action log ; closed ; ongoing
Who: Ino and Suigetsu
What: When there's a handsy guy / who wants in your pants / WHO YOU GONNA CALL? / SUIGETSU.
Where: Apparently, in Shibuya.
When: Valentine's Day, after THIS call. (There's a link there when I get off work. Promise.)
Warnings: [action] style logging. Yes, I'm warning you for that. Matureish themes and probably swearing. Don't even ask me about sex. It's always a distinct possibility with these two.
[ It's silly, really. Even though she's perfectly okay, even though it isn't actually that big a deal in the grand scheme of things, Ino still can't get her heart to stop pounding against the inside of her ribcage.
It was just a little scare, that's all. But even with the pride in successfully defending herself, the adrenaline and the alcohol, the satisfaction of knowing that she probably fried the dumbass's balls off, she still can't quite quench this rattled, skittish feeling. The stupid, little scare had been enough to put her off the rest of the night, to actually make her call Suigetsu and ask him to pick her up.
She still isn't sure why she called him, of all people, other than because she knows he has a car and he won't judge her too much for putting herself in that kind of situation. (The idea of facing Shikamaru or Chouji or Sakura right now is too excruciating to even think about.)
That, and she knows for a fact that he's perfectly capable of defending himself (her) without tazers. It's a comforting thought, no matter how much she tells herself that she's a big girl and the worst is over anyway.
Oh god, does this make him her knight in shark skin armor?
Crap.
She sighs and presses herself against the side of the building, close enough to the light and the crowd but far enough away from both that nobody will disturb her while she's waiting. Briefly, she contemplates one of the cigarettes in her purse to help calm her nerves, but that would mean asking for a light.
And at the moment, all she wants to see is a single, stupid shark-toothed face. ]
What: When there's a handsy guy / who wants in your pants / WHO YOU GONNA CALL? / SUIGETSU.
Where: Apparently, in Shibuya.
When: Valentine's Day, after THIS call. (There's a link there when I get off work. Promise.)
Warnings: [action] style logging. Yes, I'm warning you for that. Matureish themes and probably swearing. Don't even ask me about sex. It's always a distinct possibility with these two.
[ It's silly, really. Even though she's perfectly okay, even though it isn't actually that big a deal in the grand scheme of things, Ino still can't get her heart to stop pounding against the inside of her ribcage.
It was just a little scare, that's all. But even with the pride in successfully defending herself, the adrenaline and the alcohol, the satisfaction of knowing that she probably fried the dumbass's balls off, she still can't quite quench this rattled, skittish feeling. The stupid, little scare had been enough to put her off the rest of the night, to actually make her call Suigetsu and ask him to pick her up.
She still isn't sure why she called him, of all people, other than because she knows he has a car and he won't judge her too much for putting herself in that kind of situation. (The idea of facing Shikamaru or Chouji or Sakura right now is too excruciating to even think about.)
That, and she knows for a fact that he's perfectly capable of defending himself (her) without tazers. It's a comforting thought, no matter how much she tells herself that she's a big girl and the worst is over anyway.
Oh god, does this make him her knight in shark skin armor?
Crap.
She sighs and presses herself against the side of the building, close enough to the light and the crowd but far enough away from both that nobody will disturb her while she's waiting. Briefly, she contemplates one of the cigarettes in her purse to help calm her nerves, but that would mean asking for a light.
And at the moment, all she wants to see is a single, stupid shark-toothed face. ]