A/N:
This story is rated M mainly due to the last chapter's contents.

"Cut!" the director exclaimed.

Sasuke eased his hold of the actress in his arms and turned to leave before anyone could bother him. He knew this director well, and when the director called "Cut!" to direct an actor or actress on set—or fix a problem—he would sure take his time. Sasuke was going to take advantage of the wasted time and aimed for his trailer. His career may be acting, but he still couldn't help his antisocial behavior. Despite this personality defect, his popularity was great, the demand for him high. He was an A-list actor, and he knew as long as he kept acting, barrels of money would never cease to come his way. He would make sure of it.

Kakashi Hatake, with silver hair and a mask to cover his nose and mouth, managed to block his entry to the trailer.

"What?" Sasuke said sternly, glaring at his manager.

"You've got to stop running off to your trailer every time the director says cut. You may have absorbed your role superbly and brought your character to life, but you still should stick around in case the director addresses any changes."

"If the director stops a scene, it wouldn't be because of me."

"Well sure, rarely it would be because of you, but your reputation won't get any better if you isolate yourself every chance you get—"

"I've already heard your lecture a thousand times. Can you move now?"

"I will stop only when you finally listen to me."

"Fine." Sasuke broodingly stuffed his hands in his pockets, turned, and walked back to the director who was coaching the actress. "How boring," he muttered beneath his breath.

Click! Click! "And one morrrre." Click! "Great! A big success," the photographer proclaimed, checking the screen of his DSLR to look over his last photo. "What a violet jezebel," he complimented, his eyes gleaming. Oh how he loved his job! The youth! After viewing it, he shut his camera off and turned his attention to his model. "Thank you very much dear Hinata," he extended his arm.

"Ah, thank you Mr. Lee." She shook his hand, briefly bowing as well, before he brought the back of her palm to his lips.

"That will be enough now Gai," Hinata's manager, Tsunade, eyed the male.

Gai Might let go of Hinata's hand and sparkled to Tsunade as he said, "Oh Tsunade! I thank you for allowing me to work with this up-and-coming model a second time! Every photo she gives me is simply flawless! Since you had a successful supermodel career before, I bet she gets only the best of coaching!"

"Of course! Now get those photos edited and I'll expect copies by Monday morning before you send them to your magazine."

"Yes my lady!" Gai took Tsunade's hand, pecked it, and rushed away before Tsunade could stop him.

"Psh, what a fairy," Tsunade said lowly, lingering her stare as Gai strode away. She turned her attention to Hinata who was making her way towards her mentor. "Go get changed Hinata. You get a week of vacation as promised. But when you come back I expect you as you usually are, in tiptop condition. In the week you will be resting, I will be filling your schedule with promising shoots that will get you to the top. You've only just caught the attention of the people. But we need to make sure you make your place and stay there. Right?"

"Yes Miss Tsunade," Hinata said softly, looking down.

"I'll see you later. A car will be waiting for you outside to take you to your apartment. I gotta get going."

"Yes, thank you Miss Tsunade," she bowed before making her way to the changing room.

The minute Sasuke finished the last scene of the day, which just so happened to be the last shot to film for the movie, he rushed out. He said his quick goodbyes and thank yous sure, but that movie—as every movie does—took a toll on his free time and rest. So the moment he completed any project, he would enjoy every minute after before his manager gave him another movie deal. Closing the door to his apartment behind him, Sasuke kicked his shoes off, set his keys on the kitchen counter, and went to the refrigerator. Grabbing the beer that hid at the back of the bottom shelf, he popped the cap open with ease and took a swig. Alcohol can do no wrong. And he sure enjoyed his alcohol. Eased his annoyance of others as a matter of fact.

He turned to the living room that was just across from the kitchen. Locating the landline on the coffee table, he tapped a button to listen to his voicemail. Surprisingly he had as few as two voicemails to listen to. Normally, he would have a handful or more. One came from Naruto Uzumaki, his loud and cheerful best friend, who also happened to be one of his many annoyances. Naruto was asking him out for drinks. The other was from his pink-haired ex-girlfriend, who starred in a movie opposite him. That was how they met, but despite their mutual break-up, she still wanted to stay in touch, and even worse, "stay friends" if they could. He however had no intention of keeping contact with her and so did not care to ever reply to her calls. It's not that he grew to hate her, but more so that he just didn't see the benefit of her connection. He was the one that brought her from a newcomer to an Academy-award winner. He was the influencer, not the influenced.

Despite having already opened a new bottle of beer, he threw it back in the refrigerator and called his blonde-haired companion. "Hey, I'm up for it," was all he said before leaving his apartment and heading to their favored club spot.

"I… I don't know if I feel like it tonight Ino—"

"Please!" Ino repeated over the phone. "Come on Hinata! I know you aren't much of a drinker, or dancer, let-alone a club hopper, but they can be fun! You just haven't had the right experience yet."

