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"If I wasn't right, you wouldn't be giving me that death glare."

Who: Rangiku Matsumoto, Yumichika Ayasegawa
What: Drinks and gossip times after Rangiku’s big night out.
When: After this network exchange and the drinky date.
Rating: Medium, or C for Catty
Status: Complete!



Rangiku was late again. Yumichika almost looked miffed, if not for the fact he was comforting himself by sipping on a profoundly girly strawberry sunrise, with intervals of checking himself in a compact mirror, to make sure he didn’t look mussed up. If there was a fate worse than death, it was looking mussed up. Or having a blemish. The horror of it all.

And yes, of course he has a compact mirror in his overpriced messenger bag. One has to always be prepared for a fashion or beauty related emergency.

Rangiku headed in and smiled. "Sorry got distracted! " As always. She looked good but tired as if she was trying too hard to make everything work at home.

"Hope I'm not too late? " She asked as she sat down across from him a smile on her lips. She waved a server over and ordered herself a girlie drink to start.

"Dark circles. DARK CIRCLES," Yumichika protested, holding up one hand and turning his face away, because she looked like she needed more sleep or some concealer. They really weren't that bad, but he was trying to get a point across that he noticed something was up, already.

"You're about twenty-eight minutes late, but I forgive you. Again. Somehow." He had tapped a fingertip against the rim of his glass and nodded that he wanted another of the same, before leaning in to get a better look at her. "Late night? Did your hot date keep you up? Tell me everything."

He was curious as hell to know why there was all the fuss about Gin. Including doing his part to let her know she should be careful.

She laughed softly hiding her face In her hands. Then she pulled them away to smile at him.

"I'm truly sorry! " And she was. She hasn't meant to be late. "No. Trying to actually work is evil. I want my photoshoots back." She put on a perfect frown. But didn’t hold it too long. Frown lines evil.

"Well we started at the sake bar. Oh man such good sake!" She started then described the outfit she had had on.

"You actually working is something I find utterly hilarious," Yumichika replied, then looked like he was on the edge of his seat, listening. Not just about the drinking, but also about the outfit. "Fantastic. Blind him with your breasts. It's your usual ploy during dates. Did he fall for it? What did he say? More details, please."

Rangiku sighed softly then smiled brightly.

“Well not really. I mean, I’m sure he did to a point. I don’t think I’ve met ANYONE who hasn’t gone all bug eyed at the girls. They do their job pretty well, I think.” She smirked a bit. “Okay well not too many people ANYWAYS.” She brushed hair out of her eyes.

“We talked about this and that, nothing real deep or anything. Told me he was an accountant. Then there was more drinking involved. Lots of sake. We both got pretty hammered, although he tried to cheat and not drink his share. I fixed that, of course.” She was at least honest.

“Waitress called us a cab, and we drank more at my house, then passed out. He hit the floor like a sack of potatoes and I pretty much sprawled on the bed. Woke up to him on the floor with a magazine plastered to his face,” she laughed. “Talked a bit more then he started to leave, then gave me this ghost whisper thing of a near kiss then slipped out the window.” She looked up at Yumi.

Yumi looked like she had his undivided attention for a moment, pausing to sip his drink as he listened. That was until he heard what Gin did for a living and scrunched his nose up ever so slightly. It had to be slight, because nose wrinkles would be eww.

"An accountant? Really? Everyone's wary of an accountant? What's he going to do, papercut everyone to death?" Yumichika rolled his eyes like maybe the worrying was unfounded, and then waved a hand like he was going to dismiss that and concentrate on something else. "So he almost made a move, which is surprising, considering most simply skip straight ahead to the groping when you're around. And you didn't try to punch your fist through his skull. Unbelievable. As unbelievable as you with an accountant, which has to be about the most boring job there is. Hands down. Ever."

