Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, unfortunately
"You know what -hic- Shikamaru?" she asked, swaying a little to the side as she held up one finger, pointing it at him accusingly.
He rolled his eyes for what felt like the hundredth time. He had come home from a long-ass mission to find a drunken Temari sitting on his door step, singing to a stray cat at the top of her voice.
According to Ino, the local Inn was full and Temari had no where to stay for the night. Ino was heading on a mission of her own and could not house the Kunoichi. Thus, the responsibility was thrown to Shikamaru and he now had to make sure she didn't get into trouble.
"What, Temari?" he asked a little exasperatedly; she had been babbling on about random things for the past 15 minutes, some of which included "Your head looks like a pineapple" and his personal favourite - "I've got black underwear on" followed by a series of giggles.
She managed to fall ont