"I'd like to kiss you, but I just ate sardines."
The unexpected sentence comes from his left.
A woman approaches.
Grimmjow laughs over the trance-y dance playlist the club's currently blasting.
"Don't let that stop ya."
He admires the woman's face framed by long green hair. There's a charming pink stripe across her nose and a scar on her forehead, but she's still a beauty.
Her look back at him is one of mischief and appreciation.
She opens her mouth to reply but a tikihead pulls her away.
"Nel-sama! I'm surprised at you, talking to a stranger like that!"
"Really, Dondochakka, you're ruining my fun when I was the one that drove us here?"
"What do you mean, you've been dancing non-stop since we got here, don'tcha know?"
"I won't drop a drink of alcohol since I'm designated driver! I think your love of screwdrivers unwound your brain."
The tikihead sputters.
Grimmjow hears enough and finds a table.
"Some asshole just cockblocked me!"