Back again with a new chapter for you peeps. This is where things start to get interesting and I know it is another shot chapter but my keyboard broke so I couldn't write that much. Hope you enjoy.
I do not own any of the characters portrayed in this story. All rights reserved for Tite Kubo. I do however own the story.
Two weeks after the torture of the series premier, I am sat on a stall at my recent favourite bar. About a week ago I decided to take on drinking at bars as a part time comfort. You could say that I am on my way to being here almost every evening. I invited Ichigo and his boyfriend, last week, but they left after an hour because they were too in the mood for each other. So now I only come here on my own, to wallow away in my loneliness.
"Another margarita please, Shinji." I ask the blonde haired bartender; him walking over with a small on his face. The same one he always has on his face.
"Here you go." Shinji says as he hands me my newly filled margarita glass; white salt crystals placed around the rim of the glass and the smell of lime juice a tequila wafting into my nose.
I'm probably already an alcoholic and it's only been two weeks.
About to take a sip from my drink my phone goes off, signalling a text from someone.
"Could that be your long lost boyfriend?" Enquires Shinji, making me jump for not realising he was still there.
Scowling, I reach into my back pocket and pull out my phone, not really wanting to see who it is but if I didn't check I knew that Shinji would just keep that creepy look on his face for the rest of the evening. Glancing own at my phone, I turn it on to find a text from Nnoitra; asking if he can join me at the bar. I quickly reply then place my phone back in my pocket. Looking up to find a nosy Shinji staring at me with content.
"No it wasn't Grimmjow." I blurt out, ridding him of any suggestive ideas he was getting in that messed up brain of his.
"Fine then." Was all he could say before returning to his job.
Ten minutes after sending me the text, a very upset Nnoitra slams the bar door open and then storms in; dragging a stool out and sitting upon it with as much elegance as a rock falling into water.
Raising an eyebrow, I quietly wave a hand at Shinji, telling him to make a very strong gin and tonic. Me and Nnoitra have been drinking together before, so I knew what to ask for.
"What happened now?" I ask as kindly as possible.
Growling a bit he replies, "I caught that bastard, Tesla, fucking my cousin, Nel, in my fucking bed."
Oh jeez.
"Wow. I'm sorry, man." Concern coating my words, knowing that Nnoitra really liked Tesla. "Want to stay over my place for a while?" My friendship with this man making me take pity on him. I don't normally act like this but I feel it is necessary at the moment.
Shinji came back with Nnoitra's drink; handing it to him whilst winking and intentionally brushing his fingers against Nnoitra's.
"Shinji!" I yell, snapping him out of his flirtatious daze. Sighing a bit, with a mischievous smile on his face, he backs off to the other side of the bar.
Did he just sway his hips?
Shaking my head, I turn back to Nnoitra to find is gaze firmly planted on Shinji's overly feminine hips. Snapping my fingers in his face I glare at the lanky, 7ft man in a way that says back off.
"What?" He shrugs. His voice becoming too high pitched.
"Don't what me! What are you doing? You just broke up with Tesla." Me trying to explain his predicament.
"He's single." Gasps Shinji. I just put my head in my hands; giving up on the both of them right now.
Putting his hand on my shoulder, Nnoitra downs his drink before taking off in the direction of the blonde bartender. Shinji giggling like a crazed school girl.
"I'll just go home then." I mutter to myself. Taking my leave from the bar, after dropping a few £50 notes on the bar. Then I was on my way home.
It is about 3:20am and I am walking towards my door with a scowl on my face after being woken up from my sleep on the sofa; the tv obviously blurting out a bunch of Steve Wilkos episodes that I had found on the internet.
The knock sounded again as the person was growing impatient.
"Alright!" I scream back. "Hang on." Opening the door, an overly drunk Nnoitra falls into my apartment, having been leaning on the door.
"Urg." He groans with his face in the floor and his ass sticking up in the air in an extremely unattractive manner.
