Raidou hooked his thumbs into his back pockets, walking straight-backed as he enjoyed the brush of cool night air after all the heat. He fell into step at Genma's elbow, content to let his friend lead the way. People split around them; mostly civilians enjoying Konoha's nightlife, but a few walked with the easy grace of a shinobi. He nodded at one or two, occasionally recognizing an ANBU wolf cutting through the sheep.

"Not sure I want to get that drunk," he admitted. "It tends to go badly." His lips curved a wry smile. "And I've been banned from enough places that I want to treasure the ones still open to me." He regarded the flash of lights in the distance, the greater mill of crowds. "Of course, with any luck, I might manage something spectacular, and you'll give up on this getting me to dance idea."