[Log] Kisuke Urahara, Soi Fon
Title: Men Are Pigs and Slackers
Characters: Kisuke Urahara (lcpdragonslayer), Soi Fon (tsuyosaoboetai)
Timeline: 23 March, 1950
Rating: PG
Summary: Soi goes out to dinner at The Black Cat Lounge to get some information. If only she didn't have to deal with Kisuke. Her life would be perfect.
Recently a pattern had been developing among Miss Soi Fon's days. It seemed that there was a long stretch of bad times with many inconveniences along the way, with only a few sunny patches in between. They were those kinds of days, where, if you were the sort of person to get depressed, you could easily fall in to a spiraling black hole and not surface for quite some time. Fortunately, black hole's were still something of a mystery to most of the human race and Soi was not the type to fall into a depression. Only once in her life had she been so sad that she didn't think--nor did anyone else--that she could or would come out of it. The result of coming out?
The hard look in her eyes and the straight line upon her otherwise pretty lips as she sat alone in the seating area of The Black Cat Lounge. There was something about this place she liked, but to tell you the truth it was not the company it kept. Perhaps that it at least looked classy. The decor was please and she could sit in her own solitude without being bothered much by the other patrons. It was nice to get out once in a while as she didn't do so often. Most nights left her eating at home because the only Chinese food around here was not as wonderful as it could have been. She'd rather make it herself. However, on this evening she felt like something more. . .American. She ordered a 7 UP the moment her waiter drifted by several moments after she had been seated. Shaolin didn't like the darker caffeine drinks like Pepsi or Coca-Cola, they had ingredients she didn't trust or like. She hated how it stained her white teeth and was quite sure it wasn't good for the body.
So she got the clear drink and was content. While the waiter went off to pour her tonic, the little Chinese woman leaned back in her chair. Crossing her legs, right over left, emotionless eyes scanned over the menu before herself on the table to see what she would like to have. The lamb chops sounded quite delicious.
During the day was when Kisuke took the opportunity to sleep. His sleeping schedule had been screwed up by running this place but by now, after the Lounge had been open for so long, he had gotten used to it.
Instead of making himself comfortable on the couch with his hat over his face, though, there was some work to be done. The Black Cat Lounge was going to be booked tomorrow for an office function and he had to make some preparations. There would be a little less tables out tonight but more stools by the bar, to make things easier on them come tomorrow morning.
He was almost done co-ordinating and assisting the temporary rearrangements when he chanced upon someone he thought looked familiar.
She was one of Yoruichi's friends. An ex-colleague, to be precise; the scary one - but he seemed to find himself in the company of scary women without even knowing it these days.
If only he could remember her name...
"Oi, boss! Stop slacking off. My arms are killing me."
"Oh right~" He shouldn't be distracted halfway through carrying a long table.
"This way, this way..."
How unprofessional. Could they not work like this before or after hours? Instead, these two were ruining her view of the otherwise nice-looking lounge. The woman blinked slowly and looked down in to the glass and at the liquid bubbling inside. Kisuke. . .that man was surely something. Something she couldn't even put a name on, a title, or get her finger even close to. What one would call that man was beyond her, which was quite out of the ordinary.
Letting out a long, slow breath, she turned her eyes on Kisuke's retreating back and spoke up. He was just close enough to hear her, it seemed.
"You're not the only one slacking, here, Urahara," she said smoothly. Shaolin practically breathed frost and ice when she spoke out. "Your kitchen cannot be so busy that they can't make a simple lamb chop."
The waiter had already come and gone to leave her waiting tiredly for her meal.
"Patience is a virtue~ I'm pretty sure that's one of Yoruichi's lines as well," he called out in response, almost getting bowled over by the table he was carrying and the young man hurrying him around.
He was too old to be doing all this heavy lifting. He couldn't be seriously expected to keep up with this pace.
"Or maybe she only uses that line for certain occasions..."
The blond's brows furrowed in thought for a little while before he placed the table down where it should be and wiped his hands off on his jacket instinctively.
Making his way over to the little FBI lady's table, he leaned against the backrest of one of the chairs, resting his chin on his hands.
"I haven't seen you around lately. Busy working?~"
Patience was only a virtue if anything good should come of it, as it stood, a lamb chop was not something she should have to wait all that long for. Shaolin only looked at the blond before turning her head away to watch a few of the customers enter or leave. Her legs recrossed under the table while she casually sipped at her tonic.
