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[¡El Bandito!]

Unlike some big asshole brunettes he could mention, Naruto had no qualms with catchy corporate pop music regardless of the 'genre' it was assigned to, so long as it actually sounded good.

However, this was only part of the reason the Uzumaki couldn't help himself from chanting 'shots, shots, shots, shots, shots' over and over again as he prowled the halls of Inuzuka Kiba's house.

The party was just starting to get good, hot girls, girls he didn't even know (girls he was pretty certain didn't even go to his school) were starting to show up, but neither Kiba, Naruto, nor Kankuro, the kings of the castle (or was that booze den?) particularly cared as long as they had complied with the 'bring your own booze' rule, and all were encouraged to consider the 'shirts optional' addendum they had hastily added to the doorman's list of things to mention after they had begun sampling the available wares. Briefly he contemplated the fact that typically, the three kings were supposed to be the ones doing the gift-bringing. He had no idea what the hell myrrh was, but he doubted it would taste good in alcohol form.

The orange iPod shuffle ero-sennin had gotten him for his birthday last year (just before they had came out with a new model, fittingly, but he didn't really care so long as the stupid thing actually played music) was attached to the stereo and the music was blasting. The music that was blasting through was probably the kind of thing he'd get ridiculed for in the morning, if anybody could even remember in the morning, that was, and would have to come up with some hasty bullshit excuses like 'I downloaded it for the party', 'I have no idea how that got on there' and 'dude, the chick singing is hot'.

He had a screwdriver in a red solo cup in his right hand, if Sunny-D counted as orange juice and no one noticed that it was more vodka than juice at this point. A little trick he had learned from god-knows where: take a shot, have a chaser ready, and refill swig you just took with booze. It was a good way to get fucked up quickly, and he had nothing better until the beer pong and/or Rock Band was set up (because everyone knew he was a beast at the vocals). He wasn't even sure how a bunch of underaged kids had managed to accumulate this much alcohol; probably various measures involving cool older brothers, parental alcohol cabinet raids, fake IDs and five-finger discounts. All he knew was that he was starting to get tipsy and bored, and that was definitely never a good combination.

Taking a gulp of his orange liquid courage, the blonde walked up to a group of giggling girls standing in the hallway and talking about god-knows-what; probably the latest oh-so-scandalous cosmo article or what stores were having sales at the mall or whatever the hell else girls talked about. "Hey ladies," he said with a grin, not recognizing any of them as he slipped into their circle but deciding that really didn't matter. "Could I interest any of you in a drink?"

Now, Naruto was no bartender, so by 'drink' he meant 'shots' and by 'can I interest you in' he meant 'I'm going to go bring you some, so stay here.' The girls just continued giggling at him, shrugging in indifferent agreement as he sauntered away from them and into the kitchen.

[Juicy !]

It was no doubt there was a big turnout. The party Kiba expected (no, he knew) would be big, turned out bigger. People he didn't even know were flocking in like geese running away from a buffalo. Yes, that was a stupid analogy, however, it may as wel have been accurate. Every corner of his smaller house was taken up by people (who almost all had red cups in their hands filled with various alcohol) standing, talking and listening to Naruto's gay iPod. It was very gay. Homosexual even. And that was a big word. His apparent dislike of the music, however, was drowned out by his amazement that so many people could fit in his damn house. At this point, he didn't even care that it took him forever to block of his mom's door and put away all the breakables. No, in fact, this was more than he was asking for, even, begging for. Now, snaking around people may have been hard, but it did get you snugged in between hot babes and the douche bags they were talking to. He never got a shove, either. Who would shove the host? He had every right to kick your ass out, and don't think he wouldn't... in style, that is. At least if he could stand on his feet by then.

Everyone, so far, had abided by the bring your own alcohol and, surprisingly, no one had puked on his couch yet. Everything was in order, and, for that matter, his counter was too. You want whiskey? Tequila? How about good old vodka? Maybe Sake? Everything was on his counter, and the magnificent swirls of colors and glass just made the array even more stunning. It was a little bit gross that there were only so many shot glasses, and a little bit nasty that the red cups have been abandoned around the house, however, that wasn't his to worry about right now. What mattered was he got his four shots from the glass, and.. well, past that, you kind of have to stop giving a fuck. No, he wasn't black-out drunk, and no, he could still stand on his feet, however, it was the perfect feel he wanted. Maybe a few more later, and the rounds of beer-pong that he needed to begin setting up would do the trick. Beer before liquor? What was that again?

Kiba Inuzuka was the king for a day (or a night) and was so damn happy to be sitting on the throne he decided to juice every last drop out of it. The goofy grin would not leave his face, nor would the warmness in his cheeks that brightened up the already prominent red tattoos on his face. He currently walked around holding a very potent rum and coke (Captain Morgan was officially what Kiba wants to be, now) and conversing. Walking, drinking, then talking with the random girls who's asses he could have spotted from a mile away. Saying thinks along the lines of, ”Pretty awesome party, right?” And somehow managing to make a meaningless few minute conversation about nothing (other than the fact that his drunken self wanted in their pants-- even a sober self would). Chugging a fourth of his drink, he moved onto the next circle, and the next, finally making his rounds to a particularly hot few girls. If by hot, he meant smoking, and by particularly, he meant perky, then yes, those words described the girls exactly.