She laughed. "I hit him at the bar. He poked the girls and got decked so he didn't escape unscathed. I was more shocked than angry when he didn't try a real move. " Yumi was right. Most guys tried for serious gropes not sweet. It was weird.

"Yeah I agree. But it could be a worse job. He could be an irs tax collector." She grinned at him.

"Oh gaaaaaawd." If Yumichika rolled his eyes any harder, they might get stuck in his skull that way. "That would be awful. He'd probably wear socks in bed and read romance novels written by men every night."

His mood went from disdain to gloating in an instant, when he accused her, "You have the hots for him because he didn't try to faceplant in your fun bags."

Then Yumi lifted his drink to his lips and made a little 'hm!' sound before he took a sip.

She shuddered at the thought of him reading romance novels. That sounded awful.

"That's disgusting. " She blushed a bit. "Do not!!!!!!!" She protested as she stared at him then grabbed her drink to sip it.

"Dooo too. It's so obvious, because you are protesting too much," Yumichika pointed out, switching out his emptied drink, for the full one that was waiting for him. Girl drinks. Yum. "You so like him."

She took up her own drink and drained half of it in one go.

“I do not. Good lord, Yumi!” she huffed at him. “I find him curious and interesting. Is that so wrong?” she asked before she tilted her head. “I don’t believe him entirely, but he makes me curious as to what exactly he’s like. So, it’s curiosity.”

Nope not admitting she might have taken a shine to the guy already. Not in her lifetime.

"Uh huuuuuuuh." Yumichika didn't look convinced. He made a show of gently swirling the drink around inside the glass, while watching Rangiku. "If you don't believe him entirely, then that should be a warning signal to run for it, while the running's good. But, naturally, you won't listen to advice from beautiful people who know better, such as myself."

He sighed like it was his lot in life, lifted the glass to his mouth, and took another sip by letting the pink liquid barely rest against his lips. The way he was drinking could only be described as elegant. It's ok to be jealous.

She flicked a small ball of bits of napkin at him. “But half the time I don’t believe YOU either, Yumi. You sugar coat sometimes and I get confused.” She grinned at him, teasing him. “And don’t sigh like that. You love me and you know what I entail.” She sipped her drink.

Then she smiled, never jealous of him. Always just mad, instead. “And stop drinking so freaking elegant, you make me look awful!”

Yumi made a horrible face as he pinched his own napkin between his fingers and thumb and used it to fan away any of the napkiny bits. So not elegant!

"I do love you, but it's not my fault you don't know how to hold a drink without guzzling it. I'll also have you know that I don't sugar coat. I'm honest," he said, and he was.

To prove that, he flapped the napkin in a tizzy once in Rangiku's direction, turned in his chair, poised the drink in his other hand just so, and told the woman in the table next to them, "Your hairdresser needs to be taken out back and shot because he made your jaw line look like a prizefighter at the end of his career. If it was detachable, you could club someone and kill them with that thing. My advice? Buy a wig. Eh-es-eh-pee. It’s an eyesore."

The woman gasped in horror.

Yumichika sat upright with perfect posture, sipped his drink, and made a small 'hmph!' sound between sips. He even raised his eyebrows slightly, as though to revel in the fact that he was right.

She laughed softly at him, lips twisted into a wicked grin when he turned to the woman next to him. The woman looked at Rangiku as if she was going to control Yumi. Instead Rang just smiled a bit and shrugged. “He’s right, you know.” she made an effort to sip her drink as she looked at Yumi again.

The woman's face clearly conveyed her HORROR at them both. She began dialing a different hairstylist, stat, to try to salvage the wreckage.

Yumichika silently mouthed the words thank you back at Rangiku and sipped his drink again. The woman went vastly ignored after that point, because Yumi simply didn't have time to look at ugly people with bad hair cuts. Ignoring you now.

"So," he said, idly swirling the contents of his glass around again, "back to the topic at hand. You like him. When are you moving in together and should I start looking for a custom made wedding dress, since there is absolutely no way that you are fitting those melons into something off the rack."

