you didn't care to know who else may have been you before

[nostray]

Who: A nostray and an wingsofsilver walk out of a bar....
What: DRUNKEN.... INTIMATE.... SHENANIGANS which have been a long time coming really and will be denied by both parties for the rest of eternity
When: Evening of the 8th whenever that was
Where: 8-8
Warnings: BBBBBAAAAAAANNNNNNKKKKKKKKAAAAAAAAIIIIIII shit why am i why is this hilarious to me i can't (NC-17/

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[nostray]

I'd hafta be a lot drunker'n I am t'think somethin' like that.

[settling back into the sofa a little more, taking up a little more space because honestly why the hell not]

Begs th'question though: Why does an asshole like you put up with an asshole like me.

[because he's wise enough and inebriated enough to know that 'put up with' is probably the right term of phrase here, considering how they wind each other up. the question's spoken teasingly, a cocky grin taking the place of his displeasure like he doesn't really care about the answer - more of a taunt than a quest for knowledge]

[you've got a million snarks up your sleeve waiting for me, but i'm still sitting here right now with a beer from your fridge in my hand. what gives, ah?]

[wingsofsilver]

Well, thank heaven for small miracles. [Really Renji, can you stop hogging the couch? It's a three-seat, not a bed. With a raised eyebrow of mild annoyance, he shifts a little closer to his end and rests his arm on the armrest, even though he says nothing. And people say he doesn't know how to share.

And then of course the asshole would go and ask a question like that. How the hell is Gin supposed to know? Hot body or not, the dude's an idiot and a ginger, two things Gin never cares enough to put up with. AND YET... So, might as well turn the tables back.]

Why do you?

wