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Thankyou all for waiting and understanding; here's the next chapter-

Night Out

21st January, 2011 (Saturday) 6.00 p.m.

God damn, that was fun! Yeah, okay, most of the things I did weren't exactly civil- or anything like me in any way. But I was drunk. Seems like a good enough excuse when you don't act like a human being. I was atleast walking on my two feet.

The entrance to the pub was something- the guards refused to let Hitsugaya in.

"We cannot let someone that underage." One of them said. Well, what can I say? I was just glad they hadn't assumed me as an elementary kid as well.

For the first time in his life, Toshirou actually looked relieved to have someone thinking he was a child, and he was about to leave when Rangiku stopped him.

She had a weird expression on her face, and slowly she started to walk towards the guards, her heels clicking, her hair swaying and eyes dewy as she blinked rapidly at them.

Oh man, she was actually seducing a guard? I knew that very minute that she was highly desperate and serious about getting us in and making us dead drunk because Rangiku never flirts with anyone if until they give her…*ahem* …. .something in return.

If you get my drift.

"LET-ME-DOWN!" Hitsugaya was shouting and I turned my gaze away to look at Renji picking Toshirou up and marching inside the pub.

"I-I-I-I-I…." the guard was stuttering as Rangiku neared him. She looked ready for a photo shoot and twirled her strawberry-blonde hair "You guys go on ahead.." she smiled at us "I'll be….back"

"Ichigo Kurosaki, make sure you have a lot of fun, because this is your last night alive" I hissed into Ichigo's ear, but I'm not sure whether he heard me, because there was a blast of loud DJ music as we enterred.

…And this was supposed to be the town's newest pub? Apparently, I had been wrong in thinking it would not be too crowded.

Teenagers were dancing, jumping, screaming, making out- it was wild! How do teenager like these sort of stuff? The music wasn't that deafening but they definitely were! Shouting all sorts of nonsense! And then there was even worse- when they weren't shouting nonsense and doing something else with those mouths.

I almost got stamped on by the crowd, if it hadn't been for Ichigo, who held my wrist all along.

Surprisingly, he looked….good.

It's very recent that I've started to notice these things- at first he used to be just the hopeless, hot, most popular guy at Karakura High with no brains. Now, he seemed the hot, most popular guy at Karakura High with brains. And not to mention, extremely good looks.

Well, anyway, we sat down on the bar. I had no intentions of dancing- what if I got buried alive? For all I knew, it was possible.

In my life, anyway.

"Hey, Rukia, will you dance with me?" came a voice behind me.

To be honest- I thought it was Ichigo. And sort of hoped it would be. But it was Renji. Ichigo did sit straight up and look sharply at us with fire in his eyes "What?" he shot, slopping his Red Bull all over his shirt. Which was sad because he looked really nice in it. But now it stuck to him and showed his 6-pack. Which was even better.

That's when I forced myself to stop thinking nonsense. What the heck anyway?

Renji looked over at me pleadingly and I got up "Fine- let's dance."

"NO- Rukia! You do NOT dance with him!" Ichigo exclaimed, holding my wrist when I shook him off "Who the hell are you to decide what I do?" I said and went off.

"Renji, why are you exactly asking me to dance with you?" I asked as we made our way to the dance floor.

As far as I knew, it had always been Uryu-and-Orihime, Ichigo-and-Rukia, Hitsugaya-and-Rangiku and Renji-and-Tatsuki. Even if she was gone now, it didn't seem right to be with someone else's partner-in crime. I don't know what the heck I am saying. Don't mind me.

"HA! Ichigo is looking this way!" Renji cried triumphantly. I looked over at the Strawberry, who was glancing at us from second to second, looking obsessed with us "He's in love with you, Rukia!"

I pretended to not hear him. What else could I do? 'Oh gee, Renji, REALLY?'. Because that's how I wanted to react. But sometimes, you can't react like you want to react because of the fear of looking like a complete lovelorn dork.

