{Open} He Said, She Said

[yøsh]

It was official, it was going to be a very long school day; it wasn't even officially second period yet, and Kankuro was already chanting the second and third versus of 'Sex on the Beach in his head. Though, this really was not all that shocking, as anyone who knew (slash was in class with him slash once entertained the very thin hope of capturing his educational interest) the preoccupied brunette in question could testify. Not exactly known for his attention span, him being distracted by tantalizing thoughts of weekend plans, or even just the thought of not being in school, was about as shocking as the princess being in another tower castle.

And, much like Peaches apparent view on replacing unarmed midget mushroom men guards with something more competent (like plumbers or you know, actual guards), Kankuro saw no need to change this habit. He was what he was, and what he was was currently distracted by the good news that Naruto had told him that morning (god, buddha and allah bless the blonde brat for it, too).

Muttering the last lines of the song as the bell ending first period rang, while ignoring the fact that he should very well be pissed at himself for knowing pop crap much less having it willingly stuck in his head, Kankuro stretched in his seat, tilting back to give a lazy smile at the cute girl behind him. Giving her a wink as she looked at him from his somewhat awkward half upside down position, Kankuro couldn’t help but think that it would be positively unfair of him to not share the gospel according to Uzumaki. Especially with a hottie with legs like that.

”Party tonight.” He informed her, simply. ”Inuzuka house. Eightish?” Okay, so he was making up the time, but it sounded good. Besides, he would be there when she showed up, and that was all that mattered so far as he was concerned. He played his cards right, and that would be all that mattered for her about nine that evening, too.

Comfortable with the fact that his pick up line was less then sub par... or even there (he was saving his A material for the slightly tipsy after math that would occur later that evening) he straightened up, leaving the classroom for the crowded halls, spreading the word as he went. Though, if he wasn’t a gossip monger that liked to be the first with the news, he might have realized that this was wholly unnecessary. The only thing more blood thirsty for gossip then high schoolers was tabloid reporters; in the five minutes before the next class period started, half the school would be praising the good news. All the school by lunch, proving for a very distracted remainder of the day.

[¡El Bandito!]

Naruto liked parties.

It was like a right of passage, really... the riotous party thrown in the house of the sole kid who actually lived in one, full of kids acting stupid, hooking up, and breaking things...

As silly (and possibly life-threatening if Kiba's mother found out) as it seemed, the blonde teen couldn't wait.

And neither could anyone else it seemed, as he strode through the halls looking for his fellow partners-in-crime to the background noise of information about the, uh, friendly gathering buzzing from mouth to ear like a nest of angry bees.

Aha, and there was one of the brunettes he was looking for, the brown mess of spikes that was his hair sticking up above the crowd like some sort of bizarre gathering point as Naruto could only imagine how many times he had passed on the word to the ignorant masses around him, giving them valuable knowledge that only the hallways and not the classrooms could provide.

The Uzumaki knew he could rely on a certain Sabakuno Kankuro to get the word out to all the important people (and then some); the male had a certain knack for gossip and information that rivaled only gum-popping girls in cheer skirts. And for what the three of them (Naruto, Kankuro, and the not-yet-present Inuzuka Kiba) had planned, that was exactly what they needed.

As the small crowd around the senior dispersed to spread the word to their own friends, Naruto sidled up to replace the spot left by a particularly leggy girl that he couldn't help but do a double-take at.

"Please tell me she's going to be there," he laughed, offering his hand out for the standard secret handshake that was ritual between the three of them before any and all conversations.

[Amaya]

Her First class of the day was finally over, and it was Friday! Finally the last day of the week, meaning the weekend and a chance to spend time with friends was fast approaching. Carrying her books on one hip she made her way to her locker, she disliked carrying her backpack around all the time, and since her locker was in a main hall by most of her classes it was easy to do.

