[Log]
What: SFPD Bonding Times
Who: Anko, Jean, Kankuro, Kurenai, Roy, Riza
When: Tuesday Night, 3/24
Where: A random bar setting
Rating: Starting out PG-13; Will update as it degrades from there
Open/Closed To: SFPD Employees {Light is welcome to tag along too if he's not being a stick in the mud?)
There was the slightest worry that this little outing could possibly turn around to bite her in the ass, but Anko didn't always care to listen to the voice of reason. It would probably do them all some good to get out where there wasn't the drama over who's office belonged to whom, who may or may not have slipped some laxatives into someone's coffee, and all the other little battles that had been going on since she walked in the door. Any other time it might not have so much of a big deal who's toes she was stepping on since her turn around on these kinds of assignments were generally short term before moving on to the next, but with this unexpected extension it had her getting slightly worried about having to deal with the consequences of her antagonzing ways.
Plus, her alcohol tolerance had been brought into question.
That simply would not do.
So that led to her sitting here, chatting it up amiably with the bartender while she waited to see if the others would arrive or not. Dolled up in simple (and quite short) black skirt and silky, slinky violet top, Anko was just ready for a good time.
Who: Anko, Jean, Kankuro, Kurenai, Roy, Riza
When: Tuesday Night, 3/24
Where: A random bar setting
Rating: Starting out PG-13; Will update as it degrades from there
Open/Closed To: SFPD Employees {Light is welcome to tag along too if he's not being a stick in the mud?)
There was the slightest worry that this little outing could possibly turn around to bite her in the ass, but Anko didn't always care to listen to the voice of reason. It would probably do them all some good to get out where there wasn't the drama over who's office belonged to whom, who may or may not have slipped some laxatives into someone's coffee, and all the other little battles that had been going on since she walked in the door. Any other time it might not have so much of a big deal who's toes she was stepping on since her turn around on these kinds of assignments were generally short term before moving on to the next, but with this unexpected extension it had her getting slightly worried about having to deal with the consequences of her antagonzing ways.
Plus, her alcohol tolerance had been brought into question.
That simply would not do.
So that led to her sitting here, chatting it up amiably with the bartender while she waited to see if the others would arrive or not. Dolled up in simple (and quite short) black skirt and silky, slinky violet top, Anko was just ready for a good time.