"What does that say about our superior officers then? You think Ude-taichou is gonna remain sober? Seriously?"
Soushi seemed fully intent on teasing his way into a drinking contest.
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"What does that say about our superior officers then? You think Ude-taichou is gonna remain sober? Seriously?"
Soushi seemed fully intent on teasing his way into a drinking contest.
"...I suppose that does put me in a corner, doesn't it?" Whoops. :smallsigh: Sigint holds up his hand in submission. "You win this fight, Soushi-sama. Although, in my defense, I'm not sure whether Ude-taichou has duties afterwards or not."
"You really want a drinking contest, don't you?"
"Well, I don't to bully you into something I know you can't win." Soushi teased some more.
Kyasarin grins.
You want a drinking contest? I'll beat you any day. I could down more than anyone in Rukongai by the time I was 20!
I said she COULDN'T get drunk. Not that she WASN'T ALLOWED to get drunk.
Sigint brushes off Soushi's teasing, sipping on sake as Kyasarin throws down the gauntlet. At that moment, it looks like Sigint just froze as though time stopped. Pray with me, Sigint-sama. Already started. He then finishes his sip and whispers to Sayuri. "Sayuri-sama, would you join me and Taganjuu in prayer for the poor souls who will go against Kyasarin-sama in a drinking contest?"
"He's obviously never seen me at work. It's ON."
Bottoms up.
She chugs the first cup.
Soushi raised his own, as if to say, 'Cheers!' and then chugged one, himself.
Sayuri gives Sigint a bemused look. Then she gives a distressed glance at the thin girl downing much greater amounts of alcohol than a person of her bodyweight should. "Sigint-san... is there something I don't know here?", she asks, frowning slightly. "Is it fine to let her drink like that? She has such slim frame..."
Soushi was by now on his third bottle. The man was a quick drinker, it seemed. He still looked fairly sharp.
"Well then, Kyasarin-san, this is going to be a very dull match if we don't speak at all. The thing is, believe me when I say I'm not good at starting conversations. So tell me something about yourself. Your favorite brand of sake will do."
She downs some more, flashing a grin at Sayuri.
Actually, I prefer a slightly more untraditional wine over sake.
"Really? I never would've guessed. I suppose a drinking girl knows best." Soushi replied after downing another dose. He also mentally filed away under "File: Kyasarin. Likes: untraditional wine."
Magatsu raised his eyebrows at the sudden mood swing in the situation, waving over the bartender. "Bring me some rice balls, katsuobushi filling. Thanks." He relaxed somewhat, taking a seat next to Sigint to watch the drinking contest. "This should be interesting... I take it your Vice-Captain has a history of drinking?"
Sigint turns to the bartender. "Would you please bring me some as well? Jelly filling in mine, if you please." Sigint then turns to Magatsu and shakes his head. "Not exactly. She just has a rather high tolerance to alcohol when she does drink."
That might be an understatement. :smalltongue:
Quite... She actually has built up a total alcohol resistance, making her incapable of getting drunk. Think of it as having got a vaccination or building an immunity to a poison.
And I just realized... Is she the youngest Vice-Captain?
Hmmm... I sure *chug* haven't had *chug* this much *chug* fun, for *chug* a while. *chug*
"I'll see to it that this bar becomes dry before you have the chance to get drunk!" Soushi bellowed defiantly as he kept on chugging.
"You're a worthy opponent indeed. But all good things must come to an end. Yours." Soushi didn't seem so much as winded for chugging so quickly. Not even a mere hiccup. What kind of a monster was he?!
Kyasarin is unimpressed. She starts chugging two bottle at a time.
Soushi remains chugging one bottle at a time, but the speed with which he does so is fascinating. Whether it'll be enough to keep up with Kyasarin remains to be seen, however.
Sigint just stares blankly at the proceedings. "This...this will end horribly for all involved."
At this point, his jelly-filled Onigiri are served to him. "Thank you." He takes a bite of one.
A few minutes after the others left Kenichi finally appeared the rooftop to the 9th division's barracks, wearing his modified shinigami costume, the sleeves torn off and bands around his hakama like the stealth force. His face, as always, was hidden by a mask, the 3rd seat jumped down from the room of the barracks, landing on one knee.
"So... what's this talk about a party...?" He asked, his voice coming out from behind his mask with a mild distortion as Kenichi stood up. He was a little taller then Hideyaki, standing six and a half-feet tall, but his build was more muscular.
Hideyaki turns around when Kenichi makes his rather over-dramatic entrance. "There is indeed a party of sorts. I believe it was at the local bar. The Captains are having a poker night, so the officers are going for a drink."
A thought strikes Hideyaki, although his face remains impassive. "... Have you been up there this entire time?"
"Yes. I was reading through some fanmail. A drink and a break sounds good though." Kenichi explained, jerking his thumb up at the roof of the barracks, adjusting his zanpakuto, which took the form of a kodachi, on his back with his free hand
"...The party is - "
A brief description of location follows.
"That should cover it. If you'll excuse me I have to go find Feiyan. Hopefully I get there before she does any permanent damage... Enjoy your party." With a blur of shunpo he is gone, and Kenichi should be able to spot that he is going to the 11th division HQ... If he wishes to follow.
"So, I'm just hoping they don't level the place. It'd be unfortunate if I couldn't come here any more." Magatsu accepted his rice balls with thanks and took a bite, watching the drinking contest bemusedly. "If I knew Kyasarin-san could be this much fun, I'd have hosted a party months ago."
Sigint leans in to whisper in Magatsu's ear. "You're forgetting one very important detail. Someone has to pay for all that." With that, he tries to think of some kind of fund he can dip into for the inevitable ungodly large bill, while quietly nibbling his onigiri.