Walking down the halls was one of the blondes favorite parts of the school day, she would see numerous people she knows and gather vital information for the weekend. Stopping along the halls for brief conversations as she made her way to her locker, the most interesting news was the sound of some kind of party going on. No one she had talked to seemed quite positive on the location or details. Not that the blonde was worried, there was a lot of people that she knew and someone would have all the details.

Arriving at her locker she let the two books and the note book she had in her arm on her hip and put the combination into her locker. Opening the door she put her books down and looked at the small mirror she had magnetized to her locker door, she glanced at her makeup making sure it had not smudged or anything. She also gave her hair a quick look over, more out of habit than actual worry. She didn't mess her looks up very often, except during gym class where she actually worked rather hard.

Grabbing the books for her next class she gave a glance down the halls to see who all she knew, the only thing she spotted that looked familiar was the other blonde in the school, Naruto. She still had plenty of time though, so she decided to wait a moment and see if anyone showed up. The halls were always crammed full of people and something interesting always happened it was just a game of wait and see. In the mean time she put her books that she didn't need away and pulled out the stuff she needed for her next class.

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OOC: blah it sucks, but well Ino had been thrown into the mix

[Juicy !]

If Kiba had his way, he would be halfway across the campus, running, screaming and throwing his homework in the air. Oh, and what would he be yelling about? It's simple. Party. His house, tonight, be there. It isn't that hard to remember, and it's a beautiful thing, these parties. For one, there was booze. You could get shitfaced, break your face, or wind up in an oven and no matter what, you were still king for that one night. It was all good fun. Secondly, his mother was not anywhere near the house for a full forty-either hours. That gave him party, hangover, recovery, and cleanup time before she got home. For, really, if she had found out about any of this, oh, it was his head. And his ass, and his eyes, and his arms, and his legs, and his feet, and, well, you get the point. Kiba would be buried before anyone could find out he died. Number three: Chicks, man. Beautiful, hot-ass girls wandering around and flirting with anyone that comes in their paths. Sure, the boy had a crush on one Hinata Hyuga, however, Kiba knew damn well that wasn't going to happen at the moment. The kid needed to live it up, right? Exactly.

There was so many things wrong with being enslaved by the school at this very day, at this very time. It was only just after first period, and Kiba felt like it needed to be over. Faster than you could imagine, it needed to be over. Especially since, due to utter excitement, he could not fall asleep. Not even in first period! In his opinion, that was some bullshit, however, the kid knew well that if he got another one of those parent calls/remarks/conferences/detentions, his mom may have well been back from her little trip. Though he was still pumped. His friends would be there, the hot-chicks, the blond bombshells and the brunette babes. Everyone he looked forward to seeing at school with be in one house, or in that house's backyard. Damn, he should definitely be running down the halls screaming by now.

Itching to get out of class, the bell finally had rung, which mean Kiba nonchalantly walked(meaning he basically ran) out the door and into the hallway. He greeted his locker, entering the three-number combination, throwing his homework and book in there and grabbing the history one from inside. He may not pay attention, but hell, getting yelled at for not paying attention was a whole lot better than getting yelled at right as you walked in for not being prepare. Besides, his teachers gave up on him a long time ago. It was expected that he be staring off in space or distracting other people. Shutting his locker as fast as he could, he made a small crowd of freshman look over as if they'd seen a ghost, and ended up getting a slightly snarky, wide grin from the dog-boy. Hel yes, it was going to be a good day.

