| [Apr. 8th, 2017|11:16 pm] |
Well that wasn’t what Ginta’d been expecting. He shrugged and eased himself out of the booth. “Why not? If I can’t have metaphorical crêpes tonight, I’ll take real ones.” He pulled his wallet out. “Let me settle up.”
Genma and Raidou both made grabs for their wallets, too, but Ginta waved them off. “I told you the sake was on me.”
“We had a lot more than just sake,” Genma said.
“Next time Team Six goes out drinking, invite me, and I’ll let you pay for food afterwards.”
Raidou gave Ginta a considering look, then nodded and put his wallet away. “Deal.”
“It’s nice to have rich friends,” Ryouma told Kakashi, in what he probably thought was a whisper, but could be heard by half the bar. A few of the old civilians at the bar sniggered.
Genma put his wallet away, too, and turned to lead the way out of the bar. Once they were all outside under the street lamps and open air, he seemed a little more sober. Only a little, but enough Ginta wasn’t worried about him getting himself home safely by any stretch.
Ginta gave him a friendly pat between the shoulder blades. “Try not to get lost on your way home.”
“Try not to be inappropriate with any pastries,” Genma replied, laughing at his own joke.
“I’ll chaperone,” said Kurenai. Kakashi and Ryouma broke into fresh giggles, riffing on the sex-with-foodstuffs idea between themselves. She eyed Raidou and the not-so-subtle rookies with a smile that wasn’t really rueful, but wasn’t entirely satisfied, either. “You’re still doing the same?”
Raidou glanced at the rookies, then echoed her smile. “For tonight.”
Well there you go. He still had a hand on Genma’s elbow, Ginta noted. Those odds were all going to need recalculating.
“I’m staying at my friend’s,” Genma said. “We can walk as far as the plaza outside the Hokage’s palace together.”
“I thought you were getting a new place,” Ginta said.
“I am. Next week.” Genma grinned.
“Our crêpes are in the opposite direction,” Ginta said. He linked an arm through Kurenai’s. “Be safe, have fun, and don’t blame it on me when you’re all miserable at your practice tomorrow.”
“What’s your team doing?” Genma asked.
“Training.” Ginta grinned with devious delight. “At 0900. That’ll give Usagi plenty of time to get home and change clothes. If she shows at all.”
Genma threw his head back and laughed. His hair finally slipped the rest of the way out of its twist and cascaded around his shoulders. The light of the izakaya’s lantern reflected red on the unbound strands.
Kurenai looked at Genma — sex on a stick in that tight shirt — and Namiashi ‘Beefcake’ Raidou. Then she sighed lightly, shook her head, and tugged Ginta away from temptation. When they were well out of earshot, she asked, “Is that noble idiocy, or just idiocy?”
“Raidou turning you down, or you not waiting until the rookies were gone to try again for that three-way?” Ginta asked cheerfully. “They were both into you, you know. And definitely into each other.”
Kurenai snorted inelegantly. “Not enough to actually make a move. Did you notice they kept pulling back from each other? They did that when they were dancing, too.” She considered it, drumming manicured nails against her thigh as they walked. “It might be noble if they were trying to set a good example for the rookies, but— What happened with you and Tousaki and Kakashi?”
“Tousaki and I were having a very enjoyable time dancing together. Your boy Kakashi has some real jealousy issues. He came over and glared at me like I was trying to take Tousaki’s virtue. Which I was but not without enthusiastic consent.” Ginta slowed down to check out his reflection in a shop window and smooth down his hair. “So I think it was a ‘stop making moves on my man’ kind of situation.”
Fascinated, Kurenai said, “But he wasn’t bothered at all when Tousaki was dancing with Usagi. You must exude some special aura of danger. Maybe it’s pheromones.”
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