The boy sat at the bar, not caring whether he was too young to drink, but ordered an alchoholic beverage anyway. After two drinks and with a very low immunity to toxins, the boy's voice was already starting to slur. The lady at the bar was looking at him in a motherly, dissaproving way, but he was paying for this, so she went along with it. She handed him what would be his third drink. His head was already drooping, and she doubted that he would be able to tell her exactly where he was.

And he didn't care. All he wanted was an exucse to leave the world, if only just momentarily because he was very drunk. Almost piss-in-your-pants drunk, but his d**n Uchiha Pride didn't let him go that far.

Yes, this was Sasuke Uchiha sitting in a bar, drinking the living hell out of himself until he puked and was diagnosed with alchohol poisoning. Or if his Uchiha Pride butted in, knowing that he'd had enough of hospitals and foul smells, it would stop him. Of course, he'd just have to wait and see.

Sasuke looked up, really on the verge of passing out, and if it weren't for his Uchiha Pride, he would d**n well be lying on the ground. He picked up his head, noticing some blonde chick. "Hey you look familiar," he mumbled, voice slurred and almost incoherent. He knew this would affect him forever, publicly embarrassing himself like this, but he ignored the Uchiha Pride and his concience that was currently telling him to piss out of the bar. Of course, he had no intention to do so, and he took another sip of the drink, avoiding the girl's question, which he refused to answer or he'd be kicked out, and his sanity wouldn't be questioned. He put the drink back down and layed his head on the bar, tonight would be one f-ing long night...

"Oh, you're redhead's brother?" he asked, trying to annunciate, but failed misserably. A smile crossed his face, of course, he was drunk. Now that it was quite obvious who this chick was, he wasn't sure how much he wanted to be around her. He blinked a couple of times before taking another large sip of his drink.

"I think I'll drink however much I please," he said, again slurring his words until it was almost impossible to tell what he was saying. He smiled wider now, ah the joys of alchohol, Sasuke Uchiha was actually letting his guard down ((dispite that d**n Uchiha Pride that was screaming in his mind now, telling him to stop)), with a girl... How happy would Emz be right now??

Sasuke looked over at her, "Why does it mater if I'm dead or not?" he asked, crossing his arms in a clumsy way. He sighed, "I gave up on life a long time ago," he said, slurring his words again. He sighed, in aproximatly thirty minutes she would have that same splitting headache he was starting to feel.

"And I'm seventeen years old, I can drink as much as I want," he mumbled, starting to feel quite dizzy. "And no one is going to stop me," he finished his drink and, like Temari, waved the bartender over. Again the girl behind the counter gave him a dissaproving look, but filled his glass up again, not bothering to complain. He'd get kicked out soon enough, or the girl he was with would take him away.

Sasuke sighed, "I suppose," he said, the sickning feeling of dying finally setting in. He shrugged, no one would care if he was dead. "True I can only drink till then, but I can still do other things," he said, wondering why the hell he was talking to this girl about suicide wishes. He sighed and put the drink down. He paused for a second before standing up, "Maybe I should go home," he said, slapping down a twenty dollar bill on the table and taking two steps before realizing that he was incredibly off balance. "Or not," he sat back down in the seat, leaning against the bar and looked back at Temari.