Passing a few people on his way to his next class, Kiba muttered the words of party-dom, soon eying the particular group he was aiming for. It wasn't exactly a group, only two kids, but they were the best he'd get. Naruto and Kankuro. As the red-tattooed boy began walking in their direction, he noticed a particularly lonely looking blond. No, this wasn't Naruto, but Ino. The tall, blond, short-short wearing, volleyball-hitting, beautifully breasted, girl. A friend, obviously. It didn't take much to get Kiba off course, and to make a bee-line straight for the blue-eyed girl. A grin/smirk was worn on his face as he threw his arm around her shoulder, leading her over to Naruto and Kankuro while striking up a conversation about the big plans of the weekend. ”Hey, my favorite Volleyball star,” Of course that was common knowledge to him.. but that's not worth getting into, ”If you haven't heard already, there's going to be a huge party at my house tonight. Everything you need'll be there, so no worries about anything. Bring as many of your teammates as you want, and anyone else too.” With a grin, Kiba finally was getting into the small formation Naruto and Kankuro had already been in, ”As you know, my other beautiful blond friend will be there, and my almost-as-good-looking-as-me friend here, too.” Giving Kankuro a snarky-smile as some sort of payback for some other time Kankuro had done that to him. ”But seriously, you should go. And bring your friends, right guys?” Kiba said, in attempts to egg her to bring the rest of her good looking group. He still held his arm around her, casually, as he shifted the history book with his other hand, hanging by his fingers near his thigh. Oh, tonight was going to be good.. no, better than good... FANTASTIC.

[yøsh]

”Oh, she’ll be there.’ Kankuro vowed, clasping Naruto’s extended hand before going through the necessary motions that made up their super secret (kinda) handshake. So what if the she in question had not said yes she would be? It wasn’t like she had explicitly shot the invitation down, claiming she had to wash her hair or something. So in girl talk that was what... a positively inclined maybe in plain japanese, right? At the very least it was not a no, and that was all that Kankuro needed to turn her silent response into a yes. Besides, who would turn down a party at someone else’s house?

No one, that’s who. Or at the very least not someone who as in their right mind and she might look like she could get freaky (with a little bit of persuasion, and a mental ’if you know what I mean’) but definitely not the crazy kinda crazy. Always a plus. Well, at least it was in his book because, let’s face it; unlike a party, no one liked a crazy chick.

And speak of the devil and he shall appear... Or rather speaking about crazy, Inuzuka Kiba will appear. Arm wrapped around a certain blonde volleyball player, Kankuro couldn’t help but admire exactly what degree of insanity his dark-haired junior counterpart was proudly sporting. No, not for towing Ino around-- He couldn’t think of a single guy, straight and otherwise, who wouldn’t want her around to some degree--but for the house party; Inuzuka Tsume was one woman that Kankuro would never want to cross, ever. Throwing a house party under her nose, figuratively... Kankuro half wanted to wipe away a tear and claim how proud he was of Kiba... you know, if that wasn’t just retarded.

Grinning like a cheshire cat, Kankuro sent Ino a less then surreptitious wink,”Damn right there will be everything you need there.” he informed the blonde, easily agreeing with Kiba. ”I’ll be there, after all.” And that was all that mattered, so far as he was concerned. Hot blondes at a party, he was sure that all they needed to worry about was where he was and how to get close to him. Well, except maybe Uzumaki, but the idea of him and the adjective of hot was enough to make Kankuro slightly ill. He was a seven, at best; close but not quite up to his own nine and a half on the scale of one to Antonio Banderas voice.

"I’m sure your friends would appreciate this, too.” Again, who wouldn’t?

[Elena]

Sai walked from the arts hall, needing to get to his locker. As he walked, he didn’t really care who he bumped into, or if he gave them a rather piercing look when they did.

Within the same hallway where his locker was, was a group of which most of the people he recognized. Naruto was there, and that Kiba he skipped with (who had his arm around Ino who he knew through Sakura) and some other guy who Sai really didn’t care about at the moment, even though he should probably introduce himself to ‘other’ friends of Naruto. He witnessed them do some odd handshake, which would have struck his curiosity on any other occasion.

Now was not any other occasion.

He overhead the conversation as he closed in, unnoticed, but that wouldn’t be for long. He drew up to the group, with a smile. Not his usual smile. His usual smile was ‘oh look I’m a bastard teehee’, but this one was way different. The forced smile did not match his eyes, when they were open. This smile better fit something like ‘I just hung all your kittens and Akamaru from the ceiling. And made you watch.’

