[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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[lookoveryondah]

Haku shoved his way through the ample crowd, already flushed despite having just arrived. The bouncer had raised one jaded brow at his poor, beleaguered fake ID, but the man wasn't too heard-hearted in the face of Haku's batted lashes. A dance and a song (and a little kissie) had gotten him through the door.

By all rights he should be dead to the world about now - the Greyhound from Detroit had been less than restful - but somehow he was wired and ready to work out this strange energy with a little fun. He'd tossed his luggage on his bed in the dark and empty dormroom, then just about upended his drawers looking for appropriate attire. A plum-purple tanktop over a floofy black skirt would suffice, accented by a wide, neon pink belt with a matching choker. The theme of the evening was not one he particularly cared for - the idea of being locked up or bound hit a little too close to home. Still, it was supposed to be all in good fun, and Naruto's birthday besides, so the fuzzy pink handcuffs dangling from one wrist would just have to do.

The over-the-top Viking helmet he'd seen at the shop where he'd bought the cuffs was clutched to his chest protectively until he caught sight of the Man of the Evening dancing, swarmed by a mass of bodies. Haku wormed his way through the crowd, glad for being small enough to squirm under some of the people. Reaching Naruto, he shoved the horned hat over his friend's sweaty mop of hair, threw his arms around his neck, and planted a big, wet smooch on his cheek.

"Happy birthday!" he yelled over the noise, though he figured he'd gotten his point across even without the shouting.