A/N I'm BAAACK! I hope everyone is more than happy to see an update, cuz I know I am! Is that self-conceited much? Nah… Ok! Just a warning… don't even DREAM that this party will be in one measly chapter… that'd just be pathetic. No, I fully intend to take up to three or more chapters to do it. And yes, the whole time everyone will probably be thinking that this party is totally useless, just a filler, and to be honest it mostly is! I just couldn't resist writing a party, so this is the result: I go way overboard. Seriously, my friend and I just sit there in class and brainstorm. I now think everyone believes we are insane… Ah well… *Shrug* I'm sure you're all eager to read on, so I shall kindly shut the hell up now! Proceed with caution~ And enjoy~

Sunset ( Thursday )

Kuchiki Mansion

Tensa's POV

I can't fight off the grin as Kenpachi drives toward the party at the Kuchiki's house. It's been on my mind ever since this morning when I woke up, suddenly hyper, eager, and rearing to go, wondering and pondering why the hell I hadn't wanted to earlier. Ridiculous. A little party never hurt anybody, right? My grin only manages grows as I notice the sun setting off in the distance, the darkness announcing the mystery that is no doubt waiting for me. It's about time to have me some fun and fun I would have, you can count on it.

Kenpachi turns around, peering through the darkened glass between him and me.

"Remember, I'll be wandering around so if yawanna leave just come find me."

I wave my hand. "Yeah, yeah. I already know, but I wouldn't count on it," flipping my hair behind me since it fell into my eyes; I look out the window, noticing the buildings starting to fade away as we neared the mansion, my excitement only growing.

It feels like forever until we get there and upon arriving, I quickly note that the Kuchikis did not disappoint. The sun is long gone by now, the darkness seeming to give the white mansion and eerie glow and the limos are coming and going on their way, celebrities strutting out and into the building, ignoring the flashing of lights of cameras. Apparently this small scale party isn't so small anymore. Black lights are everywhere, lighting up everyone around them, making all the guests glow in the dark and I smirk. Call it intuition that I wore white to this or whatever the hell you want, but it certainly is going to make an impression.

In due time, my limo pulls up and I get out, grinning at the cameras, sending them into a frenzy. All too early for their liking, I make my way inside and look around, noticing very quickly some of the bigger names in the industry. Starrk Coyote, a world renowned director, is passed out on one of the couches, his little sister Lilinette somewhere else no doubt pestering people. Tia Harribel, an actor, converses with a huge guy by the name of Yammy, a top class bodyguard. Many others are scattered around, but I'm too busy searching for someone to burden with my presence.

Much to my delight, I quickly see Grimmjow at the bar, downing shots like water. He appears to already be drunk and I giggle as it seems that my rejection from earlier sent him into a downward spiral of depression. Maybe I can manage to make it worse before the night is over. That thought in mind I saunter over to the bar and plop down into the seat next to him, making no attempt to go undetected.

"Oi! I'll take whatever he's having," I point my thumb at the man next to me, who is glaring daggers at me and I smile down at him. "My, what a pleasant surprise. I didn't know they were allowing amateurs inside," the bluenette seems a bit taken back at my teasing.

"Che. I don't know wha' yer playin' at," he points his glass at me, "but I wouldn't fuck wit' me today, k? Good," he downs another one and holds it out for the waiter to refill, who sighs, but complies all the same.

"Aww. Did something happen to poor, unfortunate Grimmjow Jaegerjaques?" Taking a small sip, I already start to feel a satisfying sensation as I have never had a high tolerance for my alcohol, but tonight it wouldn't matter.

"None a ya business, bastard," he frowns at me as I laugh. "What're ya laughin' at?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing!" I pat him on the back, his response a grunt. "Hope you don't mind if I chill with you for a while, buddy," he sneers at my comment.

"I ain't yer f-friend," he hiccups once.

"You are for tonight. If you behave I'll behave. And I know that you want attention and how better to gain it then to be seen with Tensa?" I know it's not long before he caves under my persuasion.

"Whatever. Just don't ferget this is a one – one night thing," he hiccups again.

"Agreed," I down the rest of my drink and wave for another one.

Before I can make another smart ass comment Rukia Kuchiki appears up on the stage, grasping a microphone and smiling.