Of course Kiba wore his trademark grin in approaching the few girls, who looked like they would, quite frankly, be down for anything. It was, of course the perfect moment. Taking a few steps forward into they conversation, he didn't think twice about what he was about to say, Would either of you girls be willing to partake in a match of beer pong?” That wasn't quite it, though, oh, yes, there was more to come. Slipping on a sly grin Kiba dance the devils dance and called them out for a bit of fair play, How about for a wager?If me and my buddy win, we get to take one of you away. If you guys win, you can have that blond kid over there,” Pointing across the room towards his own counter top, he picked out Naruto from across the room, again, Kiba could point Naruto out almost anywhere, even when he was inhibited. There was only a few seconds pause before he heard a few of the girls agree, before shouting, nearly deafening, since Kiba tended to be loud enough on his own, ”Hey, blond babe at the bar! Come'ere and bring twelve cups! We've got a match to win.” From what Kiba could remember, Naruto was pretty good at beer pong.. or was it Kankuro that was the master? Who knew, but pointing to where an older, beat-up ping-pong table sat (just outside the doors into his back yard where even more people were), He grinned and tossed a shoulder over one of the girls' shoulders. Who said this night wouldn't be fun. Hell, the more drunk he got, the less he'd remember the stupid decisions he was going to make. He was king for a night, and this night was the prefect time to let go of any restrictions (did Kiba have any?) and get going... no one said he didn't know how to have fun.

[¡El Bandito!]

Naruto was amazing at beer pong... or, at least, he would proclaim this to anyone who would listen, or even anyone who mentioned the words 'beer' and/or 'pong' in any sort of passing conversation. So, despite the fact that he was very busy and preoccupied with important things (like impressing girls with his thorough knowledge of that blue liquor that tasted orange... a drunk mindfuck if he'd ever seen or tasted one), when he heard his brunette best friend mention something about a blonde babe, his attention span dumped his previous process faster than a PC with a virus and he snatched a stack of red cups off the counter without bothering to actually count them.

Shotgunning the rest of his fortified (in more ways than one) child's beverage, he sauntered over to the Inuzuka, shoving the cups at his chest. "Oh baby, you know how I like it," he drawled with a grin, before looking over at the girls they were to be playing and winking. This was going to be awesome, because he was amazing at beer pong.

And, really, this night was going great. The whole idea was genius really; he and Kiba and Kankuro really needed to do this sort of thing more often... speaking of which, where was Brunette Number Two? He'd seen him around, for sure, already drunk off his ass before most people had even started or showed up, but...

Well, of the three Kankuro was the oldest, so he decided in his decidedly less than sober state that the senior was probably fine, making out with some chick in Kiba's room or something equally unglamorous yet awesome.

"Dude did you set the table up already?" Naruto asked Kiba, looking around for the signature green rectangle that he was about to dominate. "You know I'm amazing at beer pong, right?"

[Elle]

Akimichi Choji was never one for social scenes.

Sure, he had a rather vast amount of friends now--those childhood days were still hard for him to look back on--, but it didn't mean that he was invited to these sorts of functions, per say. However, considering it was Kiba's party, he (and the rest of the school population) now doweled in a living room that was far too cramped and crowded, teeming left and right with drunken people.

Meandering through the large, sweating crowd and ignoring the deafening beat of the music overhead, the brunet casually made his way over to the snack table, eyeing the chips greedily, as if they were a precious, precious jewel and could be stolen at any moment. Upon seeing that people were not, in fact, launching their bodies across tables to reach the chip bowl, Choji managed to make himself relax and grab for the plastic, confiscating it entirely.

It wasn't like anyone was going to miss it that much, anyways; they were far too busy getting plastered. As one of the sober people in the room, Choji felt as though it was his right to commandeer the snack items.

As much as Choji didn't mind drinking (his tolerance was rather high due to his, erm, hefty size), he couldn't locate any of his friends or acquaintances, which ought to be the first task of any party or event. Brown eyes scanned the bodies in the crowd, contently munching on the chips (they weren't barbecue but they had to do). Finally, after much scoping and chewing, Choji managed to spot a tousle of blond hair, indicating that Naruto was already present (and probably just a bit buzzed). Moving and twisting his way through the people, the pleasantly-plump teen waved at Kiba and shifted the bowl to rest more comfortably in his arms.

"You're playing beer pong?" Well, thats what he was trying to say. Due to the vast amounts of chips in his mouth, however, it came out more like, 'Yer 'layin eer wong?' Definitely not the most attractive sound, but Choji was pretty sure that the two of them were used to the sound by now, "Count me in for whoever wins." Even though he knew that he'd end up losing. Compared to Naruto and Kiba, his aim and precision were off by the long shot.