"What?" I asked.

"Ichigo's in love with you!"

"WHAT?"
"ICHIGO IS-"

"Move over, hot-shot!" a guy with huge brown eyes and long dark hair pushed Renji away and looked at me, swirling me around. "So, did it hurt?" he called over the music.

"When?"

He twirled me and then- sort of- let me fall before catching my waist at the last moment and brought his face closer to mine "When you fell from heaven." He whispered.

That was a lame pick-up line.

To me, anyway.

And Heaven? He thinks I'm from heaven?

Well, I prefer Ichigo- who thinks I'm from hell.

"Oh, sod off!" I shouted, pushing him away when a slurred voice came before me-

"I DON'T KNOW ABOUT HEAVEN BUT IT'S GONNA HURT FRIGGIN' BAD AFTER I'M DONE WITH YOU!" a drunken Ichigo stood before me, staggering and glaring at the guy who had just picked up on me and then- he pounced on him, punching his nose.

"Ichi-!" I made to shout angrily when Rangiku (when did she return?) grabbed me, poured down the contents of a huge glass down my throat, holding my mouth shut and pinching my nose tight.

"Gentleman- break-up! Gentleman! PLEASE STOP OR I WILL HAVE TO CALL IN SECURITY!" a staff member cried.

I was flailing around helplessly. I was not getting drunk- not that time- no-way. I decided to rather die from choking rather than losing my dignity. I mean, who knew what I was going to do after the inexplicable effects of alcohol?

"DON'T EVEN GLANCE AT MY RUKIA!" Ichigo yelled as he fought Renji and Toshirou, who were holding him back.

He must've been really drunk.

And his Rukia? Since when the hell did I become his Rukia?

"C'mon, drink up!" Rangiku said into my ear. I had to swallow. I guess in the end, I didn't want to die choking in a pub watching my best friend fight for my love, wishing it was true. Well, yeah, it would've been very romantic of him if he'd meant those words, obviously. I don't know since when did I become such a girl.

Well, back to the point, I had to drink it. So I gulped down the drink, and gagged. It was terrible! It burned my throat, my whole head was knocked over, and my world was spinning round and round and round and round and round and round….

"Kuchiki-san…hic…are you alright?" Orihime, who was flushed (she was not embarrassed, but drunk) stood over me with magnified eyes, swaying slightly, and giggling.

My headache was lightening, and I don' know- but I suddenly felt like doing that again- just for the sake of having that feeling that you're being hit by an asteroid when I gulp it down in one go. So I took a glass from a waiter passing by, and downed the whole glass without stopping.

A reckless daring went through me. It felt…strangely light, and pleasant, even.

"HEY ICHIGO! I AM HERE!" I waved frantically at Ichigo and he looked at me and a wide grin broke in his face as he ran towards me.

"Rukia!" he cried happily.

Inoue almost fell off her balance when some guy held her and then took one good look at her, eyes as wide as saucers and disappeared somewhere with her.

But I think I was too drunk to care as I jumped onto Ichigo and wrapped my arms around his neck as he lifted me off my feet.

"Howzmyfavoritegal?" he asked, his voice slurred.

"She's drunk." I giggled.

That's when we kissed for the second time. I remember it oh so well.

Yeah, we were drunk and didn't mean to do it.

Not that we did would not. The only thing clear to me is that I enjoyed it. Even more than the first one, possibly. Why is it that both the situations we kissed are in such a way that I can never tell whether he really means it or not?

He pulled back, a lopsided grin on his face "So you wanna dance?"

"Of course!"

And we did the tango, of all the dances.

Everyone even made space for us to dance and clapped wildly when we whizzed around- me hanging onto him only by the shoulder as he swung me bridal style then back to my feet, spinning, swirling, arching back, being lifted off the ground…

It all was taking a toll on me, but I didn't really care. I was laughing too much- and it compensated with the feeling-damn-dizzy-and-sick-to-the-point-of-puking.

