[Log] Toushirou, Rangiku (party log)
Title: Drunk and Awesome
Characters: Toushirou (davyn), Rangiku (kellenanne)
Timeline: September 1, 2007
Rating: PG
Summary: Toushirou is drunk... but totally awesome anyway.
He was not sulking; in fact he wasn’t doing much of anything except watching the way the lights reflected off the mirror across the room. Stupid person who had rescued them from the closet (not that he had needed to be rescued, he had a gun and handcuffs, he could have taken care of himself thank you very much) had given him the weirdest look he had ever seen. Now that he had time to think he was pretty certain he had gotten ideas which was completely unacceptable.
People did not need ideas about him. He was tempted to write it as a law, get it in the books, issue tickets and warrants for arrests for such stupidity. No ideas. Toushirou’s law, it had a nice ring to it. Once he was no longer fascinated by the different colors radiating off the mirror in front of him he would figure out exactly how he was going to accomplish that.
First however, he had to figure out how those lights were doing that funny color dance. It was almost interesting.
Oh… and he wasn’t sulking, no matter what the expression on his face looked like or how he was sitting, in the corner, guarding his ass. There would be no more groping either.
People got shot for that.
But not sulking that was the important thing. He won after all. The other guy fled like a chicken. That was just how it was.
The party was winding down and Rangiku took the reprieve from serving drinks to mill through the thinning crowd one last time. She'd done just about everything she could to keep up with this crowd - talented drinkers, this lot - and wanted to milk whatever was left of the party.
She sent a giggly, tipsy man on his way with a laugh and a pat on his shoulder and turned away, gaze traveling over the room to find her next victim.
Rangiku had to shake her head when she found him. All right, she was maybe perhaps a little responsible for his current condition, but all she'd done was set the drink in front of him. And goad him a little. Then send him on errands that really didn't matter, just to watch him try to be a dignified drunk.
He was so cute drunk.
She made her way to Toushirou, laughing and trying not to look like she was. Even drunk, he'd hate being laughed at and, really, she didn't want him mad.
Not yet, at any rate.
"Hey," she said, swallowing giggles, "you know you don't have to sit in a corner and pout, right? It's a party." May have been ending, but it was still a party.
He was debating on ignoring her completely and letting her know exactly what he thought about her party. He cocked his head to the side and stared at her, eyes not quite narrowing but that was all right - he was intimidating either way.
“Not pouting,” he informed her calmly and logically. “Protecting my ass.” See… there that was completely logical and full of information that should make her understand his point. Now she knew why he was sitting in the corner and why she should leave.
Besides, she was between him and the shining lights - that was not acceptable.
Rangiku burst out laughing, clapping both hands over her mouth in an effort to keep herself from completely pissing him off. With her luck, he'd decide that shutting her up via bullets was totally acceptable.
That thought sobered her up a little. She should have thought to steal his gun before she got him that drunk.
That extra rum she poured him might come right back to bite her in the ass.
She coughed into her hand, swallowing her giggles. "Toushirou..." She giggled again, then forced a deep, calming breath. "Why does your ass need protecting?"
He blinked at her. Why was she laughing at him? Protecting ones ass was serious business, things just did not go near the ass. He scowled when she kept giggling. He would shoot her to.
Didn’t he already decide he would?
“Because the moron in the closet kept grabbing it,” he informed her grandly, he was pretty sure he was starting down his nose at her, wasn’t sure how he was accomplishing it as he was sitting down and she was standing and she was taller anyway - but he was awesome and he was.
And really, someone grabbed your ass you defended it. It made perfect sense. No ass grabbing.
He was going to shoot her. That's all there was to it. She was going to laugh her ass off and Toushirou was going to shoot her in the head.
"The moron..." She choked on her own laughter, then bit her lip and held her breath until she had her laughter back under control. "Grabbed your ass..."
Oh, God... No, there was no way she was getting control over this bout of laughter. She wrapped an arm around her midsection and doubled over, gigging for all she was worth.
Why was she laughing at him like that? He blinked at her and frowned a bit more, eyes narrowing almost to slits. She was completely illogical, laughing at a non-laughing matter. Asses were not to be grabbed unless he gave permission, which he had not given, not even a little bit! Especially not to a man, hell women didn’t get permission… well maybe someday, but not today.