"Urg, indeed." I jest as I grab him by the collar and drag him into the sitting room; slamming the door, harshly, behind us. Chucking him onto the sofa next to the one I sit on, I walk to the kitchen to grab him a glass of water and a pot noodle. The food and water making the alcohol disappear from his system faster than it would without it. Strolling back over to him, Nnoitra now sitting up, I shove the items in his face and he takes them. Him mumbling something incomprehensible, but I suspect it might have been a thank you.
I plop back onto the sofa and stretch myself out again, focusing my attention to the large screen and not a dribbling Nnoitra.
Can't he keep the stuff in his mouth for at least three seconds.
Sighing for the hundredth time that evening, I give up trying to relax on decide to just get myself another drink. Getting up, yet again, I jog to the fridge and pull out an entire flask filled with margarita, that I prepared earlier, and grab a pack of beer. Feeling generous I decide to lend Nnoitra a blanket and a spare t-shirt, which was too large for me, so that he could be more comfortable whilst sleeping.
When I get back to the sitting room, I notice that the creature is asleep. So I just put the blanket around him and chuck the shirt in his snoring face. Promptly afterwards, I am chugging bottle after bottle, of beer. The flavour becoming more and more addictive. I grab the remote for the tv and type into the YouTube search Maury Show and click on the first video that appears. My laughs ringing out all over the large room as I witness an incredibly funny woman act all sassy and full of herself in front of her suspected cheating boyfriend.
Oh I love Americans.
What is that noise?
I think as I'm slowly drawn back to reality. The pain in my head causing me to groan like an old man with arthritis. The noise comes again and I'm forced to go and see what it is. Although, when I stand up, I almost immediately fall over and land on Nnoitra's sleeping body, waking him up in the process. We both laugh a bit and I try, once again, to stand. I manage to stay on my own feet, so I walk over towards the noise. Realising that it is someone slamming their fist against my door; causing it to shake on its hinges.
Me still giggling and Nnoitra laughing his pants off, I open the door to see who the noisy fuck is. Once doing so, however, I get thrown back onto my ass as an angry Grimmjow pushes the door open before I can move out of the way.
"My poor ass." I hiss as I stand up; wobbling around as my vision goes fuzzy from standing up too quickly.
Finally sparing a moment to look up, I see a very unamused Grimmjow staring at me with an eyebrow raised and his arms crossed over his muscular chest.
"How was your holiday?" I slur in some weird unknown language.
Opening his mouth to answer, Nnoitra wobbles around the corner to see what all of the commotion is about; causing Grimmjow to halt his response as he eyes up my friend as if he were a predator eyeing up his prey before the kill.
"Ulquiorra! Grimm's back!" Yells a hungover Nnoitra; one arm supporting himself on the wall and one arm pointing a finger towards a very unhappy blue haired man.
"Ulquiorra..." Growls Grimmjow. His gaze still planted on a crazed Nnoitra, who looks as if he is chasing around a butterfly although there is nothing there.
Taking a gulp, I raise my gaze back to the sexy man in front of me. "Yes?"
"What is he doing here?" Grimmjow nodding towards the 7ft man behind me.
"Well..." I begin, my throat suddenly feeling very dry. "He broke up with his boyfriend so I offered him a place to stay for a few nights."
"So he's single?" Grimmjow's voice becoming too low and predatorial for my liking.
"Ahaha. 100%!" Screams Nnoitra before collapsing in a heap on arms and legs, on the floor.
Before I get the chance to do anything to explain Nnoitra's behaviour, I get slammed into the wall; causing my head to start pulsing more vigorously. Risking a look, I open my emerald eyes and find myself being stared down at by a pair of bright blue irises.
"Did you sleep with him?" Hisses Grimmjow. His animalistic nature taking over, causing his more possessive side to rise to the surface. And when I say possessive, I mean, lock me a room whilst being chained to the bed, possessive. Trust me, he's done it before, and that was when he found out I had a new friend who was a boy (Ichigo by the way), so God knows what he will do this time.