Title That Would Be The Question (or: I'm not drunk, you just think I am)
Rating T for drunken sillies (generous, I know. Drink responsibly, kids!)
Summary Interesting conversations happen when the mednin's drunk.
Comments If it weren't for Lady Silvamord's awesomeness, this wouldn't have happened. Xd So, I give her much love. And I am reminded why I stopped trying to upload fics here. Having to recode everything is a nightmare. Not sure if this is just a one-shot, it feels like there should be more to it, but I'm not sure.

"Guys?" Her voice was muffled slightly as she had her hands covering her face. She was peeking out between her fingers with befuddled curiosity as she wiggled her toes. The polish she was wearing for the evening was a pleasant shade of mint green.

"What is it Sakura?" Neji was nursing his plum wine, his eyes hooded in vague amusement as he watched her.

"I can't feel my toes." A giggle escaped the mednin, who then folded her arms on the bar and buried her face in them, but he saw the grin that announced that Haruno Sakura was completely plastered. "It tingles all over."

"I think you've had enough to drink." His smirk as he sipped his wine was met with an incredulous eyebrow raised as she peered at him over her arm. Sitting up again, Sakura took a deep breath before pointing at him in a rather dramatic fashion.

"Lies." She sniffed haughtily, cracking one eye open, the jade color was foggy as she pinned him with her hazy stare. "I can drink more than this an' still be coherent."

"I'm sure." He couldn't help but chuckle at her expression. "But I should say that I don't think that would be a good decision on your part."

"Pfft!" She blew her bangs out of her eyes, propping her chin in her hand as she poked him, stroking the fabric of his sleeve. "You're just mad 'cause I can drink you under the table." She was rewarded with another faint chuckle and he shook his head.

"I won't deny it that you could, but that's hardly the reason I'd advise against it."

"Oh?" Sakura managed to combine a smirk and a pout, which was a rather fetching combination. Shaking his head a little to clear it, Neji blamed the alcohol for the momentary lapse. She was leaning towards him, watching him from behind a fringe of pink.

"Mmm." He took another drink, then nodded his head towards a small group that was eyeing the drunk medic appraisingly. "You attract quite a bit of attention when you drink."

Sakura glanced over at the group in question and snorted dismissively. "Eh, I could take 'em. 'sides, they're not my type."

"Oh really." His eyebrows crept towards his hairline as she nodded sagely. "And what, praytell, would your type be?"

He was definitely blaming the alcohol for that question. But Sakura just smiled coyly at him before reaching over to play with a strand of his hair. At one point her head was resting on his shoulder, but before he could extract himself she was tugging playfully on his bangs. Her smirk widened as she met his gaze. "Wouldn't you like to know."

A/N: Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. Comments and crits are always welcomed.