Certainly not to a man. He was sure of that and why did he need to repeat himself? He pushed to his feet, albeit unsteadily and pointed a finger at her.
“You,” he said as haughtily as he could manage drunk like he wasn’t… or was he? He couldn’t remember, tomorrow he would figure it out. “Are clearly insane.”
And she was messing with his awesome, which was wrong.
Rangiku choked on her laughter when he stood up. For a second, she thought he was going to pull a faceplant right then and there. She hovered a little - couldn't help it; she really didn't want him to hurt himself - but she honestly couldn't think of anything funnier at the moment than Toushirou tripping over nothing.
"And you," she responded, "are clearly drunk."
He snorted and took a step forward and then promptly forgot how to walk. Both legs went opposite directions and it was only the fact that he was standing by the wall like he was that kept him on his feet. He snorted again and patted the wall. Good wall really, catching him like that.
“I am not drunk,” Toushirou informed her grandly. “I am too awesome to be drunk.” He paused; because he was the law didn’t she know that? “I need to arrest the grouper, public harassment of a police officer,” he pushed back to his feet and pretended like he wasn’t swaying. If he didn’t acknowledge it then it wasn’t happening.
… now if the shinies would just stop blinking at him like that he could concentrate… it was so fascinating.
Well, he was a humble one, wasn't he? Rangiku always knew he had one hell of an arrogant streak but to be told point-blank that he considered himself awesome?
She choked on her laughter. Oh, dear Lord, he did not need to go arresting random people. He would, too, as "awesome" as he was.
"Isn't there," she coughed, cleared her throat and tried so hard to speak without giggling, "a lot paperwork that goes along with arresting people?"
Wouldn't want to mar his awesomeness with paperwork.
He cocked his head to the side and stared at her. Paperwork? Oh yes, there was tons of paperwork and none of which he wanted to deal with tonight. He paused. He should probably tell her good work on reminding him of that but the man had grabbed his ass. He stared at her for a few more seconds and nodded.
“Then why are you bothering me?” It was a good question, he had decided to arrest her to. “You flashed a police officer, I could arrest you to.”
Paperwork could be… shifted elsewhere. He swayed. Later.
Her laughter abruptly stopped. Arrest her? For flashing him? Dear Lord, the man had no sense of humor.
Or aesthetics. Most people she knew - men and some women - might be whipping out the handcuffs for an entirely different reason if she flashed them. Someday, somehow, she just might get offended that he didn't like her assets.
"Aw, Toushirou," she said, sidling up to him and draping her arm around his shoulders, "I'm flattered I made that much of an impression." Evil little smirk firmly in place, she pinched his cheek. "You're so cute when you're drunk."
He growled, really he did. Not like a dog or a puppy growls, but more like ‘get your hands the fuck off me growl’ it was appropriate. She didn’t have permission, totally did not have permission, to be touching.
He slapped at her hands.
“Respect the law damnit,” respect it or he would make her respect it. It was that awesome. He didn’t count on his feet betraying him again when he tried to lurch away from her and he had enough time to realize that things were in fact not going the way he wanted them to, when he tripped.
Face first into the boobs - damnit all to hell.
They smelled nice though.
Rangiku should have known better than to goad the uncoordinated drunken man full of awesome into trying to get away from her. It could only end up badly.
She was at least gratified to know she was right. How he had managed it, even she - the sober one, damn it - couldn't begin to figure out. He'd lurched, tripped, got his feet in amidst hers and then took them both down. She landed flat on her back, grimacing - floors were not soft things to go falling on.
She blinked and looked down. He'd had a soft landing at least. Rangiku cleared her throat, rubbing at the back of her head. Ow. "You know," she said, "I'm not that much of an exhibitionist. You wanted more than you were getting, we could have just gone into a closet or something."
He sat up, fell down, and sat up again this time determined to fall on the floor if he had to. He scowled at her and quickly ran his fingers through his hair to fix it. Damn hair.