"Hello there, everyone! I'm so glad that all of you showed up here tonight, it is truly an honor! We'd like to welcome some of our more renowned guests," a giant spotlight that you only find in shows appears as she speaks, catching all the eyes in the room. "First off, a marvelous welcome to Starrk Coyote," the blinding light lands on him, causing him to blink and sit up, yawning, and a few people laugh. "Also, the lovely Tia Harribel," she nods her head as the light points her out, "We also have Yammy for your safety," he smiles and waves, acting all his part as the friendly guard.

A guy runs up to the stage and hands her a letter with gold ornaments, which she opens and smiles. "I have just been informed that we also have two very popular singers here with us tonight. Please welcome Grimmjow Jaegerjaques and Tensa!" Claps are heard as the spotlight blinds me, but I still manage to wave and smile, Grimmjow merely ignores them in favor for his alcohol. "Oh, and is that Shirosaki I see? Another round of applause!" This time Grimmjow does react, turning to glare at the albino as I watch him walk in, showcasing all his extra white teeth. "Now that introductions are out of the way, I would like to start the real show. I'm sure everyone noticed the black lights showcased outside, right?" Hoots and hollers are heard throughout the room, deafening in their loudness. "Well, we have a super surprise for all of you! The lights please!"

The lights suddenly die out, the room going pitch black and somewhere someone screams in mock horror, earning a few laughs. Out of nowhere light returns, but not from regular light bulbs. Black lights are situated all around the room and on the ceiling, the room just barely lit enough to see clearly, but enough to keep it dark and mysterious. A fog machine starts up from somewhere, producing vapor that glows eerily in the light and cheers are heard all around. Adjusting to the change in light, everyone begins to see that all the alcohol around the room glows in different colors and all the food is glowing as well.

Rukia catches everyone's attention again. "This party shall be lit by black lights. For your enjoyment, we have a variety of activities that are all illuminated by black lights! They include mini golf, paint ball, a glowing swimming pool, a bowling alley, and last, but certainly not least, at a later hour the mini fair grounds outside illuminated by none other than black lights shall be opened! Then before we kick all of you lovely people out, we shall start karaoke! We fully expect a show from everyone! Don't forget, alcohol will be available at all hours, so help yourself! Please enjoy yourselves while you are here!" Everyone claps as she bows and ducks off, leaving the crowd to go wild.

Within seconds people are crowding around the bar and rushing off with friends to the different sections of the house, no doubt trying to find all the things mentioned. I notice Shiro look over in our direction and smirk at the sight of a very depressed and a very drunk Grimmjow, but it falls when he sees me smiling at him. A girl goes up to him, trying to flirt, no doubt, but he mutters something and pushes her away, stalking toward me. Oh, goodie! Another addition to our fun little group. Looking down at Grimmjow I sneer, realizing that this isn't really much of a fun group.

"Tensa?"Shiro pauses and looks at me in confusion and suspicion.

"Good evening, Shirosaki. Have you arrived to join our little party of two?"

Shiro looks shocked. "Yer chillin' wit' Grimmy here?"

I realize that I need to keep up my act as Tensa, no matter how small or insignificant. Cocking my head to the side, I smile. "Grimmy? That's quite the nickname," I elbow the drunk Grimmjow playfully who swats at me in annoyance.

"It's not mah fuckin' nickna-ame," he continues to hiccup, and I force down a chuckle. "Asshole won't drop i-it," he raises his glass again, but when the waiter walks by he simply plucks the whole bottle out of the waiter's hands and swallows the liquid down, earning a highly disapproving look, but Grimmjow only proceeds to flip him off.

"Uh… guess I'll chill wit' ya guys," Shiro shrugs and sits next to me. "Wha' first?"

I grin. "Get drunk until we can't walk or think straight sound like a plan?"

Both look at me in shock, but soon grin and we all steal full bottles of alcohol, clinking them together.

"Perfect," Grimmjow purrs.

"Sounds like a hell'uv'a plan."

