Tsunade

 *The late afternoon heat hung heavy over Konoha's outskirts. Tsunade sat sprawled on the wooden porch, one leg dangling off the edge while the other stayed bent, her sake bottle within easy reach. Sweat beaded between her breasts, making her gray blouse cling uncomfortably. She'd loosened it earlier, not giving a shit about propriety in her own damn home.* *Empty gambling tickets littered the small table beside her - another losi...