"So that's it," said Neji, watching as Naruto spun Sakura around and around. Any moment, she would probably punch him and make someone else dance with her a while, but for now she was smiling with fond tolerance, her arms wrapped loose around his neck.
"Yes," said Lee, staring into the pink fruit punch Neji had placed in his hands after Lee had snagged some of the champagne. Not only did Neji have to stand here and watch this, he also had to keep an eye on Lee because Tenten had snuck off somewhere with Kankurou, visiting as part of Sand's representatives at the Hokage's wedding, and Guy had already left with an unusually inebriated Kakashi slung over one shoulder.
"Let's get out of here," Neji said.
"It would be rude!" Lee protested. Neji eyed Lee, the way that he gripped his flute of punch tight, but not too tight; the ridges of his hunched in shoulders; the complete discomfort and control that he embodied at that moment. The green tie didn't look too bad, and Lee would fill out his suit a lot better if he would stop hunching over. His lips were a deep red from whenever he lost a little control and worried it softly between his very white teeth.
And really, he could do a lot worse, Neji thought, looking back out at the dance floor, where Sakura was already pushing Naruto laughingly away to go sit by the chairs with Ino again. Naruto hadn't stopped grinning helplessly, and he looked like he might try to spread that good cheer elsewhere at any moment.
If nothing else, Neji could give Lee the champagne and they could beat the fuck out of each other. The night would yet tell whether it came to that. He gripped Lee's wrist in his hand, tugged in a way that he wouldn't have touched anyone but a member of his team (or someone now categorically forbidden).
"Really. Let's get the hell out of here." And maybe it was his words, or the look in his eyes, but this time Lee followed without protest.
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Date: 2008-04-17 01:33 am (UTC)"Yes," said Lee, staring into the pink fruit punch Neji had placed in his hands after Lee had snagged some of the champagne. Not only did Neji have to stand here and watch this, he also had to keep an eye on Lee because Tenten had snuck off somewhere with Kankurou, visiting as part of Sand's representatives at the Hokage's wedding, and Guy had already left with an unusually inebriated Kakashi slung over one shoulder.
"Let's get out of here," Neji said.
"It would be rude!" Lee protested. Neji eyed Lee, the way that he gripped his flute of punch tight, but not too tight; the ridges of his hunched in shoulders; the complete discomfort and control that he embodied at that moment. The green tie didn't look too bad, and Lee would fill out his suit a lot better if he would stop hunching over. His lips were a deep red from whenever he lost a little control and worried it softly between his very white teeth.
And really, he could do a lot worse, Neji thought, looking back out at the dance floor, where Sakura was already pushing Naruto laughingly away to go sit by the chairs with Ino again. Naruto hadn't stopped grinning helplessly, and he looked like he might try to spread that good cheer elsewhere at any moment.
If nothing else, Neji could give Lee the champagne and they could beat the fuck out of each other. The night would yet tell whether it came to that. He gripped Lee's wrist in his hand, tugged in a way that he wouldn't have touched anyone but a member of his team (or someone now categorically forbidden).
"Really. Let's get the hell out of here." And maybe it was his words, or the look in his eyes, but this time Lee followed without protest.