[Log] Shoe Searching (Status - Complete)
Characters: Gin, Rangiku
Location: The Vending Machine
Date: July 1st, 2007, after lunch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Matsu wants her shoe back!
Ugh. Her shoe. Her poor little innocent shoe. Who knew what mean things Gin had been doing to it. The sneaky bastard. Rangiku would also need to have a talk with Uryuu. Trying to buy her shoe! As if. Had he not realized that she was not someone you wanted to mess around with? Oh, she would not have done anything mean, like putting tacks on the seat of his chair, or setting a small fire in his office, but she had her ways. If Gin would have given the shoe to Uryuu, Rangiku would have adopted him as her new best friend. Which, as luck would have it, was something that Uryuu probably did not want. You might think that all that went on in that pretty little head of hers was thoughts about sake and clothing, but she did have a clever wit, and an annoying drive to get things done, that it, when she wanted to get them done. Rangiku would have bugged Uryuu so much that he would have dreamed about it. She'd already figured that she'd start with insistent e-mails, labeled urgent of course. Her shoe was no laughing matter to her. While she might not have been the world's fastest typer, she still would have flooded his inbox with her random rambling. She'd make time for it.
Ah, the evil plans of a busty woman.
Now though, she had other plans. They included taking another small break, even though she had just finished lunch, and paying a visit to a vending machine. The life of her shoe was on the line. Plus, she had managed to buy off Gin with a trip to the vending machine. She could point out that he had accepted just a trip, for Rangiku had not even said a trip with her, yet, she could be nice. Plus, despite his foxish ways, Gin had always been there for her. Heck, he'd even managed to get her this job, and he was perhaps the one reason that the lazy blonde managed to keep it for so long. Some might find it strange that she stayed, but in reality, Rangiku actually liked it. Not so much the work aspect of it, for that was dull and boring seventy percent of the time, but more so the interaction with her fellow employees. What happened when you put so many people under one roof? A lot of insanity ensued. Had it been a boring, slow work pace setting, she'd have run for the hills long ago, Gin or no Gin.
Having managed to avoid anyone who might send her back to her desk without bothering to hear her excuse, (which was she needed to go to the bathroom, and she would have gone into far greater detail, explaining everything, if need be, just to embarrass the person into letting her pass) she came to a pause. One arm crossed around her chest, the other resting on the hand with her fingers tapping along her lip, Rangiku looked about. There, in all its holy glory (or so you would think, considering how people loved the machine. Personally, it usually just ate Rangiku's money and gave her nothing in return) was the vending machine. Gin had said that he would be here. How exactly he had known what she would be skipping away to lunch with the girls had given her a moment's pause. Then again, it's not like it was out of her character to do so.
"You better have taken care of my shoe, Gin" Rangiku muttered under her breath, leaning back against the wall. If not, well, she'd just throw the other at his head. Then he could have both. Heck, she'd throw in a dress, and he could create a buzz in the office. 'Though', she thought, 'He doesn't really have the figure to fill out my dress...'
Location: The Vending Machine
Date: July 1st, 2007, after lunch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Matsu wants her shoe back!
Ugh. Her shoe. Her poor little innocent shoe. Who knew what mean things Gin had been doing to it. The sneaky bastard. Rangiku would also need to have a talk with Uryuu. Trying to buy her shoe! As if. Had he not realized that she was not someone you wanted to mess around with? Oh, she would not have done anything mean, like putting tacks on the seat of his chair, or setting a small fire in his office, but she had her ways. If Gin would have given the shoe to Uryuu, Rangiku would have adopted him as her new best friend. Which, as luck would have it, was something that Uryuu probably did not want. You might think that all that went on in that pretty little head of hers was thoughts about sake and clothing, but she did have a clever wit, and an annoying drive to get things done, that it, when she wanted to get them done. Rangiku would have bugged Uryuu so much that he would have dreamed about it. She'd already figured that she'd start with insistent e-mails, labeled urgent of course. Her shoe was no laughing matter to her. While she might not have been the world's fastest typer, she still would have flooded his inbox with her random rambling. She'd make time for it.
Ah, the evil plans of a busty woman.
Now though, she had other plans. They included taking another small break, even though she had just finished lunch, and paying a visit to a vending machine. The life of her shoe was on the line. Plus, she had managed to buy off Gin with a trip to the vending machine. She could point out that he had accepted just a trip, for Rangiku had not even said a trip with her, yet, she could be nice. Plus, despite his foxish ways, Gin had always been there for her. Heck, he'd even managed to get her this job, and he was perhaps the one reason that the lazy blonde managed to keep it for so long. Some might find it strange that she stayed, but in reality, Rangiku actually liked it. Not so much the work aspect of it, for that was dull and boring seventy percent of the time, but more so the interaction with her fellow employees. What happened when you put so many people under one roof? A lot of insanity ensued. Had it been a boring, slow work pace setting, she'd have run for the hills long ago, Gin or no Gin.
Having managed to avoid anyone who might send her back to her desk without bothering to hear her excuse, (which was she needed to go to the bathroom, and she would have gone into far greater detail, explaining everything, if need be, just to embarrass the person into letting her pass) she came to a pause. One arm crossed around her chest, the other resting on the hand with her fingers tapping along her lip, Rangiku looked about. There, in all its holy glory (or so you would think, considering how people loved the machine. Personally, it usually just ate Rangiku's money and gave her nothing in return) was the vending machine. Gin had said that he would be here. How exactly he had known what she would be skipping away to lunch with the girls had given her a moment's pause. Then again, it's not like it was out of her character to do so.
"You better have taken care of my shoe, Gin" Rangiku muttered under her breath, leaning back against the wall. If not, well, she'd just throw the other at his head. Then he could have both. Heck, she'd throw in a dress, and he could create a buzz in the office. 'Though', she thought, 'He doesn't really have the figure to fill out my dress...'