"Yes well—"

"Hinata, I will be with you along with Sakura and Tenten. Even Tenten is willing to make an appearance!"

In the background, Tenten could be heard saying, "Way to make me sound like a hermit, Ino."

Ignoring her, Ino continued, "And now that you're on a short but well-deserved vacation, you should explore different places, see different sights!"

Hinata giggled at her friends exaggeration, "Um… okay, Ino. I will go for all of you. But—"

"But what?"

She could imagine Ino placing her hands on her hips, "I—I don't really have anything to wear for a… a club."

"Well don't worry! Come right over and aunty Ino will give you a gorgeous combination for you to wear!"

She exhaled, speaking softly, "Okay. I'll come over to your house in a few minutes."

Club 9 was a club known for its A-list celebrities that liked to walk-in like it's a local coffee shop. A popular place with upbeat music and colorful lights filling the large, dark room, Club 9 was Sasuke's go-to club for when he just wanted to relax, listen to some music and have some beer, not that he couldn't do the same in his own home of course. But the difference between his home and this club was the hot girls that were scattered all around. Since the club was a favorite among the wealthy, it would only take beautiful people. Vain, but a harsh truth nevertheless.

The minute he arrived, he went straight to the bouncer at the door. Being the well-known celebrity that he is, the bouncer only had to look at his face before allowing Sasuke entry. Ignoring the screams of adoring fans waiting outside the club, he made his way through the black entrance hall that led to the large dance floor. At the back of the club were separated, private rooms for celebrities that would want to sit and take a break. He found booth 6, and joined Naruto, who had brought two more friends of theirs with him, Shikamaru and Neji.

"Hey," Sasuke greeted as he found a seat next to the rambunctious blonde.

The other three greeted back before Naruto cut in, "So you're officially done with your movie now right?"

Naruto is another A-list actor, having had aspired to become one of the most memorable ones since he was a young boy. However, the rest of the group of four, Shikamaru and Neji, are not actors. Shikamaru is a producer. Despite constantly complaining about his job, Shikamaru's reason for choosing to become a producer was because "no one else would do it right." Neji on the other hand is a cameraman. He has been the director of photography for a couple critically acclaimed movies thus far.

"Yeah," replied Sasuke, "Before I left the set, I made sure Kakashi would give me more time to relax."

"And what did he say?" Neji asked.

"Since I'm the best actor under him, he gave me a week of freedom."

"Only a week?" Shikamaru piped in, "Damn. That's like nothing."

"Yeah well he said after the week is over, the only thing I will be doing is a few photoshoots here and there and maybe some TV time to promote the movie."

"Already?" Shikamaru asked. "Isn't it a little early to promote it? It still needs to be edited after all."

Sasuke shrugged, "I guess the TV stations will keep the recording till the time is right." Sasuke took Naruto's martini glass and drank the last of its contents.

"Hey!" Naruto grabbed for his glass. "Awww, you even ate the olive."

"Here," Sasuke took the toothpick that originally held the olive from between his lips and threw it in the cup.

"Go get me a new one!" Naruto barked.

"Sorry, I don't listen to idiots."

"What!?"

"Shut up you two. I'll get more drinks." Neji interrupted, leaving the booth in the process.

"Perfect!"

Hinata blushed at the sight of her in the mirror. She knew Ino dressed lightly but she didn't think Ino owned a too low-cut, too short lavender mini-dress. No matter how many times Hinata adjusted the hem of the dress to cover more of her overly exposed legs, the dress always managed to move up but stopped to cover just enough of her… her personals. The same went for the collar of the dress, or lack thereof. Her dad would never let her leave the house if he saw her right now.

"Umm…"

"Hinata, you look gorgeous!" complimented Sakura.

"Yeah, Hinata, you can really pull these looks off," Tenten added.

Hinata shyly replied, "T—Thanks."

Ino walked out of her bathroom after having completed her makeup, "Okay, now let's get going!"

The girls walked into Club 9 with no problem. Not only were they pretty enough, but they were celebrities themselves. Well, three of the four were. Hinata being a rising model, Sakura having won an Academy award as an actress (though, has only taken smaller roles as of recently to allow more personal time for herself), Ino being a known model (having been the one that influenced Hinata to go the same route), and Tenten being close family friends to the Hyuuga family. She went to school with Hinata's cousin Neji, and that was how Tenten came to meet Hinata. Despite learning similar subjects to Neji, she eventually dropped her major and opted for a more management-based career. She dreams of owning her own bar one day.

After being escorted to their booth, the girls made themselves comfortable on the cushioned seats. Hinata on one end, sitting next to Sakura, who sat next to Ino who was on Tenten's right, Tenten occupying the other end of the booth.

"I'll get drinks. Who wants what?" Tenten offered, still standing.

