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27 January 2008 @ 02:19 am
girl tiem. get with it.  
Who: Ino and Temari omfg bff~
What: BFF The girls catch up. Mentions of murdering a certain lazy asshole and parents.
Where: The same should have been tea coffee/tea shop where the girls met.
When: January 27, 2008.
Warnings: Maybe Temari’s potty little mouth cussing out a certain lazy bum.
Open: NO. GTFO.


Thankfully, the coffee/tea shop where Temari was going to (eventually) spill her guts to her (sort of) friend Ino was pretty much empty as she stepped in, removing the scarf from around her neck as she took a seat at the farthest table, away from any would-be eavesdroppers.

As she waited, she ordered something, though she had no idea what. Her fingers drummed on the cup as her teal eyes were fixed on the door, anxiety beginning to control her every movement. She was never usually this antsy or jumpy, but she wasn’t usually telling anyone about her personal sex life.

Of course, she thought dryly, sipping at her cup of—was if coffee?—whatever, I don’t usually sleep with coworkers.

She shivered at the thought. What had she been thinking? Actually, she knew exactly what she’d been thinking, and that as drunk as she had been, most of those thoughts had formed without the help of any alcohol. So she was stuck hating herself, hating him, hating what had transpired between them, and trying to fight the need to see him all the time, to know if he said anything, to know if—

What? Temari didn’t really want to think about it. No. She wanted nothing to do with any potential feelings of attraction. Just… no.

Finally, the tinkle of the door as it opened brought her attention back to the door, and she sighed with relief, her fingers pausing in their drumming.
 
 
 
yamanaka ino: i tell no lies ||efflore on January 28th, 2008 06:56 am (UTC)
When Ino entered the room, a stream of light flooded into the dimly lit coffee/tea shop. Naturally, she stood out in her thin, white sweater dress and thick blonde hair, though there was a sense of agitation in her appearance. Had she looked at herself in retrospect, she would have tsk'ed at the split-ends, the slight slouch, and the uneven tone of rushed makeup, especially under the eyes...

(She let that go for today. Her attention to appearance was far sharper than others' anyway.)

She found Temari easily enough in the farthest corner of the shop. She seemed to be sulking and not enjoying her drink. Ino grinned.

"Hey," she said, approaching the table and raising an eyebrow. "You look happy."

[OOC: Yeah, really short... I figured that this was going to be dialogue-heavy anyway. Is that okay?]
Sabaku no Temariangry_breeze on January 28th, 2008 07:23 am (UTC)
“Ecstatic,” Temari mumbled sarcastically in reply, glancing up briefly to acknowledge the younger blonde. How she always managed to look decent in a rush was beyond Temari, but she didn’t dwell on it too much, either. They were here to talk about… to talk about her. And her problem with a certain lazy jackass.

“Look.” Temari racked her brain for something else to say, but found she was undeniably stuck. There was no way to begin this. She wanted to tell someone about just how crazy the situation was (honestly, Temari had no idea how to deal with this; she’d slept with enough guys, but she never had to see them every single day, let alone work with them). She just had no idea how.

[OOC: You know it's okay. XDD And so... CUE DA DIALOGUE.]
yamanaka ino: buns are always classic ||efflore on January 28th, 2008 07:34 am (UTC)
Ino slid down in the chair in front of her, waiting for Temari to speak. But after a few moments of awkward silence on Temari's end and expectant staring on hers, Ino folded her arms in an exasperated sigh.

"Just spill it out already. It's guy problems, isn't it? So what exactly did you do? Couldn't have been any worse than anything I've done."

And, not wanting to offend Temari, she thoughtfully added, "And I've done a lot."
Sabaku no Temariangry_breeze on January 28th, 2008 07:47 am (UTC)
Guy problems. Temari wanted to laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of it all. When had Temari, of all people, ever have guy problems? She wasn’t exactly pretty, but she managed to attract the attention of enough men to keep her entertained. And while she didn’t really need any men (they were far more worthless than women gave them credit for), she always knew just hot to deal with them. She knew enough about flirting, knew the right way to cock her head or lick her lips or ask for a drink or walk past them. But problems with them? Maybe a stalker or two, but never on her part.

“You make it sound so easy.” She began drumming her fingers again, this time on the table. There was another long, awkward pause, and then, “I think I did something incredibly stupid. And not just stupid. I mean, really fucking stupid. The kind of stupid where you end up quitting your job because… because it was that stupid.” She buried her head in her hands, shaking them. “What was I thinking?” And there she went, down the same trail of thought that made her want to maim someone violently. Preferably the source of all the irritation and problems.
yamanaka ino: the little black dress ||efflore on January 28th, 2008 08:20 am (UTC)
Ino had leaned in and was intently listening for the words "pregnant" or "abortion" but when Temari suddenly mentioned her job in jeopardy—

"Ohhhh." A genuinely concerned look dawned on her face. She hesitated, unsure if Temari was going to continue, and then said with a hint of incredulousness, "You didn't sleep with someone at the office, did you?"