"You could say that," replied the woman when she swung her gaze back around to see Kisuke leaning against the chair opposite her.
"Work is always busy. You're botching the job if it's not." With a small tilt of her head in a knowing sort of way, Miss Fon put the glass down on the table and let her hands settle in her lap.
"Do you have anything for me?" she asked. Soi hated being nice to this man because she really despised him with a passion. However, she knew full well she wouldn't get the information she wanted if she was a mean as she usually was.
Sadly what Soi Fon said was probably true. Kisuke couldn't remember a day when he wasn't busy since opening his baby and he could barely remember a time when he hadn't been slaving away here.
He didn't mind, though. It was a job and a decent one and someone had to do it. It was enough of a challenge to keep him occupied, and being in his position meant he got to know a lot of people and a lot of things that not any ordinary person would.
"Do I have anything for you?~" Kisuke reiterated, tilting his head a little as his smile widened.
"Maa~ Well, if you're looking for a date to keep you company, or maybe spend the night with, you'd have to wait until the night crowd arrives."
The cocky bastard. Shaolin looked at the man with a level, unamused gaze. He could lean there and grin all he wanted, he would not get to her. She was stronger than his irritating little games. If anything, he was only wasting his time and breath.
"I don't want either of those things, Urahara," said the slender Chinese woman as she looked down at her fingernails. She took very good care of them and tonight they were painted with a clear enamel that had a shine to it when the light hit just right.
"If you don't have any information, I'll take my dinner without it." The woman was not going to play his games, she refused to walk that path. While Yoruichi might find him fun, and Soi once did, that was all a thing of the past.
"I never said you wanted those things - I only offered in case you needed them~"
How rude; turning down the blond's suggestions and kind offers. There were certainly plenty of things he could do for Soi Fon, even though probably not many of them were on her list of things she wanted from him.
Kisuke only smiled at his waiter as the man brought the food over. His gaze shifted back to Soi Fon when the waiter and everyone else was out of earshot.
"As for information, it depends on what you want~ I'd keep you here all day if you wanted me to tell you everything."
That only felt a little disconcerting. In fact, the petite woman sitting before Kisuke felt the skin on her face pull tight as she glowered at him, eyes narrowing. For the briefest of moments, Shaolin didn't even know what to say in response to that ugly statement of his.
"I want and and need is not of your concern," she hissed as her eyes grew dark. She most certainly didn't want any of the things he had to offer her--that was vile coming from him. In fact, she sneered and turned her face away for a moment to collect herself.
When she looked back at him she gave a smirk, attempting to put his pig-headed comment in the past. "Why don't you tell me what will bring the scum to their knees? I'd like that from you." Soi lifted her brows and let the smirk linger on her pretty little lips. It really was such a shame that she frowned so much, she used to be so beautiful when she smiled.
Bring the scum to their knees? If Kisuke had half the unadulterated fury of wanting to bring criminals to justice, he just might have divulged everything to her. As it stood, though, 'the scum' were the ones sitting upstairs giving him business.
Clearly it was a conflict of interests here, and his illicit business upstairs, reputation and trust invested in him was more important than telling Soi Fon anything.
He knew that every time she came, though, she'd ask him the same questions. And as a good host he was always happy to provide. He couldn't give her the sharks but he could at least sell her the swordfish.
Nicking a pad of paper and a pen from one of his employees, he scribbled down a few names and phone numbers before tearing the sheet off and sliding it over to her.
"You'll have to make a few calls and talk to a few people, but I'm pretty sure you'll find enough scum to keep you busy~"
That had been surprisingly easy, she thought. Aside from his horrible manners when it came to conversation and his implied offers, Shaolin was pleased with him. For now. No one stayed on her white list for very long, most people never getting off of the black list for more than a few minutes at most.
Small hand coming out to take the paper, she glanced at it as if to verify it being valid. Then she tucked it away into her tiny purse, which she always kept on her lap or slung over her person, and didn't think more of it. A few names were better than none. Shaolin understood that Kisuke ran a shady little place here, but that was why he always had a little something for her.
Perhaps that was why she kept coming back.
"I'll be sure to keep this between you and I," she said to assure him of his safety. Every time an exchange was made, with Kisuke or someone else, Miss Fon made promise to never speak of her source. It kept her with people in the darkness aside from those obvious at her work, and it kept those who shared information out of trouble. Usually.
"Now," dancing eyes turned up on the blond man. "Where's my lamb?" She was pretty hungry.
