"Lieutenant Hinamori!"
Nanao rushes to aid the lieutenant get up off the floor. With cheeks hotter than a fireball from Tobiume Momo manages to find her footing and stand up straight. She tries to act casual as she fixes her hair and straightens out her tank top returning its straps to their original position. She breathes deeply and collapses her shoulders into a more relaxed composure. She does this surprisingly well for someone who's just dry humped a stranger.
"There was no chain of fate, he is most.. most certainly human"
Mizuiro grins and his boyish good looks leave him as unassuming as ever. The three soul reapers investigating Keigo look to him next. He continues to look down upon his friend his eyes creasing as he smiles at the level of embarrassment only achievable by an Asano.
"I'm sorry. Unfortunately my friend's knees are the only things that go limp when he finds himself in the presence of beautiful ladies such as yourselves"
An awkward pause takes its time to pass as the women evaluate his comment. Hinamori still embarrased and Nanao still chastised means a response is left up to Rangiku, the one most likely to detect the sexual reference.
"Oh, I like you!"
Rangiku squeals at his flawless techniques in the valued art of flirtation. A skill that is known, used and appreciated by Squad Ten's most recognized flirt.
Captain Unohana approaches Keigo who still has not managed to get up off the ground. In a position as awkward as this one his placement, be it on the floor or standing next to his smooth talking friend, was irrelevant.
"Is everything all right here?"
Her frosty smile makes its way through the small group of Women's Association members and humans alike. A feeling of uneasiness passes through each individual's stomach, like getting caught in the midst of the dirty deed by your grandmother, er mother. I don't wish to disclose Captain Unohana's age, for reasons pertaining to the continuation of my life.
"Well actually, my friend and I came here to meet the owner of the store, you have an air of responsibility to you, have you seen him since your arrival here?"
Mizuiro has miraculously pocketed his cell phone and given Captain Unohana and the others his undivided attention. Realizing their cover, assuming they had one to begin with, had been blown by a clumsy and hormonal Keigo, the ladies boy has no choice but to take matters into his own hands. Better they be in his hands than the hands of Keigo where matters would most certainly be violated in some way.
"I'd like well to meet the owner of this shop!"
Youruichi casually walks up behind Captain Unohana to see what all the commotion was about. Always the fan of a scene whether she is the cause of it or not.
"Betcha he's a perv, maybe he'll give discounts if we model the merchandise for him?"
"You think the discount goes up with the more you show?"
As Rangiku and Youruichi discuss ways to show themselves off for beneficial and monetary purposes, Hinamori, Nanao and Unohana stand by to interrogate their uninvited guests. Nanao spoke with professionalism and added a tone of authoritativeness to her voice. As the vice president it was her job to sort this out.
"This is a private shopping trip, and seeing as you have an air of respectability to you, would you mind departing this store with your friend and what's left of his dignity?"
"Certainly, we can come back another day-"
Like an adrenaline shot to the heart, Mizuiro's words of farewell have Keigo bounding off the ground to cover his friend's mouth with the playful slap of his hand.
"We are actually employees, just starting our shifts for the afternoon"
Mizuiro looks incredulously at his friend, unsure of how he was going to pull this one off. But it was always more amusing to let Keigo dig his own grave than pick up the shovel yourself.
His throat and eyes stung with the pain of salt in an open wound. He felt around his bedside table for his soul phone. A worn hand danced around the wooden surface trying to locate the missing item.
A sudden image of him sticking his soul phone into the bosom of the bartender that had been serving him all night crossed his mind. She had been hot, a definite candidate for a one night stand. However, he was alone in his bed, a feeling that didn't do much for the Captain of Squad 8.
Shunsui looked under the covers to examine his body, he wasn't sure of the state he would find it in. He was completely clothed, and at the sight of this, a bit disappointed.
"Why didn't I bring her home?"
Immediately his subconscious provided him with an answer of another murky event from last night.
Shunsui lay down across the pile of pillows he had assembled together to create a make-shift bed. Three bottles of sake sat upright on the table. The fourth lay on its side, the small amount that hadn't been consumed slowly pooled at the opening of the bottle.