"I'm alright with water." Hinata answered.

"Oh! I want a piña colada." Sakura piped in.

"Make that two!" Ino added, but after, leaned closer to Tenten and covered her mouth so that Hinata couldn't make out what she was about to say next, "Get Hinata an alcoholic red apple martini."

Tenten smiled, looking back at Hinata, "Gotcha."

Hinata, who was distracted by the large crowd of moving bodies on the dance floor, unconsciously began nodding her head lightly to the booming music.

"So," Ino started, turning to Sakura after Tenten left to obtain their drinks.

"So, what?" Sakura looked back at her, knowing just what Ino was going to bring up.

"Has he called yet?"

Sakura knew whom Ino was referring to. Shrugging her shoulders, she replied, "I left him a couple voicemails so far but it doesn't seem he cares to answer."

"Maybe he was too busy with his movie. You know, since that can take a lot out of you apparently—"

"Yes. It can." Sakura took her drink the moment Tenten arrived and gave it a sip.

After everyone took their drinks, Ino raising her drink briefly with a quick smile to a confused Hinata who was analyzing the red-filled glass handed to her, Tenten began, "What are you guys talking abo—"

"For your information, Ino-pig, actors do all kinds of things unlike models who just stand still in front of the camera."

"Hey, don't go comparing jobs again, Forehead. He just doesn't seem like the type to be so busy that he'd ignore people's calls that's all."

"Who?" Tenten tried again.

"Her ex," Ino informed Tenten quickly, but turning her attention right back to Sakura, "Look, yeah he is a great actor, but come on! You guys went out for what? A year? A little more than that? And just because you two broke it off, he decides to cut off all connection? What if you guys have to work with each other again! Won't that get awkward?"

"I know, I know already." Sakura exhaled a large breath. "But I can't make him talk to me. It's up to him. And if he doesn't want to reply to me then… then whatever. I don't need his moody attitude."

"There you go, Sakura," Tenten piped in, finally able to follow along the conversation. "He may be cute, I'll give him that, but he doesn't seem like a keeper to me at all." Turning to Hinata, knowing she'll catch her by surprise, she asks, "Right, Hinata?"

Hinata, who just managed to take a quick gulp of the apple martini, coughed.

Her friends laughed.

"Hinata, if you don't want to drink it then you should at least go and dance." Sakura nudged Hinata's arm.

"Yeah," Ino smiled, "I know you've been eyeing the crowd, and hey! Alcohol helps loosen you up. Drink some and then let's go dance."

"Umm…" Hinata's cheeks turned pink as she looked down, "No, it's alright. I—I don't mind just listening to the music from here." She fiddled with the neck of her glass.

"Come on, Hinata!" Tenten encouraged, "We'll all go. I'm not much of a dancer but if it's with you guys then I think I'll be okay."

"Aww Tenten, how darling of you," Ino held her hands to her chest.

"Unless she's calling us just-as-bad dancers," Sakura smiled.

"Shut up, you guys," Tenten chuckled. "Now come on, let's go." She waved her hand for them to leave the booth.

"Uh—" Hinata tried again.

Ino stopped her from making another excuse, "We'll make you drink a shot of vodka if you don't at least dance to one song with us."

Hinata, thinking about how purely alcoholic the vodka would taste, unconsciously answered back by sliding her glass further away from her.

"Okay it's settled. Let's go!" Tenten got up, walked to the other side of the booth and helped Hinata to her feet.

"Um… okay." Hinata still tried to hold some form of modesty as she once again tugged down on the hem of her dress.

"But drink some more of your drink first," Ino pointed to the apple martini.

Hinata's lips made a thin line as she stared hesitatingly at her glass, and slowly reached for it.

"Hey let's go to the floor. I've been itching to come here the past two weeks!" Naruto urged.

"I'll pass." Shikamaru played with his empty glass.

Naruto leaned forward to look at the brunette boy sitting on the opposite end of Shikamaru, "Neji?"

"No."

"Oh come on!"

"I don't dance Naruto. You know this."

"Ugh! But!" Hoping he'll have at least one companion join him, his last hopes were with Sasuke, "Teme?"

"I'm too tired."

"What! That's no excuse! Come on man! This isn't just my favorite place. It's yours too. You just finished a movie, let's unwind!"

"Well if you put it like that…"

Naruto looked on at Sasuke with expectant eyes and a hopeful smile.

"No."

"Fuck you!"

Shikamaru let out a brief snicker as Neji turned away.

"Fine, if you're that desperate. Just, let me finish my drink first," Sasuke finally gave in.

"Sweet!" Naruto threw a fist in the air.

The truth was, Sasuke too wanted to go out on the dance floor. All he needed was some liquor and he was ready to do his second favorite pastime: hook-up with hot girls. He took a large gulp of the rest of his drink and slammed the glass on the table. "Okay. Let's go."

