I don't understand [OPEN]

[love_paperwork]

CHARACTERS: Nanao
SUMMARY: Nanao arrives. Is confused. Goes to get drunk.
PLACE: Tier 3
TIME: ...current?
WARNINGS: Emo drinking

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[unluckyforsome]

True to her eclectic schedule, Yoruichi made her way to a randomly selected pub once she'd had enough of the whining kids on the computers. It hadn't taken that long, and she was sure Simon wouldn't attempt to find her tonight. Since she'd left a note on her door directing anyone towards the pub, she figured she was safe to do as she pleased.

It was when she opened the pub door to see a tipsy and recognisable shinigami vice-captain that the evening started to look up. Smirking, she shut the door behind her and approached Nanao's table, taking one of the empty glasses to check the contents before sitting down opposite the girl.

"Ise Nanao of the Eighth Division, wasn't it?"

[love_paperwork]

Nanao looked up quickly, a little too quickly, and her head spun. She thought she had already established that no one from home was here. So why did this person look alot like Yoruichi, ex-captain? She frowned.

"Yes. You are Yoruichi right?" She looked at the glasses strewn across the table. Had she really drank that much? Shunsui would be proud. Her back stiffened at the thought and she took another full gulp.

"Why are you here?" It was a question Nanao was sure she couldn't answer, but she needed to ask anyways. "Why am I here? How do I get back to Soul Society?"

[unluckyforsome]

The girl looked like crap, if Yoruichi had to put it bluntly. Apparently the centre running the operation hadn't taken group loyalties into account when choosing their 'citizens'. Or maybe they had, and this was some kind of desired result.

"Yeah, that's me," she half-stood and leaned across the table to snag Nanao's emptying glass from her hand. "That's enough now, kid. Save the drinking until after you know what's going on."

She settled back, drawing up both legs so she was sitting Indian-style on the chair, and knocked back the rest of the alcohol. "Who knows? They're being ambiguous enough to put Kisuke to shame."

[love_paperwork]

Nanao didn't reach out for the glass but she was a bit annoyed. If she wanted to drink herself into oblivion, who was she to tell her no? She put her hands in her lap and stared resolutely at the table.

"I want to go home." It was almost pitiful, she thought to herself. She sounded like a child. She rubbed at her temples. "None of this makes any sense. Who on could block reiatsu? Not eve-" She froze and snapped her head back up to look at Yoruichi.

"Is this one of Aizen's tricks?"

[purewhitesword]

Rukia was hungry, and decided to wander into the pub in search of some food. She hadn't found a chance to go shopping yet, what with her vague attempts at a Sasuke watch and trying to get the whole situation sorted out.
She hadn't expected to suddenly walk into a partial meeting of the Soul Society Woman's Association, nor had she expected to see Ise Fukutaicho there.

"Yoruichi-san, Ise Fukutaicho, what are you two doing here?"

[unluckyforsome]

They had had quite a while to get settled into drinking, and the table was littered with glasses of various shapes and sizes by the time Rukia arrived. Yoruichi turned her head to eye the shorter woman, and waved one finely-boned hand to indicate she approach.

"Ah, Rukia! Come and have a drink."

[love_paperwork]

Nanao looked up and waved at Kuchiki.

"Kuchiki-san, come drink. It isn't as if there is anything else to do." She was sipping something dark red quietly. The only real indication of how horribly drunk she was was the blush all over her cheeks and her talkativeness.

"We need more people to drink with after all." She pushed away some of the glasses and scooted over to give the girl room to sit down. Her glasses kept slipping and she put a hand up to push them back.

[purewhitesword]

Rukia wasn't normally one for drinking, and was mildly uncomfortable about consuming alcoholic beverages with a superior officer and... Yoruichi. It wasn't that she didn't trust the Shihouin per se, it was that she knew from Renji that she and Urahara liked to hit it hard, and Rukia didn't have the stamina for a prolonged bender.
She was also considerably smaller than the other women.
Well, there was no escaping it. She bowed politely and went up to get a drink.