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Day 4 – Lean on Me (SSM17)
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Typically Sakura wasn’t one to get so intoxicated that coherent speech and walking became a task of great difficulty. That blonde, shrill friend of hers (“Yamakana…I think”) had apparently started to become more a bad influence with regards to this. Not that Sakura wasn’t allowed to drink – it was her own choice after all.
Sakura is a grown woman. “What are you doing out here?” Sasuke asks gently, bending down so that he is eye level to his wife.
She sits on a milk crate, one placed in the alley behind the bar her shrill friend, and her other friends were in right now. They were celebrating something – Sasuke didn’t really care what.
But a call less than ten minutes ago, informing him that ‘perhaps its time to pick up his wife’ is the reason why he is here before her, “you’re not usually one to drink this much, Sakura”.
She looks up, as if only now realising who it is that speaks to her. Her cheeks are red, her eyes are glassy, “I…” she pauses, “I’m sorry”.
His expression softens, “what’s going on?”
Her fingers ring together, she looks genuinely ashamed, “I…um…”
As much as he’d like to think that he knew his wife, there are times when her actions contradict that notion. He can tell she’d been drinking not for celebration, as the rest of her friends had, but for some other reason.
Did she have a bad day? Was there something she wanted to forget?
“I’m…sorry,” she whispers again, “I’ve…” her hands turn to fist, “I’m, gonna go home now”. She stands up quickly – a mistake in hindsight. Sasuke catches her as she begins to fall.
“Sorry,” she whispers again. She grips onto his sleeve, and attempts to stand upright without assistance.
Sasuke does not let go of her arm, “let me carry you,” he says.
Sakura shakes her head, then grabs a fistful of her hair, “ogfh, shouldn’t have done that…dizzy…”
He tries not to smirk, “Sakura, just hop on my back”.
Her reply to him is a stubborn pout coupled with a slightly immature, “I don’t wanna”.



