A/N: a little drabble for Aizen-sama's birthday tomorrow. I know, a lot of you don't like him much, but I'm trying to do all canon characters birthdays, (And meanwhile, RP something special for each and every OC of mine and my friend's...) So, happy early birthday, Aizen!

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, and I make no profit from this. I do appreciate reviews however.


Grimmjow was fighting with Ulquiorra again, Luppi was complaining that he can't have a sense of fashion here, and Szayel was trying to conduct experiments on Hallibel, who was taking none of his shit today. Starrk was sleeping through everything on the couch while Lilynette drew on his face with permanent marker, and Nnoitra was making perverted comments at an adult Nel who wasn't, for some reason or another, putting up any fight.

Aizen's head was starting to ache from the chatter and screaming and thumps and thwacks of daily Hueco Muendo life, and he stood... only to slam his office door and sit back down. Pulling out a bottle of vodka, the only alcohol that Gin and Grimmjow couldn't sniff out, he took a slug. What a way to spend another birthday. Getting drunk in front of his desk, attempting to ignore the screaming, loud noises, and overall everyday annoyances. This was not what he signed up for. Scooting his chair back, he propped his feet up on his desk.

Yes, there was shouting and fighting and arrancars hitting on each other just outside his door. But those things would work themselves out eventually, and for now, he was going to sit here, have a drink, and have a damn happy birthday.


A/N: Really short, I know. Still... I kind of like it. Do you?