“Party you say?” he parachuted into the conversation, resting his elbow against the Uzumaki’s shoulder in what should have been a casual, friendly gesture, but his rigid presence and the negative karma just rolling off him trumped that. “Aha. See, this is the part where I would say I am interested, and would ask if Naruto-kun was going and if I could tag along…” The fist attached to the elbow resting on Naruto’s shoulder clenched.

"However, it seems I’m heading for a downward spiral.” He turned his gaze over toward Kiba.

“Skipping was only the beginning, and now I have a detention for inappropriately touching my art teacher first period.” His smile twitched. He didn’t miss a beat, and yes, you heard him right.

“I won’t be able to make it to this party, unfortunately…” He moved away from Naruto to his locker, fiddling with the combination.

“That very teacher is displeased with my art, for whatever reason,” He yanked the lock off so hard it slipped from his hand and clattered onto the floor, threatening to break. He didn’t act like he noticed. “He’s dumped a big workload on me, and now in order to stay on top of everything I need to do, I have to do all my work in advance. “ Sai laughed, pushing his binder in and trading it for a new one.

“That means I’m probably not going to be able to sleep tonight, let alone attend something which I’m sure would have been an enriching social experience.” He closed his locker—more like slammed it—and picked the lock off the floor so that he could lock it again.

The entire time he didn’t even look back at the group he was talking to. “So, I hope all of you have fun. Naruto-kun, I’ll talk to you next week.” He walked off in the direction of his next class.

[¡El Bandito!]

Nothing started the day better than a good secret handshake. It was the kind of gesture that let you know instantly (or, at least as fast as your fingers could move and your brain could process the motions, but quite instantly enough for a certain blonde male) that you were among the company of trusted friends. And it was always good to have trusted friends, particularly when you were about to throw a totally awesome yet potentially life-threatening party. He gave the taller brunette a knowing smirk, about to thank him for the great service he was doing his classmates, when a second brunette, accompanied by a second blonde, joined the now-circle.

"You know, we could just leave them to their lovers' quarrel and try to get your friends interested," Naruto said, only half joking, to the blonde girl who Kiba's arm was around. "I mean, we can argue all day about who the sexiest one here is but I think deep down in our hearts we know the answer. We don't need to see the fight for second place."

Before he had the chance to smirk and defend himself from what was sure to be an onslaught of crap from the other two males, however, a fifth person joined the circle, bringing with him a rather unusual flurry of anger.

It wasn't like Sai to show his emotions at all, much less this sort of scary, palpable hatred. The ebony-haired male smiled at them, but it wasn't anything even resembling a friendly smile or even his usual bland-but-slightly-devious smile. No, this looked vaguely murderous, as his shoulder could soon attest to.

He listened to Sai's rant silently, putting up a finger to interrupt his friend but putting it down when it became clear that he wasn't going to be paid any attention to at all. Not that he was all that offended; he didn't really want Sai's attention at the moment, especially after a long rambling explanation involving 'inappropriately touching a teacher'.

Sai was not the person he wanted inappropriately touching him today. Or ever, really. But particularly not today.

He watched the male leave with a headtilt and a vaguely quizzical expression on his face, pondering if he should try to catch up with his classmate and see if there was anything he could do for him, but it didn't particularly sound like it from the rant he had just been privvy to, and he was still a little less than thrilled with Sai from a few days ago when he had decided to ask Naruto's crush to the dance. So he let the male walk off in his huff, content to finish plans for the party and mentally considering jailbreaking the male out later instead.

"Leave it to Sai to change the subject to penises and art, am I right?" he joked, laughing weakly. This really wasn't the sort of thing he wanted to talk about with his present company. Or, once again, ever.

"So... yeah. Can you get some of your volleyball teammates to show up? How about some of the cheer squad?" he asked Ino again, trying like hell to get the subject back out of the middle of awkward-land.

