Arisawa Tatsuki
I'm looking for a perfume to overpower men – I'm sick of karate.
-Phyllis Diller
-Hey, babe, can I offer you a drink?-
Tatsuki turned around slowly, appalled by those words, and examined with clinical cynicism the freak of nature in front of her: too thin with obviously dyed blond hair and a horrible piercing on his eyebrow.
The girl struggle to keep calm. She took a deep breath, smiled amiably and in the sweetest voice she could manage answered, -I'm sorry, I already have company…-
She returned to their table, chuckling inwardly, while the vile-looking man followed her with his gaze.
Who would have thought that the technique Rangiku taught her worked better than a punch?