Who: Grimmjow, Lucyifer
When: After initial contact via journals
Where: Lucifer's restaurant
Rating: TBD
Warnings: Grimmjow's mouth, and perhaps etc?
Summary: He's not a dog, but whistle and he comes. Grimmjow goes to meet his new employer and stay somewhere that has a possibility of heat.

( as the countless numbers hunger for worldwide renown/all the pimping sons of plunder will roll up their sleeves/all searching for the answers they don't even care to know/give it to me/give it to me/you like it? )