Iz and I are collabing. And have been since we were both in Asia, bored out of our minds. So yeah, this will be interesting.

For Andrea, who is the soda to our alkie. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DRIZZLE-FACE!
(Um, also, this fic is only like 15 minutes late, and in our time, not yours.)

Oh, and we don't own anything someone else does.

Rum and Coke

RameniFIED: what a night

Bombshellxblondie: def. can't believe some of the shit that happened.

RameniFIED: i bet sakura cant either, hehehe

Bombshellxblondie: fuck, my head hurts.

Bombshellxblondie: i never thought she would have the balls to do that tho. like, srsly.

RameniFIED: she was drunk, tho...

Bombshellxblondie: i don't think i'd do that even if i WAS that drunk. okay, actually, i would, but that's not the point. but she's just not the type. at ALL

RameniFIED: i cant say i minded, tho. it was kinda hot.

RameniFIED: u wanna give it a try next time?

Bombshellxblondie: it'll take more than some vodka tonics and beer pong to make me do that.

Bombshellxblondie: if you wanna see that coming from me, you'll need to find some ecstasy or some shit too.

RameniFIED: if that's what it takes

RameniFIED: have you talked to her today?

Bombshellxblondie: you are not helping my hangover.

Bombshellxblondie: and no. she's prob. hiding from embarrassment if she has any idea what she did last night.

Bombshellxblondie: that party was totally wicked now that i think about it. omg, i'm so glad i went.

RameniFIED: so am i

RameniFIED: i bet sasuke is too, even if he won't admit it

Bombshellxblondie: who, hot boy?

RameniFIED: way to hit a guy where it hurts, but yeah

Bombshellxblondie: oh plz, not everyone's like you.

RameniFIED: please. no guy can not be turned on when some random girl strolls up to suck face with his GIRLFRIEND

Bombshellxblondie: especially if it's HARUNO SAKURA, right?

When Sakura woke up, she was still in grimy, one-night-old party clothing. Her makeup was halfway crumbling off her face, and she had fallen asleep wearing her favorite pair of (totally amazing) leather boots. Her hair had fallen from the cool updo it had been set in last night into a large fuzzball, and her teeth felt furry (eww). She looked like hell had just projectile vomited on her and then laughed obnoxiously in her face.

Her appearance wasn't really bothering her though, and neither was the fact that a face seemed to be imprinted into her pillow because she neglected to remove her lipstick, mascara, eyeliner, and foundation. The thing that was irritating Sakura the most was the fact that her head felt like it was about to explode -- but that wasn't even enough to cover the feeling her brain seemed to be going through. Rather, Sakura felt as if her pretty little pink head was being stomped on by a parade of rabid dinosaurs. Rabid dinosaurs with cleats on. Really, really, really sharp cleats on.

She sat up, tried to throw her legs over the side of the bed, and ended up lying on the floor instead. She groaned, her headache now throbbing past the point of a migraine, and squeezed her eyes shut as the sun chose that moment to peek out of the clouds and through her blinds. Damn sun.

"Will somebody close the goddamn blinds?" she snapped to the empty apartment, burying her nose in her soft cream carpet. When no one answered, she cursed, made an attempt to stand up, failed, and plopped back down again.

She was getting nowhere. Time to call the Hangover Queen, she decided, hitting number two on her cell phone.

"What a coincidence! Naruto and I were just talking about you," Ino said in a sappy-sweet tone she saved only for her best mocking. "Trying to pull a Katy Perry, are we, Sakura?"

"Ino, I -- hey -- wait...huh?" Sakura finished lamely, gaping at the phone with her mouth open. "What are you talking about, Pig? Isn't she the singer for that one song?"

"Which song?" Ino asked wickedly. Sakura could just see her on the other end of the line, twisting a lock of platinum hair around her index finger, lips curled back into a smirk.

Sakura racked her brains for the song title. "I...Kissed a Girl?"

"The whole town knows that by now, Sakura. The question is--" Ino paused dramatically, and Sakura suddenly regretted calling her so-called best friend in the world--"Did you like it?"

Sakura's brain had exploded, leaked out the ears, and leaked all over her EnV. Or at least, she imagined it had, since she couldn't really understand anything except that her hands were wet - sweaty with panic, she realized vaguely.

That was... so not her. She had been the kid to hide comic books inside her textbooks, and dress up as Batman for Halloween that one year! She had kissed all of four boys in her life, and one had been Naruto, who didn't count. She didn't dodrunken scandals.

And she didn't kiss girls!Of course, as Ino informed her once she noticed her breathing getting shallow, "I think you were aiming for her boyfriend, if it's any consolation."

NO, THAT WASN'T ANY CONSOLATION. Sakura fumed as she stuttered (again) to try to find words. "Why didn't -- how come -- this girl...uh, boy, uh, person -- why didn't you stop me?!" she wailed her phone.

"It wasn't really my job to do that," Ino stated simply. "Don't freak out Sakura, it'll blow over soon."

"Not really your JOB?" Sakura screeched in disbelief. "WHAT KIND OF BEST FRIEND ARE YOU?"