[Amaya]

Just as she was debating wandering off she heard a familiar and very friendly voice approach her with a greeting of “Hey, my favorite Volleyball star,” Smiling she turned to face none other then Kiba. Who was one of the schools resident trouble makers and a well known party boy. She had been to several parties with Kiba around and no lie, he was a blast! Smiling with a slight roll of her eyes she let him out his arm around her and lead her over to Naruto and another friend of theirs someone she only knew by name and vague stories from her volleyball friend, Suzume, Kankuro was his name. He had a brother Gaara who was in her grade and if she remember right he also had a sister.

A smile crept across her face as she was informed of the party, by it's creator. Not that she was too terrible surprised that it was Kiba throwing the party, that it was at his house was a little surprising. His mother was a nice woman, but not someone any one wanted to see angry. So making a mental note to not pass out at the party house for fear of not waking up in time. “So your the one throwing the party everyone is talking about!” She continued to smile as she was told that she didn't need to bring anything but her friends, not like that would be hard. People like her and parties were like two peas in a pod.

But anything she was going to say was forgotten by a very angry or upset Sai joining the group. He seemed to be radiating a very negative energy, it was kind of scary to be honest. She rarely saw any kind of emotion so to see that much and to be negative it was odd. She listened to him in a slightly stunned silence until he walked away after slamming his locker shut. Blinking for a moment she said more to herself than the group “He touched his teacher? What does that even mean?”

Her mind was brought back to the party and it's drunken fun time that was soon approaching with the third male of the group also wanting the volleyball team to show. It might make a girl think that they had a little bit of an obsession with her and her teammates. It was a little scary, but then again they were teen males and you couldn't expect too much out of them. “Well I suppose I can ask the girls at practice after school tonight, just make sure to have some good mixed drink. I know most of the girls prefer that to anything else.” her smile turned to a small smirk, never let guys get off easy, she had been warned of that by some of her older mentors. Men lose interest if there is not a cretin level of mystery, and well that couldn't just happen.

[Juicy !]

Was it wrong to be so excited over something that could possibly get him murdered? I think not. It was a simple matter of taking advantage of a perfect situation, or being a pussy for not rising to the challenge. Besides, it was calculated (mind you, these are Kiba's calculations), to be perfectly safe before his mother got home. Which is exactly why the brunette wore a huge grin, and a satisfied look or excitement and anticipation. It it were up to Kiba, he would be jumping like a baby in one of those bouncy-highchair things. With his arm securely around the blond little prep, he looked tot eh other members filling in with the group, hoping, (or /knowing/), that the party would be 40x bigger than this.

Though his eyes quickly darted to Naruto, whom was insinuating that he was, by far, the sexiest one in the group. That called for immediate disapproval and a -insert witty statement here- tag line. Just who did he think he was? Obviously the party was right here, they didn't need anything else by the glory of the almighty sexy brunette of awesomeness. ”Are you afraid of getting your ass kicked by Kankuro?” Kiba took the chance, his grin turning into a hybrid of just that and a smirk, ”I mean, it'd be kind of disappointing to lose and have to wear the bronze, man.” Kiba sure as hell would back up the so called sexy-competition to anyone. A guy's gotta defend his masculinity like a woman has to love it. Right?

Though as he heard the group shut up for a mere second, turning he found out why: Sai decided to enter the conversation in what seemed some mess of anger. It was odd though, for he had seen Sai annoyed, but angry? He didn't think the kid had it in him. At least, that's what Kiba could only identify as anger. Yelling, nearly, about something along the lines of touching his teacher (Kiba only had to assume he did in the worst way) and getting a detention and more work for it. Artwork? Wouldn't that be really easy? Honestly the kid didn't know much about art, and he refused to take the class because when you needed a fine arts credit, it just so happened that theater tech was easier and more entertaining. Though Kiba couldn't help but feel like Sai was planning to murder him in his sleep. It wasn't the most secret thing that Kiba and the other didn't hit it off so well the first week of school, but... he should be fine. He could take Sai..

