Right, time to play with writing in chapters. I don't know why I decided on trying out this pairing, normally I like RanxShuu and I fully believe in RukixRenji. But I had the idea that if Renji and Rangiku ever fooled around there would be a lot of property damage!

Thanks for reading!

It began on less than innocent terms, and no one was really surprised where it ended up. Only the damage assessment was really shocking. The lieutenants frequently banded together and went out drinking on their nights off. They regularly drank to excess, they usually caused a ruckus and they were often tossed out of bars for bawdy speech or songs that scandalized even the late night crowds of some of the more unsavory neighborhoods of the Rukongai. It was a losing fight. They were good customers, paid their tabs and were practically an attraction unto themselves. Who wouldn't want to be at the bar where the curvaceous blond might decide to climb on the table and shake her money maker? Who would pass hearing the dirty jokes coming out of the man with a "69" on his cheek? And who didn't want to be around when the tattooed man with the shock of red hair started to groove to whatever music was playing, grabbing the nearest available girl and twirling her around like she was nothing – and eagerly taking on any jealous boyfriends. Even the morose-looking blond man who hung out with them turned out to simply be fairly practical and friendly with a deep caring streak.

It happened one evening when one of the bouncers of a particular establishment already had them under his steady gaze. Shuuhei had Kira in stitches, a genial arm around his neck, and was polishing off a gem about a Scotsman who found a present under his kilt. Kira had heard it before but, flushed with sake and his friend's close proximity, laughed along anyway. Renji wrapped up a dance with a pretty girl and sent her stumbling away with a pat on the bottom – luckily with no angry boyfriends to contend with this time. He poured out a measure of sake for himself, leered at Rangiku at a particularly salacious point in Shuuhei's joke, and gave a full belly laugh at the punchline. Rangiku of course leered right back and threw her head back and laughed as well.

The music changed and a tall, black haired man sauntered up to Rangiku. He tapped her on the shoulder and asked for a dance. Rangiku took a moment to fob off a look of mock ladylike shock to the men in her party before accepting and bouncing off with him. The men were stunned for a half a second and then laughed again. Rangiku certainly had feminine charms that could make any man's head spin but any nod to being demure was at best sarcastic.

Renji pushed himself off the table and pointed to his cup of sake. Over the music he shouted, "I'm gonna hit the head! Don't let anyone take that!" Kira and Shuuhei nodded to him and returned to their lewd jokes.

On his way back out of the bathroom Renji splashed water on his face. He was right at the line of sake intake where he could slow it down and still ride a good buzz for a while, but if he kept up the rate he had established he would soon be sick. He grinned to himself in the mirror, but there was definitely another dance in him. Maybe that adorable barmaid with the upturned nose. Might be fun to make her scream.

Walking back to the table Renji saw a flushed Rangiku wend her way back from the opposite end of the room and, like in a slow-motion bad dream, watched her grab his cup and drink his sake before he or the other men could stop her. "HEEYYYY! Dammit that was mine!"

Face red, Kira looked up. "Oh man, I'm so sorry I just noticed Rangiku walk up. And um…we just finished the last of the sake!"

"What the hell Rangiku! That was my sake!"

"Well how the hell was I supposed to know, it's not like your name was on it!" To suit the childish comment she stuck her tongue out at Renji.

"Gah! You were sitting over there, that's your cup right over there!"

"It doesn't have my name on it either. Whatever, let's just get more sake."

"Yeah right, give me back my cup."

"No way, finders keepers!" A hand curled around the cup and pressed it into the woman's generous breasts.

"Like that's gonna work!" Renji lunged for the cup knowing full well that Rangiku was waiting for a reason to Flash to the top of the table.

Rangiku looked back at Renji, intending to give him a victorious grin when her eyes went wide and she had barely enough time to Flash to a tabletop two parties over to avoid Renji's grab. In the midst of cries from startled – and somewhat entertained – patrons, Renji shouted, "You are so gonna pay!" He readied himself to jump to the spot Rangiku went to next.

With a "hah! make me!" the race was on.

Kira and Shuuhei stumbled to their feet in time to watch the drunken shinigami race each other out of the bar. Their smiles fell a little when the pretty barmaid with the upturned nose faced them down with a bouncer at her side, identical frowns etched on their faces. At the table two parties over a woman was crying about a drink that had spilled on her lap.