Ino wasn't new to work-related romances, having been surrounded by Adonistic male models for most of her career, but it was usually a quick, clean affair like popping open a jar of unused foundation, and nothing like the messy goop of drama Temari was about to drop on her.

(Contrary to public opinion, Ino didn't like mess [or at least, when it concerned her and a significant other,] ...)

Ino probed again. "Well, did you?"
Sabaku no Temariangry_breeze on January 28th, 2008 08:29 am (UTC)
Temari had no idea why she was telling Ino, except perhaps because she had no one else to go ballistic on, besides the Problem himself, and he was either avoiding her or… or something. And while she would, normally, have been perfectly fine with pretending it never happened, something about completely ignoring the matter made her think about it all the much more.

She looked up; not having realized her eyes had strayed to stare at the remains of her drink, she furrowed her brows. “What do you think?” she snapped. She would have apologized, but she wasn’t that nervous to completely forget who she was. But she did lower her gaze again.

Was this how normal girls felt? All weird and retarded about things like feelings? Temari had a sneaking suspicion she wasn’t going to like this “acting like a girl” deal one bit.
yamanaka ino: pink ♥ ||efflore on January 28th, 2008 08:49 am (UTC)
Ino would have let out an indignant snort, had she not trained herself out of that unladylike habit years ago, but the expression was all the same. "Sorry, I didn't want to assume anything." She heaved a sigh again, ignoring Temari's acidity. It would have been impossible to play nice and courteous if she were in the same situation, judging from Temari's angry stare into her drink.

"But I'm guessing that it was a co-worker and not your boss, right?" she mused aloud (and then mumbled, "because that would be disastrous.") She leaned on her hand, mentally running a systematic list of men through her head.

"Oh my God. Shikamaru?" She leaned back, looking slightly scandalized (yet amused), and conjured up the image of the plain, dull guy she knew in high school. "No way."
Sabaku no Temariangry_breeze on January 28th, 2008 08:58 am (UTC)
She groaned. This was a bad enough situation (all Temari needed now was for her “monthly bitch time” to be late and a pregnancy test that read positive) and it was slowly, and steadily, growing worse.

The look on Ino’s face only made her feel like she needed to drown herself in toilet water, and the fact that her mind was playing cruel jokes on her by flashing Shikamaru’s face randomly didn’t help the matter at all.

After several long minutes of agonizing silence, minutes Temari hoped would be filled with Ino’s chatter or something to disrupt them from their current topic, she gave up. There was no getting around it. She had to tell someone, and Ino was offering her a listening ear. And she was about to combust if she didn’t let someone other than the four walls of her apartment know just how much of an idiot (drunk idiot, more like it) she was. “Yes,” she mumbled, her voice strangely dry and cracking. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.”
yamanaka ino: femininity ||efflore on January 28th, 2008 07:02 pm (UTC)
She really had to stifle a laugh. Imagine, terrifying Temari with an aim to kill and Shikamaru, complaint and docile as a deer, as her target. Ino had to cover her mouth at the sheer irony of it all. But it meant something that in the end, Temari was the one asking for help, berating herself for some wham bam thank you ma'am.

"You two must have been seriously drunk," Ino began. "I never would have thought that Shikamaru had it in him."

She turned to the side to call a waitress over. Coffee, that's what she needed; it was going to be a long afternoon.

She faced Temari again, and figured that she might as well get the worst news over with. "You guys used protection, right?"
Sabaku no Temariangry_breeze on January 28th, 2008 07:55 pm (UTC)
It took a moment for the words to really sink in, and when they did, Temari’s eyes widened as she racked her brain desperately for details of that night. Protection? She narrowed her eyes in confusion, trying to remember. She was sure they did, wasn’t she? Of course they—

Didn’t.

She groaned again, this time out of desperation and the big mess she’d just climbed herself into. “I was drunk. Sort of. Not really. He wasn’t. Maybe. I don’t know. You can’t really tell with him, because he seems to have the same look for everything.” Except… she shook her head. No thinking about it more than necessary.

“I… don’t think we…” She tilted her head, pausing. “No.”

She was so screwed.
yamanaka ino: the little black dress ||efflore on February 1st, 2008 05:45 am (UTC)
You are so screwed," Ino said dryly. Then almost as an afterthought, she leaned in and whispered fiercely and quite admonishingly, "How could you not think of bringing protection? You're not even on the pill?"

Her concerned eyes were focused on reading the miserable woman's face, but in the back of her mind it was a very stupid question; seeing Temari, once so strong and willful defeated to this state, Ino realized that the sinking feeling in her stomach confirmed the very reality of three very unreal things:

1. That Shikamaru could actually apply himself to doing something consequential like getting someone pregnant,

2. That Temari even seemed to care about the whole affair was indicative that there was much more to the bickering and drunken sex between her and her co-worker; and finally,

3. That somewhere in the deep, shadowy part of her heart, she actually envied Temari for getting some, for possibly carrying an illegitimate— but still hers —child, as this was of something more controllable and therefore more tolerable than cold, inscrutable matters like the rate of production of malignant cancer cells or the work x hours she'd need to fight it off, to purge her father from the consequences of her actions...