Quickly bouncing back to the conversation, after a few seconds of awkward silence, Kiba looked to Naruto, who spoke about art and penises and Sai, then back to Ino who asked about what touching his teacher meant. In Kiba's mind, there was arrows pointing the word touching, and penis together. It only made so much sense to the boy, ”You think he tried to go for the art teachers junk?” It was more of a statement turned question as it came out, however, Kiba didn't neccesarely want to think of it anymore. You see, the boy had more of a visual mind, and the fact that Sai would have been “touching” his teacher just gave a really, really bad mental picture.. and it was only getting worse. More in depth and more... just, ick. Period.

A large grin appeared back on Kiba's red-streaked face, as Naruto brought back the girls playing volleyball to the table. Yes. Short-shorts and boobs. Was that wrong to say? Alright, Girls in short shorts diving after balls. Again, wrong. What could you do, though? Who didn't enjoy that, was the real question. Ino actually agreed to it, though. To tell her friends, that is. Which was only another reason to rejoice mentally, throwing a pre-party in his brain. ”Does Apple jiuce and tequila sound good? It's better than you think,” He stated, after losing a bit on a mixed drink. He bought chasers like lemonade and sprite and coke... would that count as mixing a drink?

[yøsh]

Somehow, Kankuro was less then flabbergasted, bothered shocked, impressed, concerned or anything about Sai's quiet outbursts. Perhaps this was because he didn't personally know the guy, even if they somewhat ran with the same group and he had seen him around (somehow it was rather hard to miss Sai, even in a crowd of people). However, Kankuro had heard that he could be kind of.... well, odd seemed to be the most commonly used word, uttered right before the person telling him this would make a strange face between acceptance and a grimace and then walking off slash changing the subject. Nothing bad was ever said, at least not specifically, though it had been noted somewhere that the dark haired artist had somewhat of an obsession with a certain blonde's boxer shorts (three guesses who, and here's a hint, it was not Ino).

Admittedly, an obsession over Uzumaki when he was around was odd, but Kankuro could hardly fault him for it since, again, they didn't know each other. Well, that and recently popping rumors had him wondering about the blonde's interest in boxer shorts (again, three guesses and it wasn't Ino). However, what he was saying almost made sense in the dark haired boy's head.

He could think of quite a few teachers at the school he wouldn't mind getting detention with. Adding his own mental if you know what I meant, strictly for his own entertainment, he couldn't help but think through a few choice professors of his. Yeah... everybody loved cake, and with the slices walking around the high school, who was he to break this trend? No one, that's who, as he smiled at the particular idea of his Chemistry teacher asking him what happened if they mixed acids and bases together.

It was a pity that Naruto had to go and ruin the image by talking about penises and art.

Slightly aggravated, Kankuro rolled his eyes, jumping to the only logical conclusion of why he wouldn't let it just die at the hands of pleasant thoughts about sexy science "Dude. No. He let out a sigh, wondering if he was being insensitive. Naruto was probably just "secretly" pissed that Sai was hitting on someone else. He half wondered if he should give the 'there's other fish in the sea speech' but he couldn't seem to make himself do it. Maybe he should "introduce" the blonde to someone at the party that night. It was subtle and showed that he was there for support as long as he didn't try to make a move on him. Genius.

Returning to the conversation at hand, Kankuro gave the female blonde a lazy smirk "Everything you girls prefer will be there." he commented before he could stop himself, the usual bad lines filter that existed between his lower head and his mouth failing him, epically.

[¡El Bandito!]

The blonde boy wasn't entirely sure what was going on.

He better get used to the feeling by tonight, he supposed.

Everyone seemed to be talking about a hurricane of subject all at once, and the bell for the next class was going to ring soon, and he really just wanted this whole school thing to get the hell over with so they could stop talking about the party and actually do the deed. This whole Sai and the art teacher thing was just a really strange, awkward distraction that was completely missing the point that was the awesomeness of what was going to happen later.