“No closets,” he snapped. That was where creepy, ass grabbing, idiots were and he refused to go back into one of those. He rolled off her and onto the floor next to her, shaking his head to clear the dizziness that accompanied that.
Damn. Maybe he was drunk, he pushed himself back to a sitting position and blinked at her. “Are to,” he informed her, pointing at her face. Not an exhibitionist? His ass. Which was very well protected sitting like this.
Good floor.
Her head was hurting. God, he was lucky she didn't just drop-kick into the nearest closet and lock the door. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, blinking at him in (almost complete) disbelief.
The little grumpy man turned into a complete bastard when drunk. She'd have to remember that. Might be worth it in the future to get him drunk and sic him on someone.
Her disbelieving look dissolved, replaced by a grin. She couldn't stay mad at him forever and honestly, it was just more fun to needle him than to be mad at him. He responded so well.
"Only to you, baby. Only to you."
He blinked at her and blinked again. Did she just call him baby? She did, he scowled.
“Not a baby,” he informed her. He was way out of the diaper stage, could even count his toes and fingers without problem. Though… not right now, but he could do it later. Knew how to count the toes, it was fabulous.
So was he actually.
He pushed up to his feet and frowned at her. “I am going home,” he informed her, “no mentally insane people there.” None were in closet either, that was the important thing.
Rangiku got to her feet as well and it was a lot more graceful than Toushirou's attempt to stand. She was just going to ignore that baby comment; that had apparently gone right over his head. She chuckled and shook her head. Grumpy little man.
Home was probably best for him, at this point, and the party was winding down. She did have enough of a sense of propriety to know that if he ran across the wrong person in his state, his boss wouldn't exactly be happy.
Especially if he tried driving himself home. "Need a ride?" She'd try the nice and polite tactic first. If that failed, she'd just kidnap him.
He blinked at her thoughtfully. “I drove myself,” he had. Not a squad car, because it wasn’t a formal assignment - but a good car none the less. He only bought good things after all. He blinked at her.
But he was pretty sure he was drunk, he thought about that for a moment. Was he drunk? Was he not? If he couldn’t figure it out… he might be. Maybe. Maybe not?
Why couldn’t he figure it out himself?
Fists propped on her hips, Rangiku shook her head at Toushirou. Of course he drove himself. He had this amazing reluctance to even set foot near anything resembling public transportation. Rangiku thought it had to do with his annoying (but charming sometimes) need to be in control of everything.
"I'll drive you home." He'd be home, the car would be there, she'd steal the keys just in case, and raid his wallet for cab fare back. Everything was under control; she could shout a few instructions and her people here would be fine.
It wasn't like she wasn't going to be spending most of the night at the bar cleaning up anyway. Taking Toushirou home would be her lunch break or something.
He blinked at her again and scowled. “Do you even know how to drive a car?” He was pretty sure that the woman didn’t even own a car. He did not trust non car driving people, actually he was pretty sure no one but himself had ever drive his car. He would tell her that to, just as soon as he stopped swaying.
The lights were back to. Why were they so fascinating?
She snorted and rolled her eyes. Did he honestly think that just because she didn't have a car, she didn't know how to handle a car? She held out her hand, waggling her fingers.
"Of course I can drive a car." Better than he could, at the moment.
He blinked at her. She could drive a car? That was interesting; she must be one of those weird people who convinced others to let them drive their cars instead of buying her own.
It just added to his mental theory: she was clearly insane.
But he was very drunk. Maybe. He hadn’t quite decided yet, he started at her suspiciously for several moments. She wanted to drive his car, he obviously was in no condition to drive his car - he was not stupid, awesome yes, but not stupid.
“Wreck it,” he told her firmly, fumbling with his keys and finally pulling them out of his back pocket, “and I will shoot you.”
He still had his gun. He would do it.
She really should have taken the gun from him, but she honestly doubted that she could get the gun with the ease she'd gotten the keys. She winked at him and grabbed the keys, flipping them in the air and catching them with a smirk.
"Not wrecked one yet," she chirped. "Ready to go?"
He scowled at her and then blinked. “Of course,” he turned on his heel and promptly wobbled. Right he was going to do this but he was going to do this just a little slower than he had previously thought he was going to.