He had a room to himself in the back of the bar. Renji had been with him earlier but left due to a sudden summons from his captain. Captain Kyouraku was all alone now summoning for another bottle of sake, which he certaintly would not get. He had a case of whisky hand, which benefitted the captain.
1. It was better to have it there than a body part he could really use tonight
2. It meant that if he did receive any pleasure, it wouldn't be from himself
His sloppy signal caught the eye of a young waitress. She was all too familiar with Captain Kyouraku's drunken nights of intoxication beyond the point of remembrance. He never remembered her, Ayame Chiyo was her name, although she was the one of the few people in the whole establishment willing to serve him until his night was through.
Ayame was wearing a black dress that ended at her knee and her legs seemed to grow longer as she approached the table. She had a blue sash tied around her waist and her hair was in a ponytail tied with a ribbon of the same colour. She was an attractive woman, definitely the kind that would be able to catch even the drunk, shortened attention span of Captain Kyouraku.
"Can I help you with something sir, get you anything?"
"LITTLE!"
"A little.. what? I'm sorry captain I don't follow"
"Follow! Yes mam! I should have followed little"
"Little who?"
"Nanao! Sweet, little Nanao, although lately she's been lookin like she's hidin my bottles of sake in her shirt! And there's nothin little about my bottles of sake!"
"I see, where is Miss Nanao?"
"She.. sniff.. she and all tha women, hot hot women are going sexy shoppin without meh!"
Shunsui became saddened at the thought that a completely inappropriate trip to the world of the living was going on without him. Last month he was declined entrance to the Men's Association because of his recommendation to visit a strip club, or as he sees it, Hōzukimaru as it was meant to be used.
"Why didn't you accompany them?"
"I don't gotta go shoppin for sexy, I got it, I got it right .. right.. HERE!"
Like some sort of homage to the Hulk Shunsui ripped back his Shihakushō exposing his hairy but built chest. Ayame continued trying to converse with him, although she wasn't sure how much good it was doing.
"I'm sorry to hear that captain"
"You know, you know who ain't! Nanao, she probably happy dancin and all four eyes are dissaprovin everythin and everyone! She too good for all them, but not too good for this ol man!"
"I'm sure she's buying something for you"
"You are right! You are so right, I mean I was gonna ask ya to come home with me for a night of Captain level pleasure, I'm talkin Bankai all night long! But Nanao, I have to save myself for Nanao!"
"Well I'm going to call captain Ukitake sir, he will gladly come and pick you up I'm sure"
"I dun wanna spend tha night with Ukitake! Jus between me and you? Shini..Shin..SHINIGAMI! The shins think we got something goin on, I wear pink , that should prove to all em I'm a man and not a man's man I'm a woman's man, could be your man but I'm Nanao's man, she loves my little man.. no wait I-!"
"I understand you perfectly captain, now why don't you rest while I go contact someone to bring you home?"
Captain Kyouraku fell onto his back in a fit of sobbing laughter, pitying himself seemed like the most feasible option at the moment. The waitress walked over to the bartender accessing the captain's soul phone and called Ukitake. She left the pile of drunken man flesh to his worries of his sword not being able to satisfy his lieutenant's sheath.
Shortly after the call was made Shunsui was fast asleep, turning his make-shift bed into a real one. It took Ukitake and two members of Squad 13 to carry home the passed out captain.
Shunsui ran his hand from the top of his head down to the end of his ponytail. He grabbed his hat and put it on. He smiled thinking about the idea of Nanao arriving home later today. The very idea had him so filled of joy he had to stand up. Momentarily. A hangover was aptly named, you needed to hang over the closest piece of furniture until the rest of the room straightened itself out. He laid face down on his bed, his feet in sandals swaying over the edge. He pulled out his soul phone feeling it in the pocket of his kimono.
"Captain, I will return to finish the paperwork you haven't noticed till my mentioning it now when I return, do try and accomplish something today other than staying sober or awake – Lieutenant Ise Nanao"
Shunsui closed his phone after reading the message and slid it back into his pocket. He chuckled to himself, his deep, hoarse voice traveling loudly through the still summer air.
"Bet my girl's calling the shots, now if I can coerce her to drink as many as she's calling, we can at least get to Shikai tonight"