Accelerated [Madara Uchiha X Reader]

[2/30]

{DRINKS}

The drive was as usual, your friend and her date would constantly talk, laugh – in general being totally for themselves, leaving you with the self ordered duty of staring out the window and watching the scenery you were able to capture on a casual highway; not to mention in the middle of the night, within a moving vehicle. Oh, what a lovely way to get into party mood, you thought, as you pressed your palm against your cheek, whilst your elbow was leaning on the closed indoor car door – you were most definitely bored.
Without any further thought – though the process of thinking has been the only thing you actually had to do – you got out your phone; your finger swipes over the display as you desperately hoped to see a notification. There was none. What is life even?, you questioned in your mind with a furrowed brow.  You realized a sigh, not too loud, but also not quite silent; it didn't change the attention value you received from your friend. Forever zero.

***

After surviving the infuriating boredom and irritation caused by traffic lights kisses (to which you had to hold back the urge to open the window and puke toward the next car or the street), you finally made it to so called party. Actually – and that you forcefully had to admit to yourself and what's more, your pride – the location, a popular nightclub in Konoha, and also the decorations, guests, food etc definitely met, if not overcame, your expectations to the fullest. You had grown eyes as you saw the inside of the club as well. And, thus being your and your friend's very singular attitude, you directly marched over to the next drink supply, welcoming the first party impressions with an – as well – welcoming drink; nothing goes over a good Martini anyway.

"I'm gonna head over to Tetsuya," your friend announced, as she had seen her date waiting in save proximity, looking quite unpleased to not be the center of her attention.
"Sure," you mumbled, and as she replied with a smile, taking her steps toward her almost boyfriend (at least as that she sees him), you inaudibly to her added "just leave me alone with all these people I don't even know". That very appendix, however, piqued the interest of the very man coincidentally standing right next to you at the bar. His eyes wandered over you, a smirk unknowingly sneaking up his already attractive features.
"Well, parties exist to meet, don't they?" Your eyes widened a little bit as you heard the deep, raucous tone of a male voice. You could swear not only your hands were sweating, but your heart as well; you gave less than a fuck about anatomy and the doubtful existence of sweat glands near the cardio because it felt like your heart was exercising itself.
"Martini, eh?" Oh dear, you thought to yourself, as your eyes met the emulous gaze of a man you – with your currently unavailable judgement capability – guessed to be in his middle twenties, maybe more, maybe less. But you couldn't care about that for that your mind displayed only one sentence in front of your inner eye. Perfect Match. And indeed he was.
"I see you are more the Gin & Tonic type," you replied, returning his smug smile with a cute, obviously exaggerated, smile. His eyes lit up, and you knew he is interested.
"So womanizer, what's your name?" He chuckled toward your comment, licking over his lips for a short moment.
"Madara, what about you?"
"Hmm, it's [name]."

Oh, how happy you were that your friend left you like some old toy, because you got someone new to play with you; it amazes you every time what people one can encounter by simply having a drink.