[Thread] Pre-Hallowe'en goodtimes at Queens Supreme! [Open to: any and all, really 8D]

[orange_epiphone]

Who: Naruto, the 'Girls' (ie drag queens), anybody who wants to show~~
Where: Queens Supreme
What: Pre-Hallowe'en party time goodness! Rotating musical awesome! Candy! Costumes!
When: Saturday 29th October, 1988
Notes: YARRRRRRR! 8D

Comments

[orange_epiphone]

He'd spotted Temari the moment she entered the bar - partly because he was naturally attracted to anything shiny and/or moving, and partly because she always registered like some kind of searing beacon when she was near, like a gong that struck or a blues chord that jangled and kicked through him. Naruto's head was a cacophony of clashing, complimentary sounds at any given time; he wouldn't have worked himself out any other way.

With an extra-bright smile for his beloved roomie, the tall Texan finished the half-conversation he was having with a 'queen in some little number that scorched his retinas with hot pink sequins and swaggered over exaggerately and--

--something made of bunny-ears and white catcalled across the bar and he blinked before it worked itself into the form of Haku. Laughing happily, Naruto reached for two glasses, one vaugely in Tem's direction and the other towards Haku on his other side. "Now, how's a guy s'posed to refuse that kinda charm, huh?" he called back. "Tem, whatcha drinkin'? 'S'on the house, this round," he assured them both, stepping back slightly to wrap a broad, callused palm around a bottle of Kahlua. The other hand dished some ice cubes expertly into each glass before reaching for the Stolichnaya, and he poured out Haku's request with a careless kind of precision. "There y'go, darlin'. Who ya got the-- Sakura?"

Well, that was unexpected, although not altogether unpleasant. Naruto put on his best 'Hey look at us being just friends because that's what we are!' smile - it wasn't hard to do; it wasn't even an act - and gave her a little wave. "Hey, stranger! Y'want somethin' too?" He picked out another glass and leaned on the counter in Tem's direction, smiling again as he waited for her order.

[candiedxcherise]

There wasn't any turning back now, not with the firm grip Haku had on her waist. It would take some tricky manuvering to get away now, which was a good thing she supposed. After all the entire point of coming tonight was to wish Naruto good luck. She nodded her head in agreeent but Haku had already started making his way through the crowd with ease that Sakura knew she would never have. "Mental housekeeping? It sounds a little stressful! You should come over, I've redone my room, it's kinda got this relaxing spa vibe. It'll be fun." Somehow she knew Haku's past wasn't spectacular, and she didn't know any specifics. His past was a bit of a taboo topic, which suited her fine she didn't like seeing her friend upset. There was no reason to make him more upset when she could make him laugh instead.

And then all of a sudden they were at the bar and she was half hidden behind Haku, she noted that Naruto was wearing pants, and then noticed what Haku was staring at. Temari, practically naked. But, Sakura could appreciate the creativity behind the glossy plastic wrap dress, it was beautiful and there was no denying that. Definitely an expression of her personality artistically. Seeing Temari mde her wonder if maybe she did need to be a bit more adventurous with her clothing choices, follow Ino's advice. She liked what she was wearing tonight, but she wasn't sure if she'd feel confident wearing it at school or in public during the day. Whatever, she'd think about it later and attempt to ignore Inner Sakura yelling at her that it was a bloody brilliant idea.

Then, all of a sudden Naruto was was talking to them. "Huh? Oh... yeah. Hey." She smiled in response to his surprise and his wave still hiding behind her very sturdy wall. "Can I just have... like.. something non-alcoholic. Maybe? Please?" This was only mildly awkward, or maybe it was just her. She saw Naruto in class and that was probably it unless they happened to pass each other in the hallway. Here, in an environment were she was already overwhelmed mangnified the feeling. Or, it was probably just her overreacting, again.

[lookoveryondah]

If there was anything that could cure Haku of the blues in an instant, it was having someone else to worry about. Sakura's stammering was just enough to make him shove aside his own problems, at least for the time being. He took a quick sip of his drink, with an 'mmm' to let Naruto know that yes, it was tasty, and yes, he appreciated it, then folded his hands neatly on Sakura's near shoulder, and rested his cheek against a glove.

"A Shirley Temple for this one, here!" Pink and bubbly would suit his friend just fine, he was sure of it, and maybe she'd let him steal a cherry. Fussing over Sakura went a long way towards returning Haku to more solid ground, and when he leaned around her, he was even able to manage a real smile for Temari.