"Deal," we all down half our bottles in one go.

~~~ Hours later

Shiro's POV

I'm just standing there, staring at all the idiots that this party seems to have produced. Even sane people, like Tensa, are drunk and running around like a bunch of fools, acting like a bunch of children. Sure, I'm not really one to talk as I'm a bit tipsy, but I'm not even close to these people. One thing that I had quickly realized quite a bit ago was that I could hold my alcohol to the point it was nearly impossible for me to get nearly as wasted as everyone else seems to be. Sighing, I watch as Tensa hits the golf ball, the white object bouncing around on the course before it finally settles a few feet away from the hole.

"Hah! Take that, Grimm," he laughs when Grimmjow sneers at him.

"I can do better than tha," he stands there for a few minutes staring at the ball before he hits it to the best of his drunken ability, which isn't very good, mind you.

The ball goes rolling down the straightway, landing a just a few inches away from Tensa's ball. He laughs in glee as Tensa only frowns, taking another swig from his bottle.

"Bring it on, blue boy," Tensa takes his spot, not even acknowledging the fact that it's my turn and I sigh.

It may be nearly impossible to get me totally wasted, but that doesn't mean I can't make it happen. I grab another bottle from yet another pissed off and irritated waiter, flip them the finger, and take a long deep gulp, wiping my mouth when I'm done.

~~~ 2 hours later

Grimmjow's POV

All three of us celebrities are drunk off our ass by this point, crashing and cursing as we try to finish their first round of golf. I'm currently on my stomach, staring at the golf club and the ball that is a measly two inches away from the hole. Tensa or Shiro earlier had commented, saying I was going 'Tiger Woods' on the ball, but I ignored them.

"Hurry up, Grimmy," Tensa whines as he leans on Shiro, watching me trying to make it that few extra inches.

"Husssh," I slur as I lick my finger, holding it up to as to test the wind. "Wind, wind… Air conditioner," I smile at the realization.

The air from that stupid fucking conditioner must have been fucking me up this whole time!

"Shiro, my score?" I growl as I stand up and aim to the left of the hole, knowing the air will blow it back.

Shiro sighs and looks down at the card, giggling at it.

"You would have 64 over par," they both snicker.

"Stop fuckin' laughin'… I'll come back, just ya watch!" I lose my balance and stumble to the side, falling flat on my ass.

They both break out in roaring laughter, holding their stomachs as they laugh at me.

"Oh my God! It's too fuckin' good!" Tensa screams as he falls on the floor, pounding the floor as he laughs at me.

"Shut tha-tha fuck up!" Fuck! The hiccups are back.

This only seems to make their laughter increase, both howling at me, Shiro doubling over as he barely manages to breathe.

"I'll show ya," forcing myself back onto my feet, swaying dangerously to one side, I grit my teeth and manage to stay up.

Concentrating for all I'm worth and trying my best to block the two idiots out, I barely tap the ball. It seems like it's finally going to go in, before it suddenly swerves to the left, just teetering on the edge, but not enough for it to fall in, yet just enough to taunt me.

"DAMN IT!" Smashing the golf club down, it bends and makes a horrible sound.