And suddenly everything changed color. When the waitress arrived with her drink, Ino curtly received it and glanced into the dark, brown reflection. She cupped it with two hands and tentatively sipped the hot beverage, taking in slowly its burns and pains with unnatural patience. But with this gesture she soon returned to her immaculate, upright self.

"Well, everything should be fine unless you start puking... How long ago was it? But, more importantly," said Ino with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, "how did it happen?"
Sabaku no Temariangry_breeze on February 2nd, 2008 02:53 am (UTC)
“How did it happen?” Temari repeated, trying to quell the growing desire to bludgeon herself to death with the closest object she could reach. “The hell should I know? I guess I made it happen—it’s always my fault, really. Except Shikamaru,” she made his name sound like a dirty word, “should have fucking stopped me.” She finished by slamming her open hand on the table, causing the mugs to jump slightly. The more she dwelled on it, the more she thought of him, the angrier she became. She wanted to blame something, blame him most of all, but she lacked the reasons to. She knew perfectly well that what had happened had been a joint effort. There was no blaming to be involved, unless she decided to blame the alcohol (which she had tried to do and failed in convincing herself).

There really was no getting around the heart of the problem, no matter how much Temari tried to deny it. In the end, it was important to note that she was only so horrified at the situation because she was more emotionally involved than she had ever anticipated being after a one-night stand. And it was rather unnerving how disgusted she was with herself for having—not slept with her co-worker—but developed some kind of feeling towards him. She could try her best to deny it aloud, but in the confinements of her own mind, the truth was spelled out too clearly to ignore: she was very much, somehow and someway, attracted to the lazy, idiotic smartass three years younger and more annoying than she ever thought a person could be.

Sighing in defeat, she answered the rest of Ino’s questions. “It was unplanned and, surprise, surprise, I don’t usually carry a condom around. I’m usually on the pill, except I haven’t been taking them since I moved. And it was… nearly a month ago. God, I think I need alcohol.”
yamanaka ino: i tell no lies ||efflore on February 3rd, 2008 06:59 am (UTC)
"Uh, what in the world makes you think that's a good idea?" Ino raised an eyebrow, with arms crossed against her chest, and gave Temari a deadpan stare. The woman was really overreacting and it took nearly all of Ino's self-control to not reach across the table and shake Temari to her senses.

And people said that she was a drama queen. Outrageous.

"Look," she began, in a business-like tone, "have you even done a test yet?"
Sabaku no Temari: temari; side&stareangry_breeze on February 3rd, 2008 09:07 pm (UTC)
Temari snorted. “A test? No. I don’t need to. I won’t. I’m not pregnant. I would know by now. So no. Absolutely not.”

There would be no way Temari would go through the humiliation in attaining one of the tests, but there was an underlying reason why she wouldn’t go through it. She was more frightened than not at the possibility that maybe, maybe, she was pregnant. And as sure as she was that she was not ready for a child (she had her whole future ahead of her!), she couldn’t imagine aborting or giving it up. She knew it was a big, stupid, idiotic mistake (she seemed to be doing a lot of those lately), but she would rather wait until she missed a period and was throwing up back and forth before she finally conceded defeat and bought a test.

“I’m not pregnant,” she finished with finality clear in her voice. She wasn’t. Of course not.
yamanaka ino: femininity ||efflore on February 3rd, 2008 09:52 pm (UTC)
"Uh huh," Ino said, rolling her eyes. "That's what every woman says until she finds herself bending over the toilet. Go. Get. Tested." She looked at Temari with the utmost urgency. It was stupid, really. What kind of grown woman was so in denial that she didn't even want to know how this could change the rest of her life?

(She was eighteen then. Was approached by—

The lines on Ino's mouth softened. "You probably don't even have a kit. I have one at my place."

He was nice, though. Let her smoke and all that.

"It's okay. No one else will know." She stood up and brought her bag to her shoulders. She looked down at Temari. "Well? Are you coming or not?"

Been on the pill ever since.)
Sabaku no Temari: temari; worldangry_breeze on February 4th, 2008 10:32 pm (UTC)
There was a moment of hesitation as Temari considered her options. Acting like a downright bitch and telling her friend—they were friends right?—no would probably piss both of them off, so that was scratched off. Admitting she was slightly frightened (who wouldn’t be, when a baby could possibly be growing inside them?) would probably shred to pieces what was left of her reputation, dignity and fierceness, so that was also a rather large NO. And finally, there was the last option: giving in, even though she knew perfectly well she could argue and cuss her way out of it, or at the very least, punch her way out of going and end up in jail for assault or something.

Give in? For some odd reason, it sounded like something he would say.

She stood up, scowling, setting a few bills on the table. “And then, after I’ve been embarrassed enough and I get my answer, you’ll tell me why you disappeared for a little while?” Hell, Temari was about to find out whether or not she was pregnant with some lazy idiot’s child with Ino, so the younger blonde might as well share a few things of her own.