I'd been hoping to get this up sooner, but work got in the way. The only time I hate working retail more than at Christmas, is during back to school. Anyways, it's getting up now. Hopefully I'll have time to update another story today as well. Thanks to something Defiant Vixen said in her review I'm planning another one shot. Oh, and sorry to disappoint, but no, there will be no Kyouraku fangirls in this chapter.
Warnings: FemUkitake, drunk Ukitake, and tequila
Music: Joan Jett and the Blackhearts – Bad Reputation/ I Love Rock N' Roll (I know she wasn't around 2,000 years ago, but work with me.) Don't own the songs, by the way.
Story Time
Chapter 2: Ukitake+tequila=Wow
"This has to be the most boring party ever," Yoruichi complained, laying her head down on the table. "You'd think, with this being graduation and everything, it wouldn't be such a downer."
"You're just upset because they're not serving any liquor," Ukitake said, tucking a long white strand behind her ear.
"Which should be a crime."
"After the last party Kisuke and Shun threw can you blame them?"
"True," Yoruichi sighed, lifting her head. She studied her friend for a moment, giving a little 'hmm' as she did so. Ukitake leaned away from her slightly. She knew that look, and it was never good. "Come on!" Yoruichi stood up suddenly, grabbing Ukitake's arm and dragging her away from the party.
"Where are we going?"
"To get changed."
"Why?"
"We're going to find a real party."
/
"Are you sure about this?" Ukitake asked, pulling at the hem of her skirt. She'd let Yoruichi talk her into many things before, but this one had to take the cake.
"You look amazing. Would you stop worrying?" Yoruichi would only admit it to herself, but she was a little jealous that her clothes looked better on the white haired woman than they did on her. She'd dressed Ukitake in a light blue, short sleeved blouse, leaving the first three buttons undone. She also wore a short black skirt that showed off a generous amount of Ukitake's long legs, but not so much to be scandalous. To finish up the outfit, Yoruichi had leant her five silver bangles which had been placed on her left wrist, a black lace necklace, the silver charm resting against her throat, and black boots.
When Yoruichi opened the door to the bar laughter and music spilled out. The black haired girl looked over her shoulder to see that Ukitake hadn't moved. She gave an exasperated sigh before grabbing the white haired woman's wrist, pulling her inside and toward the bar. The men who were already there moved to make room for them, smiling at them. Ukitake let Yoruichi order her drink, which was to be her biggest mistake of the night.
"What is this?"
"Tequila, it has a kick to it but you'll like it."
Ukitake gave the glass a suspicious look before taking a sip, Yoruichi throwing her's back in one go. "It's not bad," she said, taking another sip. Yoruichi gave her signature cat like smile, ordering another. She handed it to Ukitake who took it less tentatively than she did the last one.
/
Yoruichi blinked, staring as Ukitake jumped up and down. She had just won a game of pool; how she had done so when she was completely drunk on who knows how many shots of tequila she'd never know. The man she had beaten stood next to her, his straw hat hiding his eyes as he talked to the white haired woman.
"I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation/You're living in the past it's a new generation."
As the song came on Ukitake seemed to perk up, talking excitedly to the man. He threw his head back as he laughed before offering Ukitake his hand. "What are they doing?" Yoruichi muttered. Her eyes widened as the man helped her friend up onto the pool table. "No way."
People cheered as Ukitake stood up fully on the table, the song blasting around the small establishment. Bolstered by the shouts of encouragement Ukitake began to dance, and not in a very modest, Ukitake like, way at all. It took Yoruichi a minute to hear, but she was singing along with the song as well, her light voice not really compatible with the hard beat of the music.
When the song ended Ukitake moved to step off the table until the next song started, the same hard beat pulsing through the bar. The man smiled up at her, saying a few quick words before Ukitake moved to start dancing again. "Okay, that's it," Yoruichi said, pushing her way through the crowd and up to the pool table. "Jūshirō, it's time to go."
Ukitake blinked at the sound of her name, taking a moment to realize Yoruichi was there. "Yoruichi!" she said happily, sitting down and sliding off the table, much to the disappointment of most of the establishment. She threw her arms around Yoruichi, hugging her tightly.
"Jūshirō, you're really drunk. We need to go," Yoruichi said, unwrapping herself from the other girl.
"Go?" Ukitake pouted. "But Sota was going to let me do jello shots off his stomach," she said, indicating the man with the straw hat.
Yoruichi blinked in shock once again before making a silent vow never to let Ukitake drink tequila again. "What about Shunsui?"
Ukitake tilted her head to the side, her long hair falling over her shoulder. "Do you think he'd let me do jello shots off his stomach?"
"Yes!" "Definitely!" "Hell yeah!"
"Ah, it's so wonderful that everyone knows me so well."
"Did it just get really hot in here?"
"Any more interruptions and I won't continue the story. Good, that's more like it."
Yoruichi simply grabbed Ukitake's wrist. "Wait, wait!" the white haired woman said, pulling back. "I won our game, Sota owes me."
