Kiba wasn’t one to stand around in the corner and look like a complete idiot. Rubbing the back of his head awkwardly, he noticed a number of people conversating. Damn. Maybe he wasn’t as good as he thought he was. Too bad for everyone else. He would just go drink. Shrugging, he searched around idly for a bottle of sake, popping to top off and taking a few swigs. His eyes traveled to Akamaru who looked at him like he was an idiot. “Don’t give me that look.” He glared, letting out a sigh. “Where’s my girlfriend? She’s better at parties than I am.” He didn’t look half bad, though. He was on the look-out for mistletoe. He didn’t want his lips touching anyone but Ino’s. For the sake of his life, and the person who would receive his kiss.
Shikamaru sighed. He saw Kiba and the feelings of unpleasantness flowed over him. He had gotten him for Secret Santa and actually got him a gift. It was a nice gift, a jeweled collar for Akamaru and a nice watch for Kiba, with a bottle of whiskey. He didn’t really know if Kiba would like it; but Ino couldn’t yell at him for not trying to be “nice”. He walked up to the Inuzuka boy and tapped his shoulder. He held out the nicely wrapped gift.
