Renji liked his job. Damn it, but it was the best job he'd had in a while. It paid better than minimum wage (not by much, but it was more than being a fry cook), he got free drinks whenever the bartenders felt he needed one (not often, but still enough to make him grateful), and he got to be as threatening as he could. The best part was that if ( Read more... )

The taxi drove off, leaving him with a sense of unease. It had been an expense he couldn't really afford, but what other choice was there? Of those he knew, none of them had a car on campus ( Read more... )

Fifty-five years is a long time to live, some might say. Personally, Tsunade was rather amazed she'd survived that long, all things considered. Having outlived all of her family members wasn't exactly something she was proud of, but she figured that it merited some sort of celebration.

( She smelled faintly of cigarette smoke and light floral perfume... )

As the theater finally cleared, Momo puhed open the door; a giant grin on her face. She was hardly the perverted or lewd type at all, but she knew well how to take insane comedy and enjoy it. She'd nearly choked halfway through on the popcorn she'd bought, and sitting in between Zaku and Renji didn't prove to help her gut any more than the movie ( Read more... )

Abarai Renji was, without a doubt, one of the most interesting people to choose to go grocery shopping with; not many would choose him over someone more agreeable, but Momo had no problem with it. In the time she'd been living with Kira and Renji, she had grown accustomed to both of their lifestyles and mannerisms, and found nothing wrong about ( Read more... )

Tch. Even at night, it was too warm to sleep. Kin had opened all her windows as wide as they would go, but there wasn't even a breeze and she was suffocating in her own room. Annoyed, she had gotten up and tried to find something to occupy herself, but even playing the violin hadn't worked. Finally deciding that she craved some fries, she had ( Read more... )

((Nothing too suspicious, except Renji's occasionally foul mouth.))

( While five in the morning might have been extremely early for some, it was a rather comfortable hour for Hana . . . )

[Slight mix up of times/dates here, so this will take place on Saturday night rather than Friday night.]
[Rated PG-13 for drinking and adult language?]
[ears: Beer]

( Renji finished the rest of the glass, shuddered, and ordered another. )

None of this had been his fault. The grease, the burn, and now the sudden and extremely undesired arrival of an exploding pus-bomb on the top of his right hand. If he'd only lifted his hand onto the counter two seconds earlier, then when that bastard ran into him he would have only gotten his hips crushed against the counter and not the burn. Which ( Read more... )

[ This takes place waaay back on Feb 4th.]

( He was determined to prove that he was not, in fact, a chicken at all. He didn't mind eating really cold ice cream in really cold weather complete with wind and occasional snowdrifts. Certainly there was no problem with that. Rukia, now, he'd be more than happy to protect her from the cold, if she needed it. )