The first song was successful for Hinata who was not used to dancing in a claustrophobic setting. Hot air and sweaty people all around, and a lot of touching. Nope, this was not the type of thing Hinata took on as a hobby. She would rather enjoy a novel in the quiet of her living quarters than be pushed and touched by sweaty strangers to loud music. At least I'm not alone, thought Hinata, glancing at her friends who were engrossed in the roaring rhythm beside her.

The four girls were dancing with each other in a close circle, moving their hips, laughing and enjoying their time. A small smile spread across Hinata's face. She was content to dance in such a place only if her friends were with her. Though, alcohol really did help ease the tension of such an atmosphere as well.

Sasuke casually made his way with Naruto to the edge of the crowd. Almost immediately after they left their booth, girls in skimpy clothing tried to grab their attention. Naruto had no problem with this. In fact, he normally liked to flirt back with the first girl that tried to cling to him. He liked any attention he got. But Sasuke preferred to be the one to pick a girl, and not the other way around. He ignored the advances of his admirers and looked through the crowd for a potential dance partner. Normally, the girl he chose was more than willing to grind on him. He didn't expect this day to be any different.

Surveying the large body mass quickly, he spotted a girl whose hair seemed violet against the array of colors the club's lights beamed. She looked like she was looking for someone. Whether it was her friends or a boyfriend, Sasuke didn't care. So he left Naruto behind—who was preoccupied with two girls—made his way to the girl he chose and fell smoothly behind her. He placed his hands on her hips. She tensed under his touch. He didn't expect her to turn around and apologize.

"What for?" He spoke close to her ear, against the ear-ringing music.

She bit her bottom lip, her cheeks heating up as her shyness took over. She could look anywhere but at his face. A stranger had touched her! She didn't know how to react. All she could recognize was the strong musky smell of his cologne. It was nice, almost intoxicating even, but it did nothing for her nerves.

Seeing that she was not going to give him a response, he came close to her ear again, placed a hand on her shoulder, and said words he normally never needed to say, "Let's dance."

Before she could answer his command, Hinata turned to look the other way, hoping to find the eyes of her friends for safety. Unfortunately, she had lost sight of them when they all decided to head to the bathroom. As the four of them were making their way out from the middle of the dance floor, Hinata had been pushed and shoved and ended up losing them. Despite making it out of the crowd in one piece, she was not familiar with the nightclub and therefore could not find the bathroom.

She didn't want to be rude and keep the man waiting, but she didn't know how to answer him. Not much of a dancer, she normally didn't talk to members of the opposite sex unless it was a necessity. She didn't think nor expect such an outcome to happen. And she is still keeping this guy waiting!

Seeing her long pause and wavering eyes, he didn't know what possessed him but he felt he had to say it, "It'll be fine." He wasn't going to be rejected.

Still not meeting his gaze, Hinata stared only at his dark short-sleeved shirt. She raised one finger to tell him she would only allow for one dance, and nodded lightly. She didn't really want to dance with a guy but because she was too hesitant on answering him, her guilt, with the help of alcohol, outweighed the foreign feeling of dancing close to a male. She never wants to disappoint anyone. She just couldn't handle the feeling of it. It was the worst thing she could think of.

Just one dance, huh? Sasuke thought, knowing what she meant by her finger. Sasuke linked behind her again, grabbing her waist. Despite her initial hesitance to dance with him, she lightly placed her fingers over his own. Her excuse was that she wanted to make sure his hands wouldn't roam anywhere else. Oh this…inviting dress! Hinata turned pink.

Even though he had never come across such a shy girl on the dance floor, and even though she had stopped him, he felt the need to dance with her. Her shyness was amusing. And he knew she wasn't shy because of who he was. After all, she could hardly look his direction. How refreshing.

They swayed to the rest of the song, which felt like forever to Hinata. Before she could give a small bow of thanks for the dance to the stranger, he closed their proximity with his lips brushing her ear. "Thanks for that," was all he said in an electrifying voice, before disappearing. Her face colored crimson. Something was pounding rapidly in her chest, and it wasn't the bass of the music.

To Be Continued

A/N:

Ta-da! How did I do? What part did you like? Please review!

My second attempt at SasuHina. I think up a lot of story ideas in my head and have a handful of SasuHina story ideas. This was one of them. I was motivated and inspired to write this when my sister was writing short stories for a friend, and I was motivated to write this story idea of mine because of another SasuHina fanfic on here that I found just recently.

I hate when I'm invested in an ongoing story and the author ends up never updating again. I don't want to be that person (that's why I try to stick to one-shots). But unfortunately, this became a failed attempt at a one-shot.

Anyway, another late night write-up! I wrote this late yesterday but edited and am uploading it late today, at 2:16AM. And I have classes in the morning... Well, thank you very much for reading!