"Nah," he said to the tattoo'd boy, shaking his head. "Everyone knows I'm gold material. Look at the hair." He twisted a blonde lock between his fingers for emphasis, grinning. "And I'm getting tired of being your shoulder to cry on when you lose. I can only give so much, man!" he snickered openly, enjoying the overdramatic display. He needed to work on keeping a straight face about these things, he supposed, but it really didn't matter at the moment.

"Ino, there'll be chasers and soda there, That sort of thing. That'll be enough, right?" He was concerned, mostly because he didn't want this house party to turn into a cocktail weenie party. He really wasn't a fan of sausagefests. The other two guys he was with were bad enough... and after Sai's little cameo he was quite sure he'd dealt with enough penis for the month, let alone a single day. He ignored Ino and Kiba's questions entirely, shifting the bag on his shoulders slightly in an attempt to show that he wanted to move, both physically and mentally away from what was the prevailing subject for reasons unknown.

"So... yeah. Should probably get going, but tell all your friends to show up, huh? It's gonna be awesome."

[Amaya]

“Tequila and apple juice? Sounds different.” She said as a finger twirling a strand of her bangs as she thought about that kind of drink. It didn't sound bad, just different. If she was at all worried about they drinks both Naruto and Kankuro assured her that there would be hard liquor and chasers, which would work just fine. “Yeah hard liquor and chasers are perfect!” She said with a smile on her face, she was getting really excited about tonight. It was going to be a blast! She knew of at least three or so of her volleyball friends that would for sure come, and maybe two cheerleaders. So she was pretty sure that it would get to be a rather large party, word spread fast in this school and most people knew who Kiba was, even if they didn't know where he lived. Not that it would be hard to figure out.

Her blue eyes looked around to each of the boys and she couldn't help but ask “We gonna finish your guy's who's hotter competition at the party?” she said with a smile. Whoever this blonde though was the winner of that competition, well she wasn't going to say. It seemed like the break between classes was coming to a close, glancing at Naruto who looked like he was getting ready to go she said “No worries, I'll tell them. Have fun in class.”

Ino had the feeling she would probably spend the rest of the day with a smile on her face as she looked forward to the party tonight. It was going to be something crazy and fun, so whatever happened it was going to be great. It seemed like the breaks between class were not long enough. So much planning, so little time. “So your house at eight Kiba?” She asked to make sure of the time, not that chances of her and the girls showing up early was likely. After all you have to be fashionably late to get noticed.

[Juicy !]

One: Kiba was the hottest damn thing that touched this earth. Two: tonight was going to be perfect. Three: If he got one more call home because he was late to class, the party may not be happening. Yes, it was the beginning of the school year, and yes, he couldn't have been late that many times, however, those teachers that always had their eye out for you constantly tried to get him in trouble. The school had a lot of those teachers, it's like they aimed for the kid with the red-streaks on his cheeks. Or he was really that much of a fuck-up so far. Hell, he had senioritus as a freshman, can you blame him?

Grinning, he took to the few comments as more than just words, they were challenges. The kind of things that had to be settled in a more-than-dramatic way; like limo-jousting. Or belly dancing, or getting so and so many girls to kiss them in a night. Whoever loses cleans up. No, that wouldn't work. Whoever looses has to... hell, the kid had the rest of the school day to think of something epic. As long as tonight didn't turn out to be some kind of misconstrued form of a house destruction party, Kiba was more that sure he was in the clear. Or as long as Akamaru didn't try to attack someone; not likely, but he didn't have quite a take on certain people. He looked to Naruto, and Kakuro, deciding that Ino's idea was perfect, as well as his own few twists. ”We will continue this tonight; you'll see.” It wasn't meant ot be much of a threat, however, the devious smile told anyone that it wasn't just going to be a 'win a game of spin the bottle' sort of thing. If that could be won.