And not get distracted by the shiny lights that… could be a problem.
Characters: Toushirou (davyn), Rangiku (kellenanne)
Timeline: September 1, 2007
Rating: PG
Summary: Toushirou is drunk... but totally awesome anyway.
He was not sulking; in fact he wasn’t doing much of anything except watching the way the lights reflected off the mirror across the room. Stupid person who had rescued them from the closet (not that he had needed to be rescued, he had a gun and handcuffs, he could have taken care of himself thank you very much) had given him the weirdest look he had ever seen. Now that he had time to think he was pretty certain he had gotten ideas which was completely unacceptable.
People did not need ideas about him. He was tempted to write it as a law, get it in the books, issue tickets and warrants for arrests for such stupidity. No ideas. Toushirou’s law, it had a nice ring to it. Once he was no longer fascinated by the different colors radiating off the mirror in front of him he would figure out exactly how he was going to accomplish that.
First however, he had to figure out how those lights were doing that funny color dance. It was almost interesting.
Oh… and he wasn’t sulking, no matter what the expression on his face looked like or how he was sitting, in the corner, guarding his ass. There would be no more groping either.
People got shot for that.
But not sulking that was the important thing. He won after all. The other guy fled like a chicken. That was just how it was.
The party was winding down and Rangiku took the reprieve from serving drinks to mill through the thinning crowd one last time. She'd done just about everything she could to keep up with this crowd - talented drinkers, this lot - and wanted to milk whatever was left of the party.
She sent a giggly, tipsy man on his way with a laugh and a pat on his shoulder and turned away, gaze traveling over the room to find her next victim.
Rangiku had to shake her head when she found him. All right, she was maybe perhaps a little responsible for his current condition, but all she'd done was set the drink in front of him. And goad him a little. Then send him on errands that really didn't matter, just to watch him try to be a dignified drunk.
He was so cute drunk.
She made her way to Toushirou, laughing and trying not to look like she was. Even drunk, he'd hate being laughed at and, really, she didn't want him mad.
Not yet, at any rate.
"Hey," she said, swallowing giggles, "you know you don't have to sit in a corner and pout, right? It's a party." May have been ending, but it was still a party.
He was debating on ignoring her completely and letting her know exactly what he thought about her party. He cocked his head to the side and stared at her, eyes not quite narrowing but that was all right - he was intimidating either way.
“Not pouting,” he informed her calmly and logically. “Protecting my ass.” See… there that was completely logical and full of information that should make her understand his point. Now she knew why he was sitting in the corner and why she should leave.
Besides, she was between him and the shining lights - that was not acceptable.
Rangiku burst out laughing, clapping both hands over her mouth in an effort to keep herself from completely pissing him off. With her luck, he'd decide that shutting her up via bullets was totally acceptable.
That thought sobered her up a little. She should have thought to steal his gun before she got him that drunk.
That extra rum she poured him might come right back to bite her in the ass.
She coughed into her hand, swallowing her giggles. "Toushirou..." She giggled again, then forced a deep, calming breath. "Why does your ass need protecting?"
He blinked at her. Why was she laughing at him? Protecting ones ass was serious business, things just did not go near the ass. He scowled when she kept giggling. He would shoot her to.
Didn’t he already decide he would?
“Because the moron in the closet kept grabbing it,” he informed her grandly, he was pretty sure he was starting down his nose at her, wasn’t sure how he was accomplishing it as he was sitting down and she was standing and she was taller anyway - but he was awesome and he was.
And really, someone grabbed your ass you defended it. It made perfect sense. No ass grabbing.
He was going to shoot her. That's all there was to it. She was going to laugh her ass off and Toushirou was going to shoot her in the head.
"The moron..." She choked on her own laughter, then bit her lip and held her breath until she had her laughter back under control. "Grabbed your ass..."
Oh, God... No, there was no way she was getting control over this bout of laughter. She wrapped an arm around her midsection and doubled over, gigging for all she was worth.
Why was she laughing at him like that? He blinked at her and frowned a bit more, eyes narrowing almost to slits. She was completely illogical, laughing at a non-laughing matter. Asses were not to be grabbed unless he gave permission, which he had not given, not even a little bit! Especially not to a man, hell women didn’t get permission… well maybe someday, but not today.
