Aftermath
Characters: Hisagi, Kira, Matsumoto
Rating: PG
Warnings: Drinking?
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or these characters
Length: 245 words
There's a corner table in a bar on the outskirts of Seireitei that's reserved every Friday night. The barkeeper has no idea who they are or what they're looking for, but every Friday night three Shinigami come in, sit down, and get themselves as drunk as possible.
There's the blond man – a boy, almost – with the eyes of an abused puppy. He sits in the corner and gulps down glasses intermittently, his hands twitching before he even looks at the drink.
There's the woman, a strawberry blond with the biggest breasts the barkeeper's ever seen. She's usually bubbly, enthusiastic, but once when she was wasted she picked up her glass, threw it at the wall, and cried for three hours straight.
Then there's the tattooed man, with the arm and the neck and face painted like an artist's paper. He usually sits quietly with his friends and nurses a few drinks, but once, when he'd drunk more than the barkeep saw any other man drink, he put his glass back on the table, put his hand over his eyes, and started sobbing jerkily.
There's a corner table in a bar on the outskirts of Seireitei, and every Friday night the Shinigami come in and sit and every Saturday morning they leave. The barkeeper doesn't know who they are except that they all have the same light of desperation in their eyes, and whatever they're looking for, they won't find it in a bottle of sake.