Ichigo groaned as he came round, hoping everything was a dream but the ring resting on his finger assured him it wasn't. He cursed at himself, getting dressed before even noticing the note on the bed.
'I'm down stair's in the cafe, I'm sure you'll want some answers as to what happened last night,
Grimmjow.'
Crushing the note in his grip, he stormed out of the room. Other guests moved out of the way in terror as he headed to the elevator, jabbing the button viciously. Ichigo tapped his foot impatiently in the elevator, jingling the keys to his loft. He did it whenever he was angry. 'God I need a drink,' he thought, flicking down his sunglasses when the doors opened, it was way to bright and he was caught between the stages of being drunk/hungover.
Ichigo sat down next to Grimmjow, almost slamming a fist into the table.
"Waiter," he snapped, "I want pancakes with a side of bacon, a couple hash-browns, two slices of French toast and a black coffee, no sugar with two shots of vodka, thank you," he said with a clear dismissal, turning to his wretched husband.
"Don't look at me like that I haven't been sober since the New Year started." Ichigo spoke with an off hand tone, his revelation rocked him to his core.
"We need to get a divorce." he knew he was going to say this, and he was dreading it. Grimmjow actually loved Ichigo.
"No, 'm not agreeing ta one." Grimmjow spoke in a tone that left no room for argument, Ichigo glared at him.
"This relationship is going to fuck up everything, specially my work life Grimmjow. It's not like you love me anyways, I'm just a victim in this madness," he stated, turning away from him. Grimmjow smirked, rolling his eyes.
"How could ya know what I possible feel for ya? I love ya more than life itself. What the hell is yer job?"
"Professional alcoholic, I sit in a bar and say crappy lines about some drink so people buy it." Grimmjow looked at him in shock, he glanced at him before laughing.
"Only joking, I have an advice column in the paper, ask Ichigo," he said, smiling when his breakfast was served. Grimmjow had never seen someone eat so much; he had a slight feeling it was to balance out all the alcohol in his system. He stared at him, trying to figure out why marriage would ruin his career. Eventually he just asked.
"I'm hot and single, I give advice on love most of the time because I believe in free love and crap, you can't believe in free love and be married, no freedom in that." He rolled his eyes at that, even in a marriage his best friend still managed to sleep with a different girl every night, hell his wife was in on it. If that wasn't free love then what was?
"Well 'm not getting a divorce, so who's house shall we settle in yer's or mine?" Grimmjow asked, smiling angelically. Ichigo fought the urge to throw his coffee at him.