Series: Naruto
Setting: AU
Prompt: 07. スーパースター (Superstar)
Rating: M
Word Count: 1, 459
Warnings: Alcohol, Kissing, Vomit
Summary: Life's cross by accidental chance and a lot of alcohol

Bonus Writer Notes: My contribution for my 30 fic challenge for Itachi and Deidara for 30 Kisses. Basically each one has to include a kiss or something that will lead to it or can be interpreted as one. This one is a bit more challenging than what I'm used to. I have to make my brain work.

Elegantly Wasted

Uchiha Itachi. As soon as that name was uttered from anyone's lips, they would jump to attention with prayers of seeking just a second of his precious time, to have their name spoken about in that same sentence. There were very few that didn't know that name and the ones who didn't would quickly find out with a short rendition of his life and the achievements that were well known around the community. Born to the rich Uchiha legacy, son of the Chief of Police, blew them all away during his schooling academically as well as physically, college years still hitting that peak in a Business degree to graduate, branching out as one of the youngest business owners of the century without the help of mommy and daddy like most of the young heirs and heiress. His success had every man wanting to be him and every women including a few men wanting to get into his pants.

There was one at least who hadn't heard of the grand stature of the young man nor would the fairytale life of riches to filthy rich appease him in any way, that person was the vibrant long haired blonde who sloppily dragged his short red-head companion inside this so called popular night club to have a friend at his side for a night of drinking, relaxing and unwinding down from the harsh reality of his life. Unlike the other who was born with the silver spoon in his mouth, Deidara's saga had not been one that was so opportune. Born to upper middle class society, he had all the necessities that a growing child could hope for, a loving father who worked in the building industry while his mother was the breadwinner of the family as a CEO of an obscure Import/ Export trading company that had a strange obsession with turning her son into something that he wasn't. During his late teenage years, his father passed away after an accident on site, estranging him from his mother and onwards to pursue his own path as an artist… a struggling one at that.

But life was something to be relish rather than dwelled upon, wibbling in the corner about how much life was not going his way wasn't his style at all. Tonight there would be no restrictions to hold him back, money or otherwise, he was going to let it all hang loose and get absolutely plastered. Deidara's arm slung over his friend's shoulder much to his complaint and tugging away to free himself of the closeness while the other banged on the counter top to get the attention he wanted, ordering up himself a drink… a couple of drinks, watching the bartender line up the row of pure brain numbing alcohol salivating assortment, knocking each one back in an orderly fashion. The taste inside his mouth was like a party on his delicate palette, the combination of sweetness of cocktails slightly curdling from the stiffness of hard spirits only to bring around a wave of a hand ordering a few more, loosening up from the pleasant hum tingling through his blood work.

High up above the crowd overlooking the waves of bodies gyrating in rapid timing to the music, hands searching over the people next to them swaying seductively on the dance floor, grinding hips together until another instant couple took leave for a more quieter location, that was where he stayed. Famed presence he might have been but for anyone to spend more than a minute in his company unless it revolved around business was a rarity. His perch up high over the area was more fulfilling than being down mingling for ethics and customer satisfaction. He did not search for these kind of meaningless achievements. People came if the place drew them in and if they didn't so be it, they came for their own reasons and not because he kissed enough ass to get them there.

Everything he had done was taken in methodical steps, each detail dotted twice signing off leaving nothing behind, all that for tonight was completed, taking to his desk with a bottle of bourbon pouring himself a stiff drink. There was no need for him to hang around for the night with the respectable and trustworthy staff that he had hired especially since they knew the price of doing anything to disgrace themselves in front of customers bring in the bad publicity but he wasn't ready to leave just yet, knocking down the bitter alcohol that burned all the way down to his stomach. There had to be something that was going to happen that would liven his night up or else it would be back home to that cold bed, ready to repeat the same routine for another day.

Sex on the Beach, Orgasm, Quick Fuck, Cock Sucking Cowboy. Deidara was completely oblivious to what all of these were but the way they jumped out at him from the cocktail menu that blurred in front of his eyesight he had to order them all, rolling each name of the tip of his tongue as if whispered to a lover anxiously waiting to see if they were going to be an orgasmic experience like the name stated. Anticipating peaked, every second ticked by like a minute only being able to do nothing more to watch the bartender shake around the metal cylinder container that would bring him one step closer to happiness until finally they were presented to widened eyes. Ooooh how they looked ever so syrupy.

Down one by one is quick hits they all went finished off with a sigh of fulfillment in his belly, either that or he felt the strange need to suddenly run off to relieve himself. "You know what… I'm going to kiss the next person that walks past, un" Deidara exclaimed to what he believed was his friend only to receive a drunken slur in return from another random patron. The red-head had ditched him at the shots to escape back to the sanctuary of his home. It didn't matter who he tell anyway, tonight was the night that he was going to let if all hang loose.

The faithful shrug returned as the answer from the intoxicated female at his side, leaning in closer to him just maybe with the off chance that she would be able to get that kiss from him in place of the arbitrary passer. Next thing she found herself flat on her face and the seat vacated losing the shot that she had but he was nice enough to leave behind little shooter glasses, dipping her finger inside to clean out the sugary goodness.

Many of the people passing by swayed blurring into the background making them extremely hard to pick out, the lesson wisely learnt of never mixing your drinks was being realized by the blonde with a few blinks to focus the frame, squinting once that didn't work. "I don't see so good, un" the male muttered clinging onto someone's shirt pulling himself up to stand upright.

The lifeline he had clung to was strong, firm, very well built but yet not like he was bulging with muscles, the physique was very welcomed as his pillar. Oh whatever. It looked like he was the first person that had walked past that he was aware of, pulling the cease of his buttoned up shirt down lower, crushing his alcohol stained lips against the thin lightly closes ones in what could have been constructed as a kiss.

Gasps of shock, jealousy and excitement brought the people surrounding to a dead silence, even to the overly dramatic effect where there the music was shut off, all eyes turned towards the pair locked in a seemingly deep one sided embrace. "That bitch, how could this happen" "It's not fair I wanted to do that" "Damn that is hot" "They just kissed Uchiha Itachi!"

For someone that Deidara has no idea about or could care less about, he was openly kissing that renown dubbed famous ebony haired man in the middle of the walkway out of the club. Uchiha Itachi, the eminent lust of everyone's wanting attention… the blonde pulled away with a dazed awestruck gaze up at him, fawning over the man he had randomly selected. Crimson and azure exchanging glances back and forth, the blue trailing down his concealed toned chest only accentuated highlights from muscle taunting the material of his shirt, lower past the fabric of his pants noting that he was indeed of the male gender and lower to the ground, unable to catch his hand in time retching onto the ground.

Uchiha Itachi… illustrious club owner and possessor of the shoes now covered with vomit.