The man's smile caused Yoruichi to glare at him. At least he knew better than to touch her. "What can I do for you, my white haired angel?"
Ukitake smiled, pointing at him. "Your hat!"
Sota blinked, clearly not expecting that. "My hat?" Ukitake nodded, pulling her other hand out of Yoruichi's grip, holding both out in front of her expectantly. "Very well," he said removing the hat and placing it in her hands.
"Thank you," she said pleasantly, before turning around to head for the door. Yoruichi threw one last glare at the man before following her.
She found Ukitake standing outside looking around confused. "Where are we going now?"
"Home," Yoruichi said firmly, turning her in the right direction. "I can't believe I have to be the responsible one, that's your job, you know," she muttered. "Really, Ukitake, you are so lucky Shunsui's not here. He may love you, but he'd never let you live this down."
"Shun," Ukitake said smiling, practically glowing, clearly not listening to Yoruichi.
"Yes, yes, Shun. Let's get you to him so you can become his problem."
/
"Yoruichi, what're you doing here this late?" Kyouraku asked, yawning.
Yoruichi shook her head, pushing a still smiling Ukitake forward. "Here," she said before disappearing.
"Juu, what..?" was all Kyouraku managed to get out before Ukitake threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly.
"Shun!" She kissed his cheek before nuzzling close to him.
"Have you been drinking?"
"Yoruichi took me to a bar!"
Kyouraku sighed, pulling Ukitake inside. "All right, let's get you to bed."
"Oh, here," she said, placing the straw hat she still held on his head. "I won this for you."
Kyouraku paused, looking in a mirror, deciding that the hat suited him. However, in the one moment he'd taken his eyes off her Ukitake had disappeared. "Shit."
He found her in the kitchen, popping a piece of chocolate into her mouth. "Juu, you…" he began, only to be stopped when his lover popped another piece of chocolate inside his mouth. "You're going to be like this all night, aren't you?"
Ukitake tilted her head again. "Maybe, I'm not sure."
Kyouraku sighed before picking a surprised Ukitake bridal style. "Yoruichi is in so much trouble," he muttered to himself, before addressing the woman in his arms, who had wrapped her own arms around his neck. "Have you ever been this drunk before?"
"Nope!"
"Don't be so happy about it. You're going to feel awful in the morning."
/
Never before had Ukitake wanted to kill anything so much as she did the bird that was chirping outside her window. "Shut up, shut up, shut up," she muttered, hiding her head under her pillow.
"Good morning, sunshine!" Kyouraku said happily, smiling as he leaned against the doorframe. He was promptly rewarded with a pillow being thrown at his face. "Have we learnt our lesson?"
"Go away, Shun," Ukitake moaned miserably.
He simply shook his head as he sat down on the bed next to her. "Here, drink this, it'll help."
"I don't want to drink anything."
"My poor Juu," Kyouraku said sympathetically. "I went to Unohana this morning. It'll help get rid of your hangover."
"Will you go away if I do?"
"No."
Ukitake rolled over, glaring at him as she grabbed the glass he held out to her. "Fine." When she finished she fell back on the pillows, already beginning to feel better. "Thank you, Shun," she whispered, smiling up at him before chuckling softly. "Where'd you get that hat?"
"Hmm? You gave it to me."
"When?"
"Last night, after Yoruichi brought you home."
"Oh no," she whispered horrified as last night began coming back to her. "I'm going to kill Yoruichi!"
He raised an eyebrow. "What did happen last night?" Ukitake just moaned, rolling over.
"What happened here?"
"Hey, Kisuke. When'd you get here?" Kyouraku asked, Ukitake letting out another groan that sounded suspiciously like 'go away.'
"Just now. I thought I'd come see how our beautiful Jūshirō was doing after last night's exploits."
"Yoruichi told you what happened? Juu here only moans when I ask her about it."
Urahara shook his head. "No, all she told me was that Jūshirō got very drunk and she was going to kill some guy named Sota."
"Right before I kill her!"
/
"So that's where my hat came from?" Kyouraku muttered, removing his hat to study it.
"You did a table dance?" Ichigo asked, clearly seeing Ukitake in a whole new light.
"Yoruichi, I can't believe you."
"Wait," Hitsugaya said. "If that's how you got your hat, how'd you get your kimono?"
Kyouraku and Yoruichi's faces both fell at that question, while Ukitake seemed to perk up, smirking slightly. "That is one story I would be willing to tell."
"No!" Yoruichi practically shouted. "You wouldn't!"
"Juu, I think we've had enough stories for tonight."
"Surely," Byakyua said perfectly, showing no sign of being effected by all the drinks he'd had, "you wouldn't keep us all wondering?"
"You're just mad cause I told the story about the time you dyed your hair hot pink," Kyouraku muttered.
"Well, it's agreed then, one more story."
"Do we have any tequila?" Yoruichi muttered, earning a slight glare from Ukitake.
/
And that's why you never get Ukitake drunk. Next up is Yoruichi, with a little bit of Kyouraku thrown in for fun.