Drunk people are just really incredibly fun to write. Fun fact! I have never, ever been drunk before, so if I write drunken-ness completely wrong, TOO BAD! I don't own Bleach or sake, but I do own the pink barman. Can't have too many of those.
Characters: Hisagi Shuuhei
Genre: Humor
Hisagi stared deep into his sake bottle and contemplated life's mysteries. Since his face was pressed against the bottle's opening, he couldn't see very far and his eye was burning from alcohol fumes.
He still thought deeply, though. Deep thoughts like: "Why is the world tilting violently to the right?" "Shunsui's haori is pink." "So's the barman…" "He's sort of pretty." "Maybe I should tell him..."
"Hey. Pinky. " The barman ignored him. When you serve to shinigami with low alcohol tolerance, you get used to this sort of thing. Besides, he'd pass out in a moment anyway.
-thunk-
-zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz-
… I couldn't really think of an ending for this, so I just made him pass out. This turned out considerably stupider than I intended. Oh well. Hopefully someone, somewhere thinks it's funny. Doubtful, though.