"Hahahahahahahaha!!!" The Kurosaki residence was full of noises. Laughs and screams of joy for the holiday season. Ichigo had somehow found a way to get stressed out, even admist the cheerful shinigami and the Christmas party.
"Sit down Yachiru!" A little pink and black blurr was zipping around the house, bumping and knocking over everything in it's path.
"OW!" She ran into a wall and fell down, gasping for air.
"Hahah!Ow.." she layed on the floor trying to catch her breath while laughing. Ichigo had no idea how it happened. One minute she was drinking punch, the next she was running around crazily. Ichigo found the answer: someone spiked the punch.
"Who put vodka in the punch!?" Almost every adult shinigami raised their hand
"Damn!"
He looked behind him. Somehow Rangiku had managed to get her captain drunk and now Toushirou was acting almost as silly as Yachiru. Him, Rukia, Rangiku, and Momo was watching Renji's magic act with the rubber ducky, the cup of water, and a bowl of uncooked lima beans. Kenpachi kept trying to fight Ichigo, but he was rejected so many times that he left. Yoruichi went to find him and now no one knew where they were. The great noble Byakuya had some drinks amazing and now he was standing on top of table-I mean STAGE with Ikkaku, Yumichika, and Kisuke singing 'It was just my imagination' byt the temptations. Everyone started applauding the tone-deaf singing group.
"..damn.." Ichigo said, looking around his house in disgust. What a mess! Who knew death gods were so messy?
"Note-to-self: Never throw an all shinigami Christmas party again.."
Applause; the four proud singers bow.