Certainly not to a man. He was sure of that and why did he need to repeat himself? He pushed to his feet, albeit unsteadily and pointed a finger at her.
“You,” he said as haughtily as he could manage drunk like he wasn’t… or was he? He couldn’t remember, tomorrow he would figure it out. “Are clearly insane.”
And she was messing with his awesome, which was wrong.
Rangiku choked on her laughter when he stood up. For a second, she thought he was going to pull a faceplant right then and there. She hovered a little - couldn't help it; she really didn't want him to hurt himself - but she honestly couldn't think of anything funnier at the moment than Toushirou tripping over nothing.
"And you," she responded, "are clearly drunk."
He snorted and took a step forward and then promptly forgot how to walk. Both legs went opposite directions and it was only the fact that he was standing by the wall like he was that kept him on his feet. He snorted again and patted the wall. Good wall really, catching him like that.
“I am not drunk,” Toushirou informed her grandly. “I am too awesome to be drunk.” He paused; because he was the law didn’t she know that? “I need to arrest the grouper, public harassment of a police officer,” he pushed back to his feet and pretended like he wasn’t swaying. If he didn’t acknowledge it then it wasn’t happening.
… now if the shinies would just stop blinking at him like that he could concentrate… it was so fascinating.
Well, he was a humble one, wasn't he? Rangiku always knew he had one hell of an arrogant streak but to be told point-blank that he considered himself awesome?
She choked on her laughter. Oh, dear Lord, he did not need to go arresting random people. He would, too, as "awesome" as he was.
"Isn't there," she coughed, cleared her throat and tried so hard to speak without giggling, "a lot paperwork that goes along with arresting people?"
Wouldn't want to mar his awesomeness with paperwork.
He cocked his head to the side and stared at her. Paperwork? Oh yes, there was tons of paperwork and none of which he wanted to deal with tonight. He paused. He should probably tell her good work on reminding him of that but the man had grabbed his ass. He stared at her for a few more seconds and nodded.
“Then why are you bothering me?” It was a good question, he had decided to arrest her to. “You flashed a police officer, I could arrest you to.”
Paperwork could be… shifted elsewhere. He swayed. Later.
Her laughter abruptly stopped. Arrest her? For flashing him? Dear Lord, the man had no sense of humor.
Or aesthetics. Most people she knew - men and some women - might be whipping out the handcuffs for an entirely different reason if she flashed them. Someday, somehow, she just might get offended that he didn't like her assets.
"Aw, Toushirou," she said, sidling up to him and draping her arm around his shoulders, "I'm flattered I made that much of an impression." Evil little smirk firmly in place, she pinched his cheek. "You're so cute when you're drunk."
He growled, really he did. Not like a dog or a puppy growls, but more like ‘get your hands the fuck off me growl’ it was appropriate. She didn’t have permission, totally did not have permission, to be touching.
He slapped at her hands.
“Respect the law damnit,” respect it or he would make her respect it. It was that awesome. He didn’t count on his feet betraying him again when he tried to lurch away from her and he had enough time to realize that things were in fact not going the way he wanted them to, when he tripped.
Face first into the boobs - damnit all to hell.
They smelled nice though.
Rangiku should have known better than to goad the uncoordinated drunken man full of awesome into trying to get away from her. It could only end up badly.
She was at least gratified to know she was right. How he had managed it, even she - the sober one, damn it - couldn't begin to figure out. He'd lurched, tripped, got his feet in amidst hers and then took them both down. She landed flat on her back, grimacing - floors were not soft things to go falling on.
She blinked and looked down. He'd had a soft landing at least. Rangiku cleared her throat, rubbing at the back of her head. Ow. "You know," she said, "I'm not that much of an exhibitionist. You wanted more than you were getting, we could have just gone into a closet or something."
He sat up, fell down, and sat up again this time determined to fall on the floor if he had to. He scowled at her and quickly ran his fingers through his hair to fix it. Damn hair.
“No closets,” he snapped. That was where creepy, ass grabbing, idiots were and he refused to go back into one of those. He rolled off her and onto the floor next to her, shaking his head to clear the dizziness that accompanied that.