"Where did you learn to dance like that?" I cried, laughing as he placed his arm at the base of my spine. I bent all the way back and he made a swerve, then brought me flying back to him.

"I'm Ichigo Kurosaki, remember?" He grinned, eyes sparkling wildly. It's the only time I've seen his eyes show so much of emotions. I should get him drunk more often.

"TANGO, BABY!" Renji's voice cheered through the crowd.

Fifteen minutes later, Ichigo and I returned to the bar, panting, laughing, gasping for breath. My eyes had a fire in them. I knew it.

"Whatever that woman ordered-" I shouted at the bartender and pointed at Rangiku's direction (who was dragging a random guy into a dark, shadowy corner of the pub) "-WE WANT MORE!"

Renji was sitting on my left, looking drunkenly morose and playing with his stirrer.

"Hey, are you oka-" I started to say when he flung his arms around me and started to bawl "TATSUKI!"

I don't know how many drinks he had, but I don't think he needed any more of them.

"I WANT MY TATSUKI BACK! I'M SORRY- I'LL NEVER TELL YOU TO WEAR SKIRTS- I'LL NEVER MAKE A COMMENT ON YOUR-"

"HEY GET OFF HER!" Ichigo cried, pushing Renji away from me and hugging me himself "Ru-Ru-Rukia….you know…I never had any person who liiiiiiiked me like you dooooooo….thaaaankyoouuu…"

"TATSUKI!" and Renji was hugging me too.

"There, there, don't cryyyy. I will fight away ALL your sorrows! Hush!" I said happily, patting both of them on the back comfortingly.

"You make such a nice mother.." Hitsugaya mumbeled, sitting on top of the bar, cross-legged, looking at me with his glassy green eyes "May I join in-?" he asked, then swayed and fell off the bar onto the floor below, hitting Uryu on the knees, resulting in all of his drink falling forward on me.

"Ishida URYU!" I screamed and taking hold of my glass, splashed it on his face.

Less than ten minutes later, we were all drinking endlessly, throwing drinks at each other and laughing endlessly, not caring if we died. Even strangers joined us.

I don't remember what happened after my tenth drink (oh yeah, I went there). I was just have a vague memory of making out with Ichigo (well, it was fun while it lasted) and flirting endlessly with any guy I could see, and reciting Byakuya Nii-sama's plane-crash to the bartender- and spending 45 minutes throwing up in the Ladies' Room (I guess the memory of the toilet bowl staring at my face will forever be etched on my mind).

No wonder we got kicked out of the pub.

After that, we hung around the entrance, trying to gatecrash, throwing empty bottles at it, until the guards threatened to get the police involved. We had no choice but to leave.

I don't remember getting into Rangiku's car for some reason though.

I don't remember anything after that, actually. Only that I woke up the next day in my house, along with the rest of them, except Rangiku wasn't to be seen anywhere.

The first thing I did was rush to the bathroom and throw up- my head ached terribly; I felt like stabbing my skull.

Well, that was the second thing I did- rushing to the bathroom. The first thing I did was gaze at Ichigo's calm, slightly flushed face as he lay next to me under the warm rug, sleeping peacefully. He looked just so cute..

I have to admit, I have an exceptionally good sleep when I sleep next to him. We've gotten so used to it.

-Oh, for God's sake- my phone's been ringing like mad from the past hour- and it's always Rangiku! 15 missed calls already!

What is she calling me for?

Which reminds me, she wasn't there with all of us when we woke up this morning, was she? I should better ask her where she went, although its pretty obvious she'd have been at some guy's house getting laid.

But, just in case.

Guess I should pick up, it might be important.

All in all, the night out last night wasn't that bad.

Not bad at all.

A/N: That was loooooong.

I hope you guys liked it, it was as Ooc as I could make it without exaggerating it. If I haven't done it already ;)

Well, thankyou for reading, everyone!

I hope I can update soon (: