It had started out as a simple, friendly, get together. Kisuke had taken it upon himself to gather everyone, and even made arrangements for the snacks provided. Everything had gone well until Renji, with his arms crossed over his chest, and his tattooed eyebrows arching up toward his hairline, had smirked at her from over the counter. "I'd drink somebody like you under the table. In my sleep."
All other movement in the store ground to a halt and eleven pairs of eyes turned in their direction, fearful of what might happen next.
Ichigo had held his breath, head turning from side to side as he watched them stare one another down.
Rukia made a small noise, which sounded suspiciously like a snort, and kept her gaze trained on her half finished ice cream cone.
Chad had frowned.
Rangiku and Hitsugaya shared a groan of despair.
Kisuke had gulped, before scratching at his chin, almost hesitant in his stepping forward. "Now, now. I'm sure you really don't mean that, Renji."
All others took cover.
Her reply to his challenge had been simple. Two glasses and a rather oddly shaped, green, bottle clinked against the plastic countertop, and then she'd shot him a dangerously sweet smile. "Care to try, Ren- kun?"
And so now they sat in front of one another, Yoruichi leaning against the side of the wall with an almost bored expression creeping along her features, and her opponent slumped, non-to gracefully, on the counter. The others had long since dispersed, tired of the loud mouthed soul reaper's attempt to salvage what was left of his pride, but thankful for the small store still being intact.
"Youshoudquitnow, woman." His head lolled to one side as he stared up at her, still clinging to his glass. "Beforeyou"…hick… "Hurtyoursef."
The corners of her mouth twitched upwards, and Yoruichi ran her fingers through his strikingly bright hair. "Perhaps, luv, you've had a bit much." She pulled the porcelain cup from his grasp, and traced the fingers of her other hand against his jaw line.
He shivered as her hand continued its trail, going just below the collar of his light blue t-shirt before pulling back. "Damned"… hick… "Woman".
Just as his eyes fluttered shut, she pressed her lips to his forehead. "I love you too."
Kisuke stood in the doorway, watching the pair with ill concealed confusion. He'd probably never understand what it was the pulled them together.