No, you'll never be alone…!
Who: Sai sai_coal and Gaara fifth_kazekage
When: October 10th, after Naruto’s birthday party
Where: Starter Apartments, Room 202
Summary: Gaara holds Sai to a certain promise that he made.
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol
Before this night, Gaara had scarce knowledge of what a nightclub really was. There were establishments of that kind in Suna, built for the purpose of serving as entertainment and social interaction for civilians and shinobi alike. It was an endeavor that the younger generation had encouraged him to fund, in which the council - all composed of the older generation - considered to be low priority.
Due to the recent experience, the redhead now had a much better understanding. Initially, he heard the word "party" and immediately assumed that he wouldn't be suitable for the setting, rather than the other way around. The nightclub wasn't as loud and crowded as he would have thought. There was even adequate protection provided at the entrance - sentries that the others called "bouncers." The dress code for attendees had a small range, with most opting to don formal attire.
He had gotten convinced to try just one alcoholic drink, in the spirit of the joyous occasion. Everyone around him had treated it like typical social behavior, and so he finally relented. But given his lack of personal experience with alcohol, Gaara was mindful to limit himself to stringent restrictions. There was an instance back in the facility when he had attended a party, in celebration of a holiday called Halloween, but his memories of that particular event were hazy at best. If he had remembered the behavior exhibited by people consuming alcohol, then he likely would have felt far less inclined to partake of it. Although he didn’t have a preference for sweets, he had found the taste of the drink to be quite pleasant.
It was late when the party finally disbanded, long after the sirens had sounded. He couldn't have brought his gourd along to the nightclub, given his outfit and the setting itself, but there was plenty of earth around for him to use, and he had Sai as reliable support - not to mention the sand trail that still stubbornly stayed with him, even in this city. While they were traveling back to the starter apartments on one of his ink birds, Gaara flicked his gaze down to the ground every so often to acknowledge the presence of monsters roaming around. Even with the supposed barriers set in place, the creatures were still too populous... The situation couldn't just be left alone like this. Not that he was in the particular state of mind to come up with a solution on this very night; it would reserve a spot on his growing list of matters to address.
Once at their apartment, Gaara immediately headed into their bedroom to undress. He had chosen a white suit, which roused memories of an expedition to London, when he... arrived in the city naked, and was forced to find new clothing, quickly. He took his time, carefully sliding each button out of the thin slit, and then allowed the stiff sleeves to glide down his arms before pulling the jacket off. The undershirt and pants were easy to remove; afterward, he smoothed out the wrinkles in the fabric, per care instructions, and judiciously hung up the outfit.
"......"
Remembering that he had left his regular attire in the living room, he stepped out of the bedroom to retrieve it, wearing nothing but a pair of briefs. It wasn't customary for him to walk around in such little clothing, and he crossed his arms over his chest to suppress a brief shiver from the surrounding chilly environment.
When: October 10th, after Naruto’s birthday party
Where: Starter Apartments, Room 202
Summary: Gaara holds Sai to a certain promise that he made.
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol
Before this night, Gaara had scarce knowledge of what a nightclub really was. There were establishments of that kind in Suna, built for the purpose of serving as entertainment and social interaction for civilians and shinobi alike. It was an endeavor that the younger generation had encouraged him to fund, in which the council - all composed of the older generation - considered to be low priority.
Due to the recent experience, the redhead now had a much better understanding. Initially, he heard the word "party" and immediately assumed that he wouldn't be suitable for the setting, rather than the other way around. The nightclub wasn't as loud and crowded as he would have thought. There was even adequate protection provided at the entrance - sentries that the others called "bouncers." The dress code for attendees had a small range, with most opting to don formal attire.
He had gotten convinced to try just one alcoholic drink, in the spirit of the joyous occasion. Everyone around him had treated it like typical social behavior, and so he finally relented. But given his lack of personal experience with alcohol, Gaara was mindful to limit himself to stringent restrictions. There was an instance back in the facility when he had attended a party, in celebration of a holiday called Halloween, but his memories of that particular event were hazy at best. If he had remembered the behavior exhibited by people consuming alcohol, then he likely would have felt far less inclined to partake of it. Although he didn’t have a preference for sweets, he had found the taste of the drink to be quite pleasant.
It was late when the party finally disbanded, long after the sirens had sounded. He couldn't have brought his gourd along to the nightclub, given his outfit and the setting itself, but there was plenty of earth around for him to use, and he had Sai as reliable support - not to mention the sand trail that still stubbornly stayed with him, even in this city. While they were traveling back to the starter apartments on one of his ink birds, Gaara flicked his gaze down to the ground every so often to acknowledge the presence of monsters roaming around. Even with the supposed barriers set in place, the creatures were still too populous... The situation couldn't just be left alone like this. Not that he was in the particular state of mind to come up with a solution on this very night; it would reserve a spot on his growing list of matters to address.
Once at their apartment, Gaara immediately headed into their bedroom to undress. He had chosen a white suit, which roused memories of an expedition to London, when he... arrived in the city naked, and was forced to find new clothing, quickly. He took his time, carefully sliding each button out of the thin slit, and then allowed the stiff sleeves to glide down his arms before pulling the jacket off. The undershirt and pants were easy to remove; afterward, he smoothed out the wrinkles in the fabric, per care instructions, and judiciously hung up the outfit.
"......"
Remembering that he had left his regular attire in the living room, he stepped out of the bedroom to retrieve it, wearing nothing but a pair of briefs. It wasn't customary for him to walk around in such little clothing, and he crossed his arms over his chest to suppress a brief shiver from the surrounding chilly environment.