Damn the kid was so happy he was practically bouncing in place. Either juggling between leaving or not, or just the sheer excitement it was hard to tell. Or maybe he just really had to pee. ”Damn, I need to go.. I have science this hour, and need to get down there before I have another tardy and have to go through the office...” Sighing, he looked to the other three, grinned, made some sort of 'I'll talk to you later, I wish I had time to give you a handshake or fist bump or something' hand gesture towards the boys before yelling to Ino, who already began walking away, ”Don't forget, I wana see you and all your friends there! --Oh, and yeah, 8-9:30 ish, whatever,” Before ending with a grin, and bumping into some freshman, he turned and high-tailed it to his class. He did practically have a half of a building to walk, which, if he walked, there was no way he was getting there in time.. not with his, 'I really don't want to be here, so I'll procrastinate by walking slowly' strut. At least it was almost, not really, the end of the day..

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Damn straight hard liquor on a friday night was perfect. The only thing more perfect was if it was hard liquor on a friday night toga party on toga optional night. Or at least toga optional for him and a few choice girl’s that had already rsvp-ed yes (not that there wouldn’t be room for girls who just happened to show up; he was easy, no pun intended... this time). Possibly even Swedish girls, he thought with a grin, refusing to allow something as simple as logic tell him the slim odds of a gaggle (girls traveled in gaggles, right? Or was it flocks....) of Swedish chicks randomly roaming about the school, happening to overhear about the party, and understanding enough Japanese to follow the directions to Inuzuka’s house. However, he did not doubt that the hypothetical, foreign and blonde chicks would flock to him. After all, it was him he was talking... er, thinking about, and in his mind, he was not just a legend of his own creation. He was more then gold; he was full out platinum.

Snickering, Kankuro reached out and gave a playful yank at Naruto’s hair. ”Gold? This?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow before shaking his head. ”Bull shit. Everyone knows that’s macaroni yellow.” he teased, grin growing. ”Which fits since that line was so cheesy.” Not that Kankuro had much room to talk with his batting record that particular Friday morning, but that was a fact that he could easily ignore.

So he did, nodding his head in agreement as his yellow haired underclassman counterpart told Ino to spread the good word, mentally adding stipulations that her invited friends be of the hot, slutty, and hot variety. While he completely, and silently, agreed with his unspoken declaration, Kankuro was not stupid enough to say it out loud (contrary to popular belief, his survival instincts weren’t that dull). A party full of ug-bo’s may be a step above a sausage fest, but it wasn’t much of an improvement. And while it would work out for Uzumaki as a ‘pitcher’ (or catcher, Kankuro wasn’t quite sure and he really wasn’t that interested in learning, thank-you very much) but Kankuro didn’t feel much like getting plastered with a bunch of dicks (whether that was a strictly figurative description or not, he wasn’t sure but he agreed with the sentiment either way).

Eyes rolled and Kankuro’s smirk became wolfish at Kiba’s challenge, even thought everybody present knew who would come out on top. The smirk grew even more pronounced. After all, they all knew who partied like a rock star, looked like a movie star, played like an all-star yadda yadda yadda...

Still, one couldn’t help but appreciate the younger boy’s bravado in the face of certain defeat. It was kinda like 300, only sexy, since he was involved.

Shaking his head, Kankuro couldn’t resist adding ”Yeah yeah... but I hate to embarrass you at your own party...” even as he pushed aside several pop culture references that sprang to mind (namely involving madness, Sparta, fake abs and tan, and padding in swimsuit areas). Plenty of time for them later, he reasoned as The tattooed boy walked off, presumably for class, though Kankuro hardly could understand why he would want to, but whatever. To each his own, he supposed. He also supposed that he really couldn't be casting stones from his smoke filled glass house in the form of smoking in the boy's room second period.

Stretching, Kankuro yawned out a quick "Guess I'll see you both later." Before wandering off to his less then scholastically geared activities.