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The Drunk Meme

1. Drinking Games. You're at that special level of drunkenness where previously unimagined things start to sound like a good idea, like another drink. It's cool, I know this great game that will inevitably end with everyone involved being totally wasted. You play until... shit, what were the rules again?

2. Unsolicited Advice. Oh man, you suddenly know the solutions to all of life's mysteries. All it took to figure it all out was half a pint of whiskey! It's time to tell all your friends how to fix the problems with their personal lives, whether they want you to or not.

3. Drunk Texting. Frankly, you can't IMAGINE why anyone wouldn't want to hear about how drunk you are right now. If only you could remember where the vowels are on this tiny keyboard. Drawing inspiration from TFLN is encouraged.

4. Tell them How You Really Feel. You lost some of your less important inhibitions three or four drinks ago, and it's time to tell it how it is! Time to hunt down the person you love, or possibly the person you hate, or even just the person you don't ACTUALLY despise, and bare your heart to them in a way that you'll almost definitely regret tomorrow morning.

5. Karaoke. Shot through the heart, and you're to blame! You give love... a bad... something...

6. Terrible Ideas. This is going to be so awesome, guys. I've got the skateboard, and I'm handcuffed to Steve... is the camera rolling? And who's lighting the fireworks?

7. Flirting. While all that booze may not have enhanced your charm, it certainly did wonders for your ego! Time to find all the hottest dudes and/or chicks in this place and make them swoon before your gin-powered charisma.

8. On the Streets. What better way to follow up a good bar run than by drunkenly wandering the streets in the middle of the night? There may be loud, embarrassing singing. There may be puking in the gutter. You may be completely lost, and not sure why that police officer is speaking Italian.

9. Take Me Home Tonight. Yeah, it's time to go home but you're not going alone, time to drag someone home for a hook up. Let's just hope you can get your body to agree or don't fall asleep first

10. The Next Day. All that you took with you from last night's adventures was a blur of jumbled, confusing memories, a lampshade with googly eyes drawn on it taped to your head, and a brutal hangover. What exactly happened here? And who's that sleeping next to you?

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[It started out as nothing more than curiosity. Wondering if he could do this sort of thing without recoiling and freaking out - giving away the fact that they were merely pretending. Wondering how they'd pull off the idea of having a relationship because holding hands wasn't really their style. They were more likely to start arguing than cuddling.

To be honest, he's kind of expecting the whole thing to be a horrifying and traumatizing experience. Not to mention that he's bracing himself for the hit that's sure to happen.

Except it never comes. Instead, he feels a fist tightening in his jacket and can't be bothered to think of a reason why. Naruto also can't be bothered to explain the feeling that rises up in him when he isn't pushed away. Though that might not be the alcohol numbing his thoughts and more the fact that he doesn't want to think about it.

Suddenly the second kiss in his life (funny how the first was with the same person) isn't going how he thought it would. That slight taste of alcohol is no longer a taste, it feels like he's drowning but doesn't care to get to the surface. There's no denying the fact that now Naruto is wondering what a kiss with the other would taste like if there hadn't been so much alcohol beforehand.

Fingers card through his hair and it causes goosebumps to rise along the back of his neck. The touch is completely different from having other people ruffle his hair in a friendly manner or doing it to himself. It's foreign enough to be strange and slightly sensitive but yet pleasant enough to not want to pull away. What he does want is for Sasuke to keep going. Naruto will deny ever having made a soft, pleased sound at such a seemingly simple touch.

When something warm and slick touches his mouth, his heart leaps up into his chest. Despite the fact that they've been kissing for a while, the sudden realization hits that Sasuke is kissing him back. This is more than just lips touching clumsily like they aren't two people who confidently saved the world. This is Sasuke -- exploring what's happening. Naruto isn't an expert in this area. Both of them know how their first kiss went and even though he traveled with a pervy sage, that doesn't mean he actually knows what he's doing. It hardly matters considering Naruto's sure that his heart has stopped and he might not survive this one.

He isn't quite prepared when the kiss ends and the hand leaves his hair. For a moment, he just stares - not at all seeing that glare. His mind takes even longer to catch up to the fact that Sasuke said something.]

I just... [Can't even think straight or really form words. Either way there's no sign of mocking in his expression, his eyes say that he's completely serious. If he wasn't serious before - he is now. Once again, his face is turning bright red.] That wasn't terrible.