing to dress in her own clothing. But this was implying his own clothing was feminine. Hm. Maybe he needed to review what sort of fashion statement he was making.

[noweddingbells]

"My pants were in the wash," she answered easily. The dark haired girl reached into her pocket and handed him a stick of gum. Cinnamon, because mint tasted a little strange with soda. She liked the biting sweetness of cinnamon. "I couldn't very well wear dirty pants. That would be disgusting, no?" Kin might have been many things but a dirty bitch she was not.

It was days like these she really missed drinking. Everyone had a drink in their hand, was having a good time... Waking up drunk, not remembering things that happened the night before-- oh, those were the days.

"They're starting to get a little tight on me though. I guess Kiba was right-- I am gaining weight," she poked at the waistband. "Ever since I quit smoking, shit."

[mad_dog_howling]

"Whatever."

His pants, though. But there really wasn't anything left for him to say. It really didn't bother him anymore--if it ever had--but rather was simply a topic of contention that made him feel as if maybe at least he had a say in what manner his pants were used.

He snorted and took another sip of his drink. He wasn't sure why he'd accepted her gum, if only out of sheer necessity to say something. So he downed a quarter of his drink and then pushed it away. The gum burned, but in a pleasant familiar way.

"Shut up, you look fine."

He looked away as he said this, as if disassociating himself with the comment, or trying to make it seem as if it was him telling her she had two hands or knew how to play the drums.

[ladiesride4free]

Somewhat-sweaty arms looped themselves around a neck each. Kiba grinned beneath his facepaint and pulled sappy faces at the pair. "Awww, you guys make such a cute couple," he gushed outrageously, eyelashes batting. "Kinnikins!! You almost look female tonight. It's kinda scary, actually."

He pulled back a little to scrutinise her more carefully, noting the makeup and...general girlishness, really. Definitely a bit on the frightening side, but not too bad. His hands snuck up to ruffle eahc of his bandmates' hair playfully before Kiba pulled away and ordered a drink from the bartender - just a coke tonight.

"Zaku, you got the setlist, right?"