I do not own Naruto.

Okay, after years I finally updated. Again. Sorry that I'm 100% awful. I'm probably going to be posting this story on A03 under my other name so don't be confused if you see it there. The beginning chapters in this little fic are much shorter than later chapters and, in my opinion, a bit choppy. I hope that doesn't turn off any new readers, but just to let you all know they become much more fluid eventually as an actual story begins to develop. I didn't mean for that to happen, but sometimes that's just how things go. Sorry for all the grammar mistakes as well as I'm too lazy at this point to go through all the chapters again. As for the story itself, I was/am writing about an older version of Sakura. She is a BAMF and a bit of a mess and I love it. It's fun to write. It's crack but serious crack? If that makes sense? Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy it!

Warning: This story is Slice of Life. There is no huge plot and is rated M for foul language. These postings will be short, and, while not necessarily all interconnecting, will sometimes refer to each other so I recommend reading them in order, because there is the occasional mini-arc. New Warning: It accidentally turns into a kind of story later. Oops.

Slightly Inappropriate

"Why do you take all these A-ranked missions?" Ino asked watching as Sakura downed her beer with a red mission scroll sticking out her shirt. She'd stuffed it down there earlier when she remembered that she left her pouch at work. Ino would have thought it impressive if she hadn't seen it a million times before - both the beer swilling and the numerous items Sakura's chest could hold. Things just lost there sparkle like that sometimes.

"Because I damn well can that's why," Sakura paused momentarily to finish her drink,"and I like money. Yeah, the money is pretty great."

"But you have no life." Ino pointed out taking a sip of her own drink.

"That's showbiz, baby." Sakura laughed while signaling the bartender for another drink. "My savings account is awesome too."