Building Dialogue
Under the shade of a willow tree stood a very exasperated young man. Ulquiorra held the phone to his ear like he was ready to throw the poor thing and the individual on the other end. Grimmjow, his best friend, loved to be a pain in the ass.
"Come on man, it'll be fun," he tried to persuade.
"No. the last time I went drinking with you guys I got hammered and you drew obscene pictures on my face while I was out. I refuse to go drinking with you guys again," Ulquiorra replied.
"It wasn't that bad," Grimmjow tried to defend.
"You tried to hook me up with a drag queen hooker!"
"I was drunk, I didn't mean it!"
"I still didn't appreciate it! Besides I'd like to get back to Orihime before Rangiku goes crazy and gives her and Nel alcohol again. Last time was a disaster!"
"Come on man we haven't hung out in FOREVER! If not drinking then pick something else!"
Ulquiorra smacked his forehead with his palm. His friend could've just said he missed the bro time.
"Grimmjow if you wanted to hang out you could've just said so in the first place. Orihime's staying at Rangiku's for a few days so if you want we could hang out at my house and have an all night video game war. But only a little booze. And absolutely no hookers!" satisfied with the arrangement Grimmjow agreed but his tone implied Ulquiorra's conditions would not be met. The poor raven haired man sighed. What had he gotten himself into?