Holding it up, the thing is bent at a dangerous angle, looking more at this point like a boomerang than a club. Frustrated, I roar, the two behind me beginning to laugh at me again. The next thing I know I feel something crash into the side of my head and I'm out.

~~~ Somewhere else ( Time skip to earlier )

Calli's POV

I just stand there looking around. Tensa, Shiro, and Grimmjow were at the bar, tormenting the poor bartender with demands of refills, the victim soon becoming fed up and just leaving them a bunch of bottles, much to their obvious pleasure. I watch around, shaking my head at all the stupid people that seemed to be running by.

"Wasn't this supposed to be a sophisticated gathering?" I mutter to myself, not really expecting anyone to hear me or listen, for that matter.

"It was originally. How this happened, I still am unsure," Jumping as a new voice speaks up from next to me, I throw my hands up between us.

Upon further notice, I see that the elder Kuchiki, Byakuya Kuchiki, was standing there next to me for who knows how long, watching everyone as I had been.

"Did I frighten you? I apologize as that was not my plan," he looks at me as I sigh.

"No, just surprised me is all. You never know what to expect with all these fools set free and given free reign," I shrug as I move back to where I was originally standing.

"You make a valid point. If I had known it would have become this out of control, I would have never allowed this party to be authorized," the stoic man frowns as he stares at a bar fight, one guy named Nnoitra laughing and smashing an empty bottle over a bald guy's head.

"What? I heard that you were the one to plan all of this."

He shakes his head. "Sadly it was not I. Rukia begged me to throw a party under the guise as me throwing it, something about 'improving my social standing'," he sighs.

"Oh, that stinks."

He nods his head and we continue to watch the idiots and their actions before I grow bored and wander off, doubting that he even noticed. I find myself wondering around, even laughing occasionally when I see someone acting specifically idiotic, which is quite often. I raise my eyebrows in amusement when I see a small feminine male whine and cling to some poor person that I don't recognize as it's more than apparent that the attention is very unwanted. My eyes widen in surprise when the small boy slaps the guy, fleeing with tears in his eyes. I'm curious as to what happened, but I mentally wave it off. If they're here that means it's sure to be in some magazine tomorrow.

I quickly notice that I'm aimlessly strolling down a corridor, doors as far as the eyes can see. Turning around quickly when I hear some not so pleasant noises coming from the door on my left,I only make it a few steps before a little girl with blonde hair and pink eyes latches onto my arm from out of virtually nowhere.

"Uh…" Looking down, I glance at the girl that's only a few inches shorter than me.

"Will you play with me?" The girl asks, blinking with wide eyes, and I stand there with my mouth agape at the random question.

"Uh… I don't know. After all, I don't know who you are," she just frowns and pulls harder on my arm in resilience.

"Oh, come on," she rolls her eyes. "I'm not some pedophile. It's just that other people find me too annoying," she huffs in annoyance. "They just don't know how to have fun, if you ask me. Boring, all of them!"

"I guess I could then… What do you want to play?" I ask, albeit hesitantly.

She smiles in victory. "Something simple like… Golf! And my name's Lilinette."

"Calli," I answer out of habit and silently slap myself.

"Alright! Let's go!" She tugs on my arm, surprising me with her strength.

We walk toward the golf course and I shake my head in amazement at all the drunk people that seem to have swarmed here. It's not long before we finish the course, Lilinette complaining about three drunk guys that we had to skip around since they couldn't seem to finish it and about losing.

"Who the hell are you to get 26 under par?" Stomping, she demands an answer.

"I'm not sure. Luck maybe?" I've never been one to brag, choosing just to write it off as luck or something else instead of taking full credit.

"I want you to meet my big brother. He's the only one that good around here. Maybe he'll even play you!" Curiosity arises, and I nod before we take off to find her brother, swerving and avoiding people that seem to be passing the time fighting.

Lilinette then proceeds to drag me off to where her big brother is, who turns out to be Starrk Coyote. I can't do anything but stand and gawk at the man as he wakesup to his sister jumping on him, yelling and making a fuss.

"Wake up you lazy bastard! I want you to meet my new friend!" She slaps him across the face and I stifle a laugh at the odd scene.

"Ok, ok. I'm up," he whines as he sits up, yawning. "Where are they?"

"Over here!" She skips over to me, clinging onto my arm. "And she got 26 under par, Starrk! I bet she could beat you!"

At this he seems to perk up, looking at me with a new respect. Huh, guess the director known for all his accomplishments also has a thing for golf. At least, mini golf.

"26 under, huh? Maybe I'll take you on then," he stands up and stretches. He makes small tsk'ing noises as things pop and snap. "Don't know why I'm bothering, in all actuality," he complains as we have to walk all the way back, avoiding yet again all the fighting drunks who seems to have multiplied in numbers. "I'll win anyways. I always do."

"I doubt it! She's really good!" Lilinette brags for me, standing taller in pride.

"We'll see, won't we?" He smirks at me, causing me to grin at the obvious challenge, my more competitive side automatically making an appearance.

"Yes we will," we being to walk together to the golf course.

Thus the battle for the title began. We are pretty evenly matched, strike for strike, hit for hit. About half way through we had to stop as Lilinette began to complain that her feet hurt, so Starrk and me watched the other people playing and talked.

"So how did you find yourself in this mess of alcohol induced celebrities," he mumbles around a yawn as we watch a particular group begin fighting with their golf clubs like the people from 'Star Wars', even making the sound effects. The one girl looked horribly familiar, dishwater blonde hair curled as she laughed while fighting the girl with brown hair, who managed to nick her in the side, but I choose to ignore the feeling of familiarity.

"I'm not quite sure actually… I was just walking down the street when someone invited me in and feeling I had nothing to lose, accepted," I roll my eyes. "I think I regret it now."

Starrk laughs at that. "You think you regret it? I regret coming to it, and I chose to come here in the first place falling in Lilinette's web of lies."

We both laugh at that, Lilinette eying us suspiciously as she tore her eyes away from the two girls. She stands up and announces that she's fine now and we continue. We reach the last hole in record timing despite having to wait for the slower people in front of us, noticing that the three same guys are on the other court still on the last hole.

"Aren't those the same three guys?" I whisper to Lilinette as she glares at them.

"Yeah. I should go over there and kick them out!" She threatens at empty air, but I already know she won't do anything from my short time around her and that if she actually does keep her word, Starrk will be the one doing all of the actual work.

It's my turn up and I take the spotlight, aiming and planning for all I'm worth. Just as I swing, sure that I'll get a hole-in-one, a deep roar to my left results in me turning in that direction out of instinct, swinging and hitting the ball towards the sound.

I'm sure nobody except our group sees the little rainbow ball flying across the distance between us and them. It doesn't take long for it to make contact with the side of a guy with blue hair head. Flinching, I watch as the man goes down, body making a solid 'thump' as it hits the floor. One of his group members starts cackling at this site as they start rolling on the floor at the sight of the man getting knocked out cold by a rainbow golf ball.

"Oh, oh! It-it's too good!" The guy rolling on the floor that I now recognize as Tensa screams from his spot on the floor, bottle of booze rolling on the course and away from him as he dropped it on his fall to the floor.

The albino that I recognize as Shiro stands there in shock before he smiles.

"Op, looks like he's out. Thanks stranger!" He waves at me as I stand there and watch in fascination as they grab his hands and feet, dragging him out and off the golf course.

Choosing to ignore them, I go to continue our game, but before I'm even able to turn around something heavy falls against me. Twisting around, I realize that Starrk must have fallen asleep… and landed on me as a pillow! I look for Lilinette, but quickly notice that she already fled with no intention of helping me out of this predicament I'm suddenly in. "Darnit."

