Chapter 42
Kiba pov:
“Now try this one!” Tsukii encourages Deidara, shoving a shot glass into his hands.
“This one…. Is sake?” He questions warily, swaying from side to side.
“Nope! That one’s straight up vodka!” She laughs and almost falls off her barstool. Deidara nods and tosses the drink behind him when Tsukii looks away.
“Hey, Saiyuki!” Matsuri calls to the bartender as she inspects an orange drink, and he looks at her curiously.
“What kind of sake is this?”
“….That’s Fanta…..”
“And that’s mine!” Gaara takes the drink from Matsuri’s hand and downs it, ignoring the sake at his side.
I glance at the girls, and Gai and Lee trying to dance wildly on the floor, and push away my glass.
“You don’t like it?” Alyson asks sadly.
“It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just that….Here! Have another one, Alyson, forget all about it!” I try to cover up my mistake.
“Deh Swedish talk lack deece, and the Finnish tauk lauk theece! Zeh French talk like zeeze, and Italian’s talka lika theesa! And the Mexican’s are all, ‘Oh! Jalapeño!’ ” Matsuri gleefully rants, throwing her hands into the air and tipping backwards.
“Hehe! Hey, troublesome Saiyuki, put on a song for us!” Tsukii giggles.
“Hey, Tsukii, you put on an Indian accent!” Alyson laughs.
“No, troublesome! It was drunken Italian!”
“You got me there!”
“I really don’t think I should put on a song for you guys, with you three in this state!” Saiyuki snaps at them, scowling light-heartedly.
“C’mon Saiyuki….Snookie….Cookie…Snuggy..hehehe,” Tsukii pleads.
“Only if you guys stop being so random….Yo! Clear the freakin stage!” Saiyuki calls, and the girls cheer. Saiyuki whispers something to them and they rejoice as they head up to the microphone. Oh shit.
“You said it Kiba…” Gaara mutters, and I blanch, before realizing that I spoke aloud…again…
“I bet that they’ll sing some Sound Of Music song….” Deidara groans.
“Nah… It’ll be Destroya…” Gaara bets, and I counter,
“Nu uh! They’re gonna sing something from Mamma Mia!”
“I think that they are going to sing something from Phantom of the Opera!” Naruto puts in, smiling, clearly drunk.
“Nope,” Sasuke slurs, “They’re gonna sing Hoist the Colours…from Pirates of the Caribbean…”
“Why are you guys even betting?” Kakashi questions, but his mouth drops as Aki comes up and drags him away.
“Check. Test, test, test!” Alyson laughs at the microphone that the three were surrounding, and everyone turns to look at them.
“We’re gonna sing a song…just for you crazy awesome people…yeah!” Matsuri drunkenly yells.
“Ohhhhh
Badadadabadadababa
Coming out your mouth
With your blah blah blah
Zip your lips like a padlock (yeah)
And meet me in the back
With the jack and the jukebox
Don't really care
Where you live at
Just turn around boy
And let me hit that
Don't be a little bitch
With your chit chat
Just show me
Where your dick's at”
> Insert guy’s scared, horrified looks
“Music's up
Listen hot stuff (stuff)
I'm in love (love)
With this
Song
So just hush (hush)
Baby shut up (up)
Heard enough
>Insert O.o faces
Stop talk-talk-talking bout'
Blah blah blah
Think you'll be getting this?
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my
Ca-a-ar
If you keep talking bout
Blah blah blah blah blah
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Boy come on and get my rocks off
Come put a little love
In my glove box
Wanna dance with no pants on? (Holler)
Meet me in the back
With the jack and the jukebox
So cut to the chase kid
'Cause I know you don't care
What my middle name is
I wanna be naked
And you're wasted
>Insert guys whispering, “Disturbed..”
Music's up
Listen hot stuff (stuff)
I'm in love (love)
With this song
So just hush (hush)
Baby shut up (up)
Heard enough
Stop talk-talk-talking bout
Blah blah blah
Think you'll be getting this?
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my
Ca-a-ar
If you keep talking bout
Blah blah blah blah blah
>How drunk are they?!
You be delayin'
You won't be sayin' some sh-- (some s...)
You say I'm playin
I'm never layin' the d---
Sayin' "blah, blah blah"
Cause I don't care who you are
In this bar
It only matters who I am
Stop talk-talk-talking bout
Blah blah blah
Think you'll be getting this
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my
Ca-a-ar
If you keep talking bout
Blah blah blah blah blah
>………………..Kill me now….
Blah blah blah
Think you'll be getting this
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my
Ca-a-ar
If you keep talking bout
Blah blah blah blah blah
Oh!
Blah Blah Blah
Stop talkin
Stop talk-talk-talkin bout! ”
1 hour later…
“Matsuri…wanna be my girlfriend?” Gaara slurs after his third shot.
Matsuri turns her head toward him, much more drunk than before, and smiles. “Sure, why not?”
“Wow! It was that easy?!” Deidara exclaims then turns to Tsukii. “Be my girlfriend?”
“Sure troublesome…” Tsukii mutter, her eyes half closed.
I turn to Alyson warily, and she nods. “Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.”
“That…was…easy,” Gaara comments, “…too easy…”
Then the Lore just slip off their stools and stay on the ground. I sigh,
“I guess it’s time to get these three home.”
“I’ll drive the Ferrari,” Gaara states, already heading out. Deidara yells after him,
“You could’ve helped us get them in the Hummer, un!”
Gaara just waves without turning, and leaves our site. Oh, how I hate them.
I was about to pick up Alyson when Lee runs over and picks up all three, shouting about training, and speeds away to the Hummer. Gai does a thumbs up while cheering,
“Alright Lee! Onward, with the power of youth!”