Rangiku smiled a you’re welcome to him before she sipped her drink, giving the woman a momentary sweet smile that was probably not all that sweet. After all, she never let her hair get touched without Yumichika’s approval. She knew better. After all he’d NEVER let her live it down.

“I do, at least what I’ve seen so far.” She shrugged gently. “Yumichika!” she said in horror, eyes wide. “I am not moving in with him. I am not getting married. Seriously?” She gave him a look but then laughed. “If I ever get to the point that I’m getting married, you are obviously right, off the rack just isn’t going to cut it.”

"Oh, so you're considering the possibility that you'll need a talented seamstress?" Yumichika looked like he was puffed up with pride. He held up his glass to his lips and sing-songed, "naaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiled it" before he took another drink.

“I meant in general.” She glowered at him, and looked around for something to throw. Instead she stole his drink. “Did not nail it. I just know that if I ever get married, to anyone in the world I’ll need something custom.” She was still glowering.

Yumichika's lips pursed at the drink theft and then he sighed like it was SO INCONVENIENT and raised his hand to order another. All while he mouthed the words 'nailed it' at her and pointed at his beautiful self with his other hand.

"If I wasn't right, you wouldn't be giving me that death glare," he pointed out, then turned to order. Then it was right back to gloating. "It's not my fault you've got the hot and steamies."

At least she managed to get him back in a way that wasn’t violent. Be happy, Yumi, she didn’t throw anything at you. She wrinkled her nose at him and rolled her eyes at his nailed it. What a pain.

“I do not have the hot and steamies, especially not after one night out. Goodness who do you think I am?!” She sipped his drink (the stolen one) and sat back a bit. Okay so maybe there was a little crush developing. Kind of like there was this little blush creeping up her cheeks.

"You're blushing. How're you feeling," he slyly asked, with a voice as smooth as silk. "Hot? Steamy?"

Yumichika was oh so helpful with the way he plucked up another napkin and fanned it in her direction. And that didn't make him look less foppish, especially when he had another drink brought to him. Then he was delicately sipping AND fanning her with a fwoopy napkin, like she was in danger of swooning.

“Oh my god, seriously?” she almost head desked out of sheer embarrassment. “I am not hot. I am not steamy. I am not going to swoon so you can knock that fanning thing off right this second!” she snapped slightly at him, her face still red as all get out.

"Mm...hmmmm," he practically purred with satisfaction, parting his thumb and index finger so the napkin fluttered down onto the table. "You look a little flushed, Rangiku. I don't know how we're ever going to find something to flatter that sort of rosy complexion you're trying to rock right now. Trying, and failing."

Which only made her mad. Madder? "I love you but you enjoy making me flustered don't you?" She pouted at him. "So much dislike right now just so you know"

"Eating it up with a spoon like dessert, just so you know," he pointed out. "You know also, that Toshiro Hitsugaya person on the valar net is concerned about you and intensely dislikes Gin Ichimaru. You're going to have to juggle them both."

He didn't even sugar coat that at all, either. It seemed inevitable that Rangiku was going to have to find a balancing act between the two, especially if she was getting that blushy over Gin already.

He wasn't helping her blush any. ”I dont know why he’s concerned about me, and I don’t have to juggle them anyways. There’s nothing TO juggle here.”

She sipped the drink again, trying to get that blush under control and put away. It did NOT need to be here any longer.

"I have the feeling it's going to get complicated," Yumichika warned her, a little more seriously. "But I'm certain you're going to do what you want to do, regardless of what any of us think."

He waved a hand, dismissively. "Do you want to go look at shoes after this?"

She mulled over what he said, thinking on it. Actually honest to god thinking on it.

“Isn’t that life, complicated?” she asked after a moment before waving her hand lightly. “I am always up for shoes.”

She finished off her drink and smiled. Everyone felt better after retail therapy.