She was drunk, there was no doubt about that. As the lights flashed around the club, her thoughts swam through her head, bouncing around but never really sticking enough for her to pay them any mind. It was getting hard to keep her eyes open as she let her body move of its own accord to the blaring music, weaving between the warm bodies dancing around her. Chessebelle felt someone moving themselves behind her, their hands placed on her hips and guiding her into their body to dance together. Too intoxicated to fight it, she threw a glance over her shoulder and looked up at her new dance partner curiously.
Ikkaku looked down at her with a charming smile, bringing a hand to her chin as he turned her aorund to face him now. It felt as if everything was going in slow motion, Chessebelle returning his smile with a goofy smile of her own, the alcohol exacerbating her behavior. She could barely hear his laugh, his eyes closed as he leaned his head back towards the ceiling, the shinigami chuckling along with him.
They were at party in the world of the living, some random bar rumbling from the music it was playing. The whole of Soul Society was beginning to prepare assistance for the reapers in Hueco Mundo; her own Captain to join in the expedition along with Ikkaku's Captain, even Byakuya Kuchiki rumored to be going to the land that Sosuke Aizen was hiding out in.
And yet, here they were, in this neon-lit bar dancing against each other, warm and giggly with liquor coursing through their systems.
'Perhaps we could have a normal relationship.'
The thought slipped out of her grasp before she could take the time to entertain it, instead using all of her mental capacity to match her hip movements with the music that was filling her ears, focusing on Ikkaku's hands on her body.