[center]KURIN SENJU
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Eight AM, on the dot and ready. About two hours before anybody was even expected to show up… Mind you, setting an example is hard to do. But as Kurin Senju had already woken up at seven AM, brushed his hair, and gotten all dressed, he might as well show up early. 
“I’ll be back, stop fretting grandmother.” Kurin muttered, standing at the doorway to the Senju household. Before him, blocking the way was his grandmother, if that wasn’t obvious. She was half his size, skinny and covered in more wrinkles than leopards have spots. But, not even Kurin, sturdy as an oak tree, was in her strength category. He’d seen the photos, one in particular of her as a pretty young lady suplexing a bear. Though her claims of having wrestled with one of the Raikage’s was probably the breaking point on realism. 
"Kurin, your Grandfather and I know this is important to you.” Grandmother began. “BUT! You are my grandson, and my lovely son’s son! So, if you get a scratch on those cheeks, or if you get a scar, or ANYTHING ELSE! I will never forgive you, or the ninja who did it to you!” That old woman was a viper, and the way she pointed a finger right in Kurin’s face made it clear… That was a promise. 
“Yes Grandmother.” Kurin sighed, and leaned in to give his grandmother a kiss on the cheek. “Now, may I leave? I need to be early to help set an example.”

So, Kurin stood there at the head of the crowd. 
"Greetings, and welcome to Konoha!” He grinned from ear to ear, giving a bow to each of the stone ninja. Some older. Most older, and the rare one or two that may have been younger. But otherwise, the was Kurin setting an example.
“Seriously Kurin, so busy?” A speaker said, announcing their presence behind the senju. He turned, and couldn’t help but smile softly. There was Chiyo, one of the students in the grade higher. Nice enough girl, pleasant, smart, and always in need of help with directions. Well, you can’t be the best in everything.
“What can I say, a strong greeting can foster great relationships!” Kurin declared, patting his chest proudly. “After all, this is why Konoha hosts these events. A display of trust and strength between our villages. After all, a strong understandin-” He paused mid speech, eyes having drifted across the crowd. And he noticed something very… Very unbecoming. 
Chiyo followed Kurin’s gaze, and sighed softly. “I see you finally noticed her. I didn’t even think alchohol was allowed at these events.”
“They’re not…” Kurin muttered, eyes narrowed as he walked through the crowd. Slipping past fellow chunnin, all watching the Hokage the best they could. Eventually, Kurin stood next to Rumia, the obvious stand out amongst the professional crowd. Oh, and there was Hime! But Kurin had a mission.

"Excuse me, miss.” Kurin said, giving a tiny bow to the unsophisticated lady. “I should inform you that alcohol can be disruptive at gatherings, and as former captain of the student body at Konoha academy, it is my duty to make sure you stop, and maintain a formal composure.” Hands crossed behind his back, making him the very model of the reasonable authority figure he so aimed to invoke. 

After all, what else does one say to a possibly drunk ninja?