"That would be much appreciated~" he replied. Though, not entirely necessary. But for the sake of his reputation, it would be nice not to disclose certain things anyway.
"Your food should be coming. It's only been a few minutes~ Unless the cook died in there. Sometimes he gets a little goofy and causes a few explosions."
Kisuke was used to it by now. But hey - so long as he was happy and his staff were happy too, there was nothing wrong with doing things their own way.
"Or not- looks like it's coming now."
"Much appreciated," right. The woman gave him a once over with distaste upon her lips before letting her eyes scan over the rest of the room. Most of these people were the "good" people of the city. The people who went out and had fun, people who didn't know the terror right upstairs. Blind idiots. Men and women out as if the world wasn't slowly going down the drain one crime at a time.
Looking up as Kisuke mentioned her food was coming, she gave a simple nod. "Good," she mused with perhaps the smallest spark of delight in her eyes. She would not give Urahara the satisfaction of knowing she enjoyed the food here, so she said nothing on the matter, but gladly looked over her plate when it was set down. Hot and delicious.
"Anything else you'd like to insinuate? I'd like to eat, now." Shaolin's look clearly told the man to just go away.
"I won't disturb your meal~" He didn't want her to be throwing food and cutlery at him if he said something that would have made her flinch again, after all.
Plus, he had tables to move and a few disasters to take care of. And no doubt a few more catastrophes that would come up during the day before all the preparations were done.
"Enjoy~" he added as he walked away just as the food was being served to Soi Fon. Kisuke nearly walked into the path of an oncoming table, causing another minor uproar and a few grumbles, but once that was clear he was back to doing some work.
Work...
Good, he was gone. Shaolin watched Kisuke leave with a bored expression on her face as he caused more problems than he already had. That man. . .she didn't know what to do with him sometimes. He was all over the place, it seemed, and she hated that she might actually need him to do her job. Not to do it well, she could do her job perfectly fine on her own, thank you, but having him slip her little tid-bits of information was helpful.
Shaking her head, Miss Fon turned back to her meal happily with only a glance down at her purse. She was curious to find more about these men, and perhaps women, who defied the law and thought they could get away with it. Sometimes she wondered if they really thought they could break all of the rules laid out for safety and humanity and not get busted.
Well, they'd be heading off to the big house, no matter what they thought.
Morons.
Characters: Kisuke Urahara (lcpdragonslayer), Soi Fon (tsuyosaoboetai)
Timeline: 23 March, 1950
Rating: PG
Summary: Soi goes out to dinner at The Black Cat Lounge to get some information. If only she didn't have to deal with Kisuke. Her life would be perfect.
Recently a pattern had been developing among Miss Soi Fon's days. It seemed that there was a long stretch of bad times with many inconveniences along the way, with only a few sunny patches in between. They were those kinds of days, where, if you were the sort of person to get depressed, you could easily fall in to a spiraling black hole and not surface for quite some time. Fortunately, black hole's were still something of a mystery to most of the human race and Soi was not the type to fall into a depression. Only once in her life had she been so sad that she didn't think--nor did anyone else--that she could or would come out of it. The result of coming out?
The hard look in her eyes and the straight line upon her otherwise pretty lips as she sat alone in the seating area of The Black Cat Lounge. There was something about this place she liked, but to tell you the truth it was not the company it kept. Perhaps that it at least looked classy. The decor was please and she could sit in her own solitude without being bothered much by the other patrons. It was nice to get out once in a while as she didn't do so often. Most nights left her eating at home because the only Chinese food around here was not as wonderful as it could have been. She'd rather make it herself. However, on this evening she felt like something more. . .American. She ordered a 7 UP the moment her waiter drifted by several moments after she had been seated. Shaolin didn't like the darker caffeine drinks like Pepsi or Coca-Cola, they had ingredients she didn't trust or like. She hated how it stained her white teeth and was quite sure it wasn't good for the body.
So she got the clear drink and was content. While the waiter went off to pour her tonic, the little Chinese woman leaned back in her chair. Crossing her legs, right over left, emotionless eyes scanned over the menu before herself on the table to see what she would like to have. The lamb chops sounded quite delicious.
During the day was when Kisuke took the opportunity to sleep. His sleeping schedule had been screwed up by running this place but by now, after the Lounge had been open for so long, he had gotten used to it.
Instead of making himself comfortable on the couch with his hat over his face, though, there was some work to be done. The Black Cat Lounge was going to be booked tomorrow for an office function and he had to make some preparations. There would be a little less tables out tonight but more stools by the bar, to make things easier on them come tomorrow morning.
