Not sure if this has been done before but if it has here's my take on it.

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chapters will be short (200-500 words)

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Sex and The City: Bleach Edition

Rukia Kuchiki is 32. She is barely five feet tall with cropped dark hair and large violet eyes, the kind of distracting pretty that has no problem finding men to buy her drinks or spare her a light for her unfortunate cigarette habit that she has been trying (and failing) to quit since her early twenties. She is a college graduate, a respectful sister in a well known family, and an accomplished writer with her own magazine column. And none of this matters apparently, because, she is

still

single.

At a bar downtown way past most people's bedtimes

Rukia is having what she and her friends would call a standard Thursday night. Dinner at a restaurant with appetizers that would cost most people their month's rent, followed by an invitation to a new club Rangiku Matsumoto's PR firm was handling the opening for. Rangiku is 38 but doesn't look a day over 31 with her waves of strawberry blonde hair and legendary curves. She and Rukia have been friends since Rukia moved to Manhattan.

Rukia and their other two friends, Momo Hinamori and Tatsuki Arisawa, did not have to wait in line because of their connection, and were allowed right inside with little trouble.

The club opening was going well, with its typical mix of socialites, celebrities, businessmen, and the people who followed them around hoping that proximity to important people would somehow make themselves more relevant.

Rukia has found herself alone, with a drink a man who made himself a killing in the stock market last year bought for her. She came out tonight hoping to find some new material for her column, but unfortunately it seems the night would provide little material in the ways of dating, love, or sex. She does not see herself finding any of the three tonight, and neither do her friends.

Momo is currently conversing with a man she thought might be boyfriend material, but it turns out, despite his seemingly waspy appearance, he's just an out of work actor looking to make new connections. She will let him try and seduce her for another half hour before she will go home to her park avenue apartment and go to bed, alone.

Tatsuki has barely spoken to any men all night, which lately has become the norm for her. She complains that the age of instagram and photoshop has given men ridiculous expectations for ordinary women and looking like anything less than a supermodel isn't enough to merit even a conversation these days, much less a date. Rukia, Momo, and Rangiku have tried to gently tell her it might be because she has had a perpetual scowl on her face every time they're out at a party, but they don't want to hurt her feelings. Truthfully, Tatsuki is just a lawyer who graduated from Harvard and is tired of having to apologize for her success and doesn't feel like playing the dating game bullshit anymore.

Rukia goes to tell Rangiku that she is tired and is heading out, until she sees her friends already large eyes widen and eyebrows raise almost to her hairline at the appearance of someone walking into the club. Rukia looks over, and sees a tall, well dressed man with an athletic build and a shock of orange hair sauntering over to a suddenly empty spot on the couch and growling to the man next to him for a light, even though the club is supposed to be smoke free. He is handsome, important, and just made eye contact with Rukia.

Well. Now things just might be worth sticking around for.