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An evening of alcohol
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puppypileWho: Hana and Iruka
When: January 17th
Where: A bar in Konoha
Hana was hardly ever out of some variation of uniform outside her own clan's compound. Going out for drinks seemed as good a time as any to wear civilian clothes. Hana stuck to very simple black fitted pants and a low-cut red shirt. Clothes just as comfortable as her uniform, and heavens forbid she dress in anything other than a medic's uniform that didn't bare a fair amount of cleavage. People would think she was a henge'ed imposter. Her grudging concession to the cold was a heavy jacket that would come off the second she got inside.
Konoha hardly ever had winters like this. Hana was sick of the cold, though the snow had been fun for awhile. Certainly the Haimaru brothers still liked it. Hana chuckled as Mikai tackled Baishi into a snowdrift at the edge of the street. "C'mon, boys," she teased, "we're already pushing our luck by making them let dogs in. Let's not have wet, smelly dogs." Indignant barks greeted this comment, and it was Hana's turn to be sent tumbling into a snowbank. By now they'd reached the bar. Anyone passing, entering, or exiting would get a view of a kunoichi lying on the ground, laughing for no apparent reason. The three dogs crowded around Hana with their tongues lolling out of their mouths in satisfaction.
...Usually the patrons falling down outside a bar were already drunk. Not Hana. "Not fair," she complained once her laughter wound down and she went about fishing herself out of the snow. On second thought, Hana made an impromptu snow angel before getting to her feet. "Three against one."
When: January 17th
Where: A bar in Konoha
Hana was hardly ever out of some variation of uniform outside her own clan's compound. Going out for drinks seemed as good a time as any to wear civilian clothes. Hana stuck to very simple black fitted pants and a low-cut red shirt. Clothes just as comfortable as her uniform, and heavens forbid she dress in anything other than a medic's uniform that didn't bare a fair amount of cleavage. People would think she was a henge'ed imposter. Her grudging concession to the cold was a heavy jacket that would come off the second she got inside.
Konoha hardly ever had winters like this. Hana was sick of the cold, though the snow had been fun for awhile. Certainly the Haimaru brothers still liked it. Hana chuckled as Mikai tackled Baishi into a snowdrift at the edge of the street. "C'mon, boys," she teased, "we're already pushing our luck by making them let dogs in. Let's not have wet, smelly dogs." Indignant barks greeted this comment, and it was Hana's turn to be sent tumbling into a snowbank. By now they'd reached the bar. Anyone passing, entering, or exiting would get a view of a kunoichi lying on the ground, laughing for no apparent reason. The three dogs crowded around Hana with their tongues lolling out of their mouths in satisfaction.
...Usually the patrons falling down outside a bar were already drunk. Not Hana. "Not fair," she complained once her laughter wound down and she went about fishing herself out of the snow. On second thought, Hana made an impromptu snow angel before getting to her feet. "Three against one."