"Hallo there to you, too!" If his greeting for Tem was more subdued than what he'd given Naruto, well, they'd never really been buddy-buddy anyway. And honestly, intimidated though he sometimes was around her, he couldn't bring himself to feel any real ill-will towards the woman.

[finger_walking]

Temari's smile cooled significantly as she straightened from the bar and turned it towards the new arrivals, though her expression itself didn't change. Her warmth had always been exclusively reserved for her closest circle of friends, and neither Haku nor Sakura even came close to qualifying. Nevertheless, the smile itself remained in place on her painted lips, perfectly pleasant and polite even though her green eyes had iron shutters pulled over them. "Hey," she replied easily but neutrally, acknowledging the pair and the greeting before turning her attention back to Naruto. "Just water for me," she answered, suddenly much less interested in the scotch that would have had her lingering at the bar.

While the blonde punk was absolutely respectful of the fact that Haku and Sakura shared many close friends with her, Temari herself did not actively like either of them. To her mind, Sakura had proved herself to be a petty and juvenile nuisance and Haku to be coldly emotionally manipulative. Both had, on several occasions, insulted or hurt people who were important to her and she had absolutely no interest in cultivating her acquaintance with either of them. Under different circumstances, she wouldn't even bother treating them with standard social niceties, she would simply walk away.

But she was, apparently, the only person who viewed either Teen Girl Squad member in such harsh light, which meant actively disliking them would just cause more problems for their mutual friends. She had no desire to deal with the fallout that was sure to follow if she indulged her desired method of interaction with them and so she always tried to be nice nice, was at the very least polite, but she reserved the right to maintain her distance.

She swiftly scanned her brain for legitimate reasons to excuse herself while watching for other patrons she may recognize out of the corner of her eye. Well, that wasn't entirely true. She was looking for anyone she might recognize with the notable exceptions of Anko and Kiba, two people who's company she normally adored but who might cause her to rupture something with the sudden spike of awkward tension they'd cause within this particular grouping.

[black_in_motion]

There is a popular saying that goes "speak of the devil and he shall appear." The fact that it was limited to a spoken word summons proved that the person behind it had clearly never met Anko. The apparently Satanic being in question was currently winding her way through the crowd of bawdy drag queens, a gleeful wave of hoots and guffaws following her, as well as several "oh, HONEY"s from the regulars who knew her and her normal attire. Smothering the grin trying to spread across her face into a deeply amused smirk, Anko straightened her horn-rimmed glasses and tossed one of her carefully French-braided pigtails over her shoulder. A pastel pink cardigan covered her shoulders and was buttoned modestly up to the neck. It covered an ivory blouse with pearl buttons, neatly tucked into a knee-length pleated skirt. Lest she show too much leg, though, and thus ruin her spotless reputation, she'd demurely covered her calves with matching pink knee-socks and topped the look with a pair of Mary Janes and itty bitty pearly earrings. She wondered vaguely if she was going to go to hell for the crucifix necklace she'd added, then figured it was pretty much a moot point anyway, and shrugged it off.

She was fucking demure. The thought cracked her iron will to appear chaste and prudent, and she snickered loudly. Her amusement quickly turned sour, though, when she caught sight of a flock of birds setting up camp on her man real estate. Her mouth turned sharply down at the corners as her dark eyes narrowed in annoyance, before rearranging themselves into the semblance of a beaming smile. This was America, goddamnit, and a woman had a right to defend her property from conniving little tarts with ludicrous hair. Anko's intense dislike for Sakura was no secret (girl thought she could just break Naruto's heart a couple times, flaunt her desire to have nothing to do with him and then team up with the Chinese Wunderkid to get all territorial? What, were their names tattooed on the bottom of his foot? ...Actually, that wasn't a bad idea. She should look into that.) and while she didn't actually dislike Haku, she (he? oh, whatever, she wasn't nearly boozed up enough to ponder semantics) had a history of making things weird with Kiba, and thus with Tem, and anybody who made things weird with Tem made things weird with Anko. So fucking there.

"Hey, you," she shouted over the crowd to Temari, leaning up to plant a fat, open-mouthed smooch on the glossy black lipstick, completely unfazed by the mace-like spikes issuing from her skull. Then, hoisting herself half onto the bar, she grabbed Naruto before he could respond, purred a low "hello, sailor" and planted a much fatter, much more open-mouthed smooch on him, leaving a coating of Tem's lipstick around his mouth like a fruit punch stain.

Cocking her head to the side, she smiled sweetly at wonder twins, crossing her legs at the ankles, as a proper lady should. "How are you girls doing tonight?"