Ino sighed in exasperation. "I tried. Once. To stop you, that is. But I guess you had one too many rum and cokes, 'cause you kinda just...laughed a little and wiggled out of my grasp." She shrugged. "It's okay though, don't worry. Oh, and you made the grossest snorting noises when you laughed last night. Is that something that only happens when you're full out drunk?"

"I probably learned it from you, you boar," she said acidly. She hoped Ino was scared, but she only laughed.

"He was really cute, too. Pity you embarassed yourself." She sighed, then brightened. "So, what's up? Hung over, aren't you? Want me to come over?"

"No. Don't speak to me ever again," Sakura said through gritted teeth. "You suck on fifty levels and I hate you. I'm going back to bed, and never coming out of my hellhole of an apartment except to buy black clothing."

"Don't buy too much black! It makes you look gaunt and pasty!" Ino chirped into the phone. "Take some Advil when you wake up, drink some fluids, and throw up in the toilet. Love you byeeeeee!" She disconnected the line with a smile.

Sakura hung up and shimmied out of her party clothes, slipping into her most comfy pair of pajamas, before promptly diving back into her covers. Ignoring the cosmetic face on her pillow, she groaned loudly into it.

So she was hungover. She felt like shit. Rum and coke was a lot stronger than she thought it was. She may or may not be failing British Literature 102. Oh, and she kissed some random hot guy's girlfriend. And she didn't even remember doing it.

She was seemingly at rock bottom, but why did she feel like things were going to get SO much worse?

RameniFIED: yo, ino. GUESS WHAT

Bombshellxblondie: yo, naruto. WHAT?

RameniFIED: you have to guess!

RameniFIED: here's a hint: sakura-chan will LOVE this

Bombshellxblondie: you're moving to siberia? oh, uh, i mean, you got a haircut?

RameniFIED: you wound me

RameniFIED: no, i'm trying to grow it out to piss off my dad

Bombshellxblondie: that hurt you? my life is complete now.

Bombshellxblondie: idc about your hair. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO BE GUESSING?

RameniFIED: it's a good thing ur so hot, cuz ur an idiot

RameniFIED: sasuke! he's moving in with me for the summer!

Bombshellxblondie: excuse me, i'm very smart, kk?

Bombshellxblondie: sas...uke...like...sasuke from the party? like...OMG SASUKE WHOSE GIRLFRIEND SAKURA KISSED?

RameniFIED: that'd be himm. so you two come here in about an hour, and we'll sit back and watch the fireworks

RameniFIED: i got a new loveseat for the occasion. wink wink, nudge nudge

Bombshellxblondie: sakura's going to KILL you.

Bombshellxblondie: (but fireworks sound nice. ok, i'll tell her.)

"Ino, why are we here?" Sakura knew she was whining, she just didn't really care. She had a headache, dammit, and she figured she deserved at least one day to rot in her apartment with her shame. But Ino appeared to have other plans.

"Don'tcha wanna visit your good friend Naruto?" Ino asked sarcastically. She gripped the leather handles of her purse, securing it closer to her body. "We're just gonna go over and see some fireworks, nothing big."

Sakura snorted. Like she'd believe THAT for one moment. Yesterday, Ino had said the two of them were going to visit her old grandmother, but instead they had gone out and gotten totally wasted. And then Sakura had committed the sin-who-must-not-be-named.

"C'mon, tell the truth, Inoooo," Sakura complained a bit more, pouting as she trudged along next to her friend en route to Naruto's grungy apartment.

When Ino chose to remain silent, Sakura swore under her breath, rolling her eyes. "Ahh, you're such a loser."

"Thank you," Ino responded dryly. "I try."

"So, when are the fireworks?" Sakura asked as soon as she crossed the threshold to Naruto's apartment.

"If I didn't know better, Sakura-chan, I'd think you didn't want to be here!" Naruto said with a roguish grin, leaning against the door as she and Ino set down their bags on the couch.

"Good thing you don't know better," she said. She took off her sunglasses and peered around the room curiously. They were boxes stacked in the hallway leading to Naruto's bedroom. What were they for? she wondered, not noticing Ino's sly gaze on her.

"Hey, Naruto?" Ino said loudly, "Are you moving out?"

"Nah," Naruto replied in the same loud voice. "My best friend's moving in."

"Oh, really?" Sakura asked, standing in front of the entrance to the living room, where she could look down the hall to Naruto's room, out of which voices were drifting. "Who?"

It was fate's cruelest joke that, just as Sakura was forgetting her humiliation in her curiosity, the door opened and a vaguely familiar, entirely gorgeous man stepped out. He was holding a cell phone in his hand, ruffling jet-black hair out of irritation, and - what Sakura found cutest - was barefoot. When he glanced at her with narrowed eyes, she felt her breath catch - she had always been a romantic, after all.

Unfortunately, just as she was about to blunder her way into a very bad first impression, the other boy's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I know you."

Dumbfounded, Sakura said, "You do?"

"Yeah." He was smiling a bit - more smirking, really, but like he was amused. Sakura felt Naruto and Ino watching their interaction from behind her with greedy eyes, and wondered why she felt like she had just walked into a trap. "I'm Sasuke, and I think you're the girl that kissed my girlfriend."

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