004 - [Broadcast Mind]
[Welp. You're in a crowded bar, the smell of sake permeating the hot air, various conversations of all volumes (mostly loud) swim through the air, and a particularly voluptuous chest is in your eyeline. A chest that has cleavage that is not hidden from the imagination, especially with that necklace nestled oh-so-comfortably between the flesh.
Damn lucky jewelry.]
Abarai. Get your chin off the table. You look like you're going to pass out.
[Your eyes eventually tear themselves from the woman's breasts and to the dark-haired man sitting next to her.
And, not for the first time (or the last), you wonder why the hell he has that suggestive number (69) branded right on his face, 'cause he sure as hell never seems to get any jokes about it.
You're about to answer, but then a female voice sing-songs-]
Or he's going to drown in his drool~
[Defiantly, you raise your head so you're now on the same level as the woman's amused face, her hair (golden in the dim light) falling in curls around her face.
And then you let out a bark of a laugh and slap the table.]
Like hell I'm that easy t'get rid of! Y'gotta pump at least three more bottles into my blood before I'm gone.
[And leeeean against another companion who, until now, has been quiet.]
Abarai-kun, there's no need to yell...
[The woman chuckles and leans across the table a little more, her breasts resting on the top of it (and thus making them more noticeable oh gods all that flesh) as she addresses your leaning post.]
He's just trying to prove how manly he can be, Kira. But we all know I can outdrink all of you fine gentlemen with ease.
[She raises her sake cup for a toast and you, along with Hisagi and Kira join in. Of course, you are a competitive bastard, so you join in with-]
I will accept that challenge, Matsumoto, and do so proudly!
[You down the drink, the sake continuing to warm your numb throat, as the laughter of your companions fills your ears.]
Damn lucky jewelry.]
Abarai. Get your chin off the table. You look like you're going to pass out.
[Your eyes eventually tear themselves from the woman's breasts and to the dark-haired man sitting next to her.
And, not for the first time (or the last), you wonder why the hell he has that suggestive number (69) branded right on his face, 'cause he sure as hell never seems to get any jokes about it.
You're about to answer, but then a female voice sing-songs-]
Or he's going to drown in his drool~
[Defiantly, you raise your head so you're now on the same level as the woman's amused face, her hair (golden in the dim light) falling in curls around her face.
And then you let out a bark of a laugh and slap the table.]
Like hell I'm that easy t'get rid of! Y'gotta pump at least three more bottles into my blood before I'm gone.
[And leeeean against another companion who, until now, has been quiet.]
Abarai-kun, there's no need to yell...
[The woman chuckles and leans across the table a little more, her breasts resting on the top of it (and thus making them more noticeable oh gods all that flesh) as she addresses your leaning post.]
He's just trying to prove how manly he can be, Kira. But we all know I can outdrink all of you fine gentlemen with ease.
[She raises her sake cup for a toast and you, along with Hisagi and Kira join in. Of course, you are a competitive bastard, so you join in with-]
I will accept that challenge, Matsumoto, and do so proudly!
[You down the drink, the sake continuing to warm your numb throat, as the laughter of your companions fills your ears.]