~~~ Minutes Later

Grimmjow's POV

Opening my eyes, I feel like somebody ran over my head with a lawnmower. Groaning, I sit up to find Tensa and Shiro lounging on some couches next to me.

"Oh, looks like Grimmy is awake," Tensa snickers at me.

"Shut tha' fuck up," I snarl. "And who won?"

"Well… I finished wit 12 over par, Tensa wit 53 over par, and ya, mah friend, wit 69 over par," they both chuckle at the perverted number and I growl.

"I never got ta finish mah hole!" I yell in anger. "Who ta fuck knocked me out? I'll kill em!"

"No need to get so worked up about it. You wouldn't have won anyways," Tensa frowns as he holds his bottle upside down, not a drop escaping even when he shakes it, all of the liquid gone.

I see red. I fucking lost? I refuse to accept that. They must have cheated. Yeah, that's it. They both cheated. Then I'll get revenge! But how do I get revenge on these fuckers… A glowing, blinking bright yellow neon sign catches my eye in front of me.

Black Light Paintball

I smirk. Absolutely fucking perfect. I jump up and grasp their arms, dragging them in the darkness with an evil laugh as they struggle against me. The last sound they'll hear is my laugh and they'll always remember getting their asses handed to them by yours truly, the one and only Grimmjow-fucking-Jaegerjaques. This is going to be a whole hell of a lot of fun, that's for sure. I release another cackle fit for a madman. Fun indeed… for me!

A/N Well… to be quite truthful this chapter is definitely not as amazing as I thought it'd be, but the next ones should be much better! I have many plans for our trio of drunken, and one angry, celebrities! *Evil laugh* My friend helped me with a lot of these ideas, and some of this is even in her point of view! That's the part that really needs to most improvement, but I really don't know what to do since it's from her point of view… What can I say? Something will be figured out eventually. Anyways, how did you like it so far? Hope you did enjoy it, even though I am a bit disappointed in it. Maybe the next chapter will be better, yes? Let's hope so! Don't forget to review, pwettypwease~ I appreciate all my reviews, I truly do! Tara, out!