He was almost done co-ordinating and assisting the temporary rearrangements when he chanced upon someone he thought looked familiar.
She was one of Yoruichi's friends. An ex-colleague, to be precise; the scary one - but he seemed to find himself in the company of scary women without even knowing it these days.
If only he could remember her name...
"Oi, boss! Stop slacking off. My arms are killing me."
"Oh right~" He shouldn't be distracted halfway through carrying a long table.
"This way, this way..."
How unprofessional. Could they not work like this before or after hours? Instead, these two were ruining her view of the otherwise nice-looking lounge. The woman blinked slowly and looked down in to the glass and at the liquid bubbling inside. Kisuke. . .that man was surely something. Something she couldn't even put a name on, a title, or get her finger even close to. What one would call that man was beyond her, which was quite out of the ordinary.
Letting out a long, slow breath, she turned her eyes on Kisuke's retreating back and spoke up. He was just close enough to hear her, it seemed.
"You're not the only one slacking, here, Urahara," she said smoothly. Shaolin practically breathed frost and ice when she spoke out. "Your kitchen cannot be so busy that they can't make a simple lamb chop."
The waiter had already come and gone to leave her waiting tiredly for her meal.
"Patience is a virtue~ I'm pretty sure that's one of Yoruichi's lines as well," he called out in response, almost getting bowled over by the table he was carrying and the young man hurrying him around.
He was too old to be doing all this heavy lifting. He couldn't be seriously expected to keep up with this pace.
"Or maybe she only uses that line for certain occasions..."
The blond's brows furrowed in thought for a little while before he placed the table down where it should be and wiped his hands off on his jacket instinctively.
Making his way over to the little FBI lady's table, he leaned against the backrest of one of the chairs, resting his chin on his hands.
"I haven't seen you around lately. Busy working?~"
Patience was only a virtue if anything good should come of it, as it stood, a lamb chop was not something she should have to wait all that long for. Shaolin only looked at the blond before turning her head away to watch a few of the customers enter or leave. Her legs recrossed under the table while she casually sipped at her tonic.
"You could say that," replied the woman when she swung her gaze back around to see Kisuke leaning against the chair opposite her.
"Work is always busy. You're botching the job if it's not." With a small tilt of her head in a knowing sort of way, Miss Fon put the glass down on the table and let her hands settle in her lap.
"Do you have anything for me?" she asked. Soi hated being nice to this man because she really despised him with a passion. However, she knew full well she wouldn't get the information she wanted if she was a mean as she usually was.
Sadly what Soi Fon said was probably true. Kisuke couldn't remember a day when he wasn't busy since opening his baby and he could barely remember a time when he hadn't been slaving away here.
He didn't mind, though. It was a job and a decent one and someone had to do it. It was enough of a challenge to keep him occupied, and being in his position meant he got to know a lot of people and a lot of things that not any ordinary person would.
"Do I have anything for you?~" Kisuke reiterated, tilting his head a little as his smile widened.
"Maa~ Well, if you're looking for a date to keep you company, or maybe spend the night with, you'd have to wait until the night crowd arrives."
The cocky bastard. Shaolin looked at the man with a level, unamused gaze. He could lean there and grin all he wanted, he would not get to her. She was stronger than his irritating little games. If anything, he was only wasting his time and breath.
"I don't want either of those things, Urahara," said the slender Chinese woman as she looked down at her fingernails. She took very good care of them and tonight they were painted with a clear enamel that had a shine to it when the light hit just right.
"If you don't have any information, I'll take my dinner without it." The woman was not going to play his games, she refused to walk that path. While Yoruichi might find him fun, and Soi once did, that was all a thing of the past.
"I never said you wanted those things - I only offered in case you needed them~"
How rude; turning down the blond's suggestions and kind offers. There were certainly plenty of things he could do for Soi Fon, even though probably not many of them were on her list of things she wanted from him.
Kisuke only smiled at his waiter as the man brought the food over. His gaze shifted back to Soi Fon when the waiter and everyone else was out of earshot.
"As for information, it depends on what you want~ I'd keep you here all day if you wanted me to tell you everything."
That only felt a little disconcerting. In fact, the petite woman sitting before Kisuke felt the skin on her face pull tight as she glowered at him, eyes narrowing. For the briefest of moments, Shaolin didn't even know what to say in response to that ugly statement of his.
