Full House
“Well, looks like he’s not coming back.”
"If I wasn't already almost executed, I'd lend a hand."
The woman that enters is not the powerful soul that he had sensed pursuing him, and yet it seemed this description was fitting nonetheless. The woman behind him had of course garnered the drunk’s attention, from her stride towards the table, to when she had ordered a drink especially.
“Shame.”
Suiyo says, having finished sucking up the remainder of his own sake bottle through a wooden straw. His back turned to the woman with these words, he would now swivel in his chair, turning to face her in one smooth moment. The straw sticks out of the corner of his mouth like a piece of grass, as his crimson hues lock upon the Oki’s own emeralds.
“I would have liked that.”
Suiyo had spotted the tall beauty right before the games had started, and like all tall beauties, he sensed something about her. Preoccupied with his own unexpected fight, as well as his dramatic run in with the law, Suiyo hadn’t been able to even catch the woman’s name. He did recall however that he had wished her luck, and hoped that at the very least that helped her out. After all, some might consider it bad fortune to be wished luck by a drunk man. Unfortunately, by her demeanor, choice of setting, and that dangerous look on her face, Suiyo had an inkling of how it went.
“The academy had a surprise visit from the Twelfth Division’s Nyūraku.-”
As the shinigami square went about his personality-less drabble, Suiyo would wink at Honoka, turning back on his stool. As he shifts, one fourth division nurse swaps his empty bottle with a full one, her arm striking out like a cobra, before she slithers away back into the shadows. Suiyo however, seems not to notice, as he sticks his straw into the new bottle and begins drinking its contents like a juice box. For a moment he is content, until yet another pair of shinigami walk through the door.
“Man, I have not had a drink in a long time. ”
"A bar, oh goody."
Was this is the only bar in the entire rukongai? Suiyo had dipped into this seemingly non-conspicuous establishment in order to confront whoever was following him. Instead, after just being arrested by the Shinigami, and trying to hide from his shinigami tail, he found himself in a bar crowded with several of them. There was just too much heat for a man who just narrowly escaped prison. What’s worse, none of these souls had been the one he had intended on confronting in the first place.
“Yup time to go.”
Suiyo mutters to himself, causing his entourage of nurses to widen their eyes. They had just received a moments break, and him going back out into the festival meant it was going to be all hands on deck. As he stumbles towards the entrance the drunk doesn’t bother to look over his shoulder back at the woman. She is now surrounded by coworkers trying to grab her attention every which way, a popular person it seems. Plus, Suiyo isn’t good with goodbyes. Well, maybe this once…
“See you arou-” “You…”
Hey, About That
A fiery young woman bursts through the door, catching the scorn of the patrons even beyond the oki woman, and even beyond her shinigami compatriots. She storms towards the fleeing Suiyo, who is forced to backtrack. He walks backwards as she charges him, grabbing a bottle off the bar in fury.
“I NEVER forgot your face.”
Uhoh, another scorned lover? Come to think of it, being televised was not a great way to stay inconspicuous. As she storms the swordsman, what remains of his shoulders shrug, his blush intensifying as his lips move to form words.
“I’m NEVER gonna forget what you DID to me!”
Oh no, this is a scorned lover for sure. The beautiful baby blues of her eyes were corrupted by the sheering hatred of a lifelong grudge. Suiyo’s singular red eye squints, locking with her ceruleans, as he tries to recall her face. This lasts but for a single second, before she watches his eye slowly drift downwards and widen, peering at her breasts. Analyzing these with an even greater scrutiny, his face upholds all seriousness, though it has become bright red. Yet even these beauties were unfamiliar.
“I’m NEVER gonna forget what you TOOK from me! I swore to my mother and my father, the day you crawled back to the Rukongai, I’d get my revenge!”
Ah, so it was like that. Perhaps this woman was once an innocent and pure young maiden, until the handsome swordsman strolled through town one night. With a tarnished reputation, she couldn’t help but grow into the drunk mess she appears to be.
“Listen hun, sometimes-”
Her fist slams into the bar, causing Suiyo to fall backwards back onto his stool.
“But first!”
Suiyo’s black brow raises as she grabs a saucer from the air, filling it with his sake, before sitting it down beside him. Slack jawed, his gaze follows the saucer downward until it placed in front of him. With such a downward gaze, he witnesses the woman’s exposed chest bounced jubilantly, his jaw remaining slacked. A droplet of blood falls from his nose, which is quickly caught in the handkerchief of one of the nurses, who has rushed over at full speed. With the blood soaking the silk cloth, she folds it four times into a perfect triangle, then tucks it tightly into her chest for safe keeping.
“We drink.~”
“KAAAAAAAAAAAAN-"
“-PAI!”
Suiyo shouts so loud that the very walls of the bar shake, he shouts like a desperate shinigami calling upon the ultimate power of their bankai. Only, instead of a potent release of reiatsu, the drunkard instead spits his straw out at a breathtaking speed. Flying like an arrow, it hits the end of the sake bowl, causing the liquid contents within to go soaring into the air. Catapulted, the air-born sake flies straight into the drunk’s open mouth, mimicking the arc and intensity of taking a shot!
Finally! All he had wanted was for a shinigami to offer him a damn drink! He was starting to wonder if they even knew how to party at all! Why throw a festival if you weren’t going to be festive? Aren’t they here to celebrate? Where is the celebration?!
“Let’s talk about that total loss Zanpakuto. Mukizu right?”
Ah, there's the catch. That’s what this woman had wanted the entire time, this shinigami-pursuer. Just like the nark-monk who turned out to be alright, this woman wants to pry information out of the drunk. For all their pride and boasting, its clear that shinigami fear nothing more than the unknown. Where Suiyo sees a challenge, the Gotei Thirteen see a threat. Still, this bodacious babe from Suiyo’s past had a lot more effective interrogation tactic. Refilling the bowl with sake, she holds it up towards his lips in offering. An offer which is quickly accepted. As Suiyo sips from the bowl, he looks up to the stranger, who seizes the opportunity.
”How’d you do it huh? How’d you fix it!?”
Suiyo pulls away from the bowl, a refreshing sigh escapes his lips as sake dribbles from the corner of his mouth. Unable to wipe it with his own hands, he instead lets it drip onto and soak the wood of the bar. Fulfilled, having been feed a drink by a beautiful woman, and offered such be yet another, Suiyo’s time in this Shinigami bar turned out to be fruitful after all. However, unlike the other patrons, he wasn’t here for business, but pleasure. Standing to walk once more from the bar, he heads towards the establishment's exit, the nurses running ahead to get a head start. As he passes by the topless stranger, the only response the woman gets is an amused…
“With my own hands.”