Damn. Maybe he was drunk, he pushed himself back to a sitting position and blinked at her. “Are to,” he informed her, pointing at her face. Not an exhibitionist? His ass. Which was very well protected sitting like this.
Good floor.
Her head was hurting. God, he was lucky she didn't just drop-kick into the nearest closet and lock the door. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, blinking at him in (almost complete) disbelief.
The little grumpy man turned into a complete bastard when drunk. She'd have to remember that. Might be worth it in the future to get him drunk and sic him on someone.
Her disbelieving look dissolved, replaced by a grin. She couldn't stay mad at him forever and honestly, it was just more fun to needle him than to be mad at him. He responded so well.
"Only to you, baby. Only to you."
He blinked at her and blinked again. Did she just call him baby? She did, he scowled.
“Not a baby,” he informed her. He was way out of the diaper stage, could even count his toes and fingers without problem. Though… not right now, but he could do it later. Knew how to count the toes, it was fabulous.
So was he actually.
He pushed up to his feet and frowned at her. “I am going home,” he informed her, “no mentally insane people there.” None were in closet either, that was the important thing.
Rangiku got to her feet as well and it was a lot more graceful than Toushirou's attempt to stand. She was just going to ignore that baby comment; that had apparently gone right over his head. She chuckled and shook her head. Grumpy little man.
Home was probably best for him, at this point, and the party was winding down. She did have enough of a sense of propriety to know that if he ran across the wrong person in his state, his boss wouldn't exactly be happy.
Especially if he tried driving himself home. "Need a ride?" She'd try the nice and polite tactic first. If that failed, she'd just kidnap him.
He blinked at her thoughtfully. “I drove myself,” he had. Not a squad car, because it wasn’t a formal assignment - but a good car none the less. He only bought good things after all. He blinked at her.
But he was pretty sure he was drunk, he thought about that for a moment. Was he drunk? Was he not? If he couldn’t figure it out… he might be. Maybe. Maybe not?
Why couldn’t he figure it out himself?
Fists propped on her hips, Rangiku shook her head at Toushirou. Of course he drove himself. He had this amazing reluctance to even set foot near anything resembling public transportation. Rangiku thought it had to do with his annoying (but charming sometimes) need to be in control of everything.
"I'll drive you home." He'd be home, the car would be there, she'd steal the keys just in case, and raid his wallet for cab fare back. Everything was under control; she could shout a few instructions and her people here would be fine.
It wasn't like she wasn't going to be spending most of the night at the bar cleaning up anyway. Taking Toushirou home would be her lunch break or something.
He blinked at her again and scowled. “Do you even know how to drive a car?” He was pretty sure that the woman didn’t even own a car. He did not trust non car driving people, actually he was pretty sure no one but himself had ever drive his car. He would tell her that to, just as soon as he stopped swaying.
The lights were back to. Why were they so fascinating?
She snorted and rolled her eyes. Did he honestly think that just because she didn't have a car, she didn't know how to handle a car? She held out her hand, waggling her fingers.
"Of course I can drive a car." Better than he could, at the moment.
He blinked at her. She could drive a car? That was interesting; she must be one of those weird people who convinced others to let them drive their cars instead of buying her own.
It just added to his mental theory: she was clearly insane.
But he was very drunk. Maybe. He hadn’t quite decided yet, he started at her suspiciously for several moments. She wanted to drive his car, he obviously was in no condition to drive his car - he was not stupid, awesome yes, but not stupid.
“Wreck it,” he told her firmly, fumbling with his keys and finally pulling them out of his back pocket, “and I will shoot you.”
He still had his gun. He would do it.
She really should have taken the gun from him, but she honestly doubted that she could get the gun with the ease she'd gotten the keys. She winked at him and grabbed the keys, flipping them in the air and catching them with a smirk.
"Not wrecked one yet," she chirped. "Ready to go?"
He scowled at her and then blinked. “Of course,” he turned on his heel and promptly wobbled. Right he was going to do this but he was going to do this just a little slower than he had previously thought he was going to.
And not get distracted by the shiny lights that… could be a problem.