"I want and and need is not of your concern," she hissed as her eyes grew dark. She most certainly didn't want any of the things he had to offer her--that was vile coming from him. In fact, she sneered and turned her face away for a moment to collect herself.
When she looked back at him she gave a smirk, attempting to put his pig-headed comment in the past. "Why don't you tell me what will bring the scum to their knees? I'd like that from you." Soi lifted her brows and let the smirk linger on her pretty little lips. It really was such a shame that she frowned so much, she used to be so beautiful when she smiled.
Bring the scum to their knees? If Kisuke had half the unadulterated fury of wanting to bring criminals to justice, he just might have divulged everything to her. As it stood, though, 'the scum' were the ones sitting upstairs giving him business.
Clearly it was a conflict of interests here, and his illicit business upstairs, reputation and trust invested in him was more important than telling Soi Fon anything.
He knew that every time she came, though, she'd ask him the same questions. And as a good host he was always happy to provide. He couldn't give her the sharks but he could at least sell her the swordfish.
Nicking a pad of paper and a pen from one of his employees, he scribbled down a few names and phone numbers before tearing the sheet off and sliding it over to her.
"You'll have to make a few calls and talk to a few people, but I'm pretty sure you'll find enough scum to keep you busy~"
That had been surprisingly easy, she thought. Aside from his horrible manners when it came to conversation and his implied offers, Shaolin was pleased with him. For now. No one stayed on her white list for very long, most people never getting off of the black list for more than a few minutes at most.
Small hand coming out to take the paper, she glanced at it as if to verify it being valid. Then she tucked it away into her tiny purse, which she always kept on her lap or slung over her person, and didn't think more of it. A few names were better than none. Shaolin understood that Kisuke ran a shady little place here, but that was why he always had a little something for her.
Perhaps that was why she kept coming back.
"I'll be sure to keep this between you and I," she said to assure him of his safety. Every time an exchange was made, with Kisuke or someone else, Miss Fon made promise to never speak of her source. It kept her with people in the darkness aside from those obvious at her work, and it kept those who shared information out of trouble. Usually.
"Now," dancing eyes turned up on the blond man. "Where's my lamb?" She was pretty hungry.
"That would be much appreciated~" he replied. Though, not entirely necessary. But for the sake of his reputation, it would be nice not to disclose certain things anyway.
"Your food should be coming. It's only been a few minutes~ Unless the cook died in there. Sometimes he gets a little goofy and causes a few explosions."
Kisuke was used to it by now. But hey - so long as he was happy and his staff were happy too, there was nothing wrong with doing things their own way.
"Or not- looks like it's coming now."
"Much appreciated," right. The woman gave him a once over with distaste upon her lips before letting her eyes scan over the rest of the room. Most of these people were the "good" people of the city. The people who went out and had fun, people who didn't know the terror right upstairs. Blind idiots. Men and women out as if the world wasn't slowly going down the drain one crime at a time.
Looking up as Kisuke mentioned her food was coming, she gave a simple nod. "Good," she mused with perhaps the smallest spark of delight in her eyes. She would not give Urahara the satisfaction of knowing she enjoyed the food here, so she said nothing on the matter, but gladly looked over her plate when it was set down. Hot and delicious.
"Anything else you'd like to insinuate? I'd like to eat, now." Shaolin's look clearly told the man to just go away.
"I won't disturb your meal~" He didn't want her to be throwing food and cutlery at him if he said something that would have made her flinch again, after all.
Plus, he had tables to move and a few disasters to take care of. And no doubt a few more catastrophes that would come up during the day before all the preparations were done.
"Enjoy~" he added as he walked away just as the food was being served to Soi Fon. Kisuke nearly walked into the path of an oncoming table, causing another minor uproar and a few grumbles, but once that was clear he was back to doing some work.
Work...
Good, he was gone. Shaolin watched Kisuke leave with a bored expression on her face as he caused more problems than he already had. That man. . .she didn't know what to do with him sometimes. He was all over the place, it seemed, and she hated that she might actually need him to do her job. Not to do it well, she could do her job perfectly fine on her own, thank you, but having him slip her little tid-bits of information was helpful.
Shaking her head, Miss Fon turned back to her meal happily with only a glance down at her purse. She was curious to find more about these men, and perhaps women, who defied the law and thought they could get away with it. Sometimes she wondered if they really thought they could break all of the rules laid out for safety and humanity and not get busted.
Well, they'd be heading off to the big house, no matter what they thought.
Morons.