Author's Note: Ummm OOOPS! Sorry this hasn't been updated in a century, major writer's block, school stuff, etc. Anywho, here's the story from Sasuke's point of view, hope you enjoy, and hopefully I'll be putting more stories up more often now, seeing as school is almost ending and I'm feel more creative, and have a lot more free time. If you have any ideas, feel free to tell me : )
DISCLAIMER: The show, manga, etc. Naruto doesn't and never will belong to me. Sadly.

The reality of Kabuto's insanely spur of the moment plan slowly sunk into the Uchiha's mind when he was dragged into a bar. Sure, he was the badest bad boy there ever was, leaving his village and all, but he'd never taken it to the extreme where he went out every night and got hammered, and he certainly wasn't going to start a destructive trend like that. Instead, he wrinkled he nose in displeasure, the heavy smell of sweat, smoke, and alcohol never the less deciding to seep in. Hopefully, he'd survive it through the night.

"Kabuto, why are we here?" I groaned again, unable to help myself. Every time this insane doctor attempted to answer me one thing sidetracked him after another. Girls, glasses, drinks, something that was just simply shiny in nature. Really, I don't know how he became a medic, and truthfully I don't think I ever want him to try and heal me. That old useless pink-haired teammate of mine seemed even half the usefulness of the Third Hokage himself compared to this drunkard!

Lost in my thought, I noticed that said drunkard's lips were moving and forming concrete words instead of repeating the mumbled grunts of his last answers. I would've been able to make out this reply, had I been paying enough attention. Instead I missed the whole thing, only ending up with a few fragments. Something about what else you did in a bar? Personally, I'd do nothing; but pointing this out seemed to be a poor idea at the moment, so instead I simply hnned and offered a silent prayer my reply would get him off my back for the rest of the night.

It didn't.

Not even a moment of peace to myself later, I found a small glass of a mysterious liquid being pressed into my face. Quickly flashes of my mother saying "don't take things from strangers" came to mind, but as much as I wished he were it was unfortunate that Kabuto was indeed not a stranger. So, with lack of a better judgment I accepted the drink, and studied it carefully.

"You're supposed to drink it." My eyes flickered up from the substance, glaring daggers at the medic for using that tone with me. I might have a better chance of escaping this weekend of Twister if I just ditched him right now, but I needed to prove myself. I was a man, and I sure wasn't going to put up with him spreading word that I wasn't . . . again.

So, for the second (and not last) time this evening I didn't listen to small ounce of common sense in my head. Disregarding my usual oath of silence I shoot back at him; "I know that!" As soon as the words left my lips I regretted them, but I knew I had to go through with it. Carefully I sipped at the liquid, trying to keep a straight face. Unfortunately, I instead found myself spitting the liquid back out, all over myself, and my thoughts escaped into words. "Gross!" I hissed, and before I could attempt the cover up my words, the medic my laughing. At me. I stared at him, flabbergasted for a moment before scoffing. Really, me? Kabuto had better thing to laugh at, like his stupid plan that got us here, or better yet his lack of a plan to get us out. After verbally informing him of this fact, I slammed the drink onto the bar and stormed off into the crowds.

Maybe after a little socializing, I'd manage to find a better place to go, and I could ditch the loser. At the time, however, I failed to note that that kind of thinking is what got me here in the first place; and this exact train of thought again shot me off into a different world of problems.

I don't quite understand how it happened, but somehow there was a girl sitting on my lap. No, I quickly concluded as my drunken eyes attempted to bring the figure into focus, she's dancing on my lap. I groaned, attempting to slide away from the female and bring my un-sober thoughts back together. I was an Uchiha, and I was being defeated. Well, not in the exact sense of the word, but somehow three girls had gotten me so plastered I could barely move. I considered that defeat, though it could be worse. At least Kabuto wasn't here to make fun of me.

Just as I finished regretting my previous encounter with the female race, music brought my attention to a stage to my left. At that very same moment, an attractive woman wove her way onto the stage, stirring up catcalls from male members of the crowd, and somehow those members included myself. "Hey hottie, why don't you – wait." I started to holler, my words slurred and my mind still foggy. Then, I figured it out, and I felt the alcohol shoot back up my throat as I doubled over to throw up.

I had just called Kabuto a hottie.

Groaning I leaned back, now feeling very sick instead of fuzzy. At a rapid rate, my mind began to sober its self up, bringing back all the memories of today's events. "Kabuto!" I shouted in anger, finally remembering where I was and who landed me here. The very same jerk - thought my drunken mind disagreed with the fact that he was a jerk, but I pushed those thoughts back swiftly – who was making me doubt my sexuality. Then, the same man ran towards the edge of the stage, jumped, and flew over the crowd.

I had just enough time to let out a few swears before Kabuto sailed into me, sending us both sailing backwards. If that wasn't bad enough, the idiot was drunk enough to not land properly and support himself, resulting in his head smashing off mine. Groaning, I held my head, and drop it slowly onto the ground behind me.

"I'm going to kill him." I hissed to myself, fighting against the now more distinct mental fogginess. Then, just as quickly as quickly I had found myself in this situation I was out of it; blacked out on the ground with an equally unconscious Kabuto lying on top of me.

Author's Note Again: Well, Sasuke isn't as much fun to write as, sooo sorry he wasn't as funny ! It's a tad hard to get him too out of character for some reason. Anyways, the next chapter will most likely conclude the story – and if anyone has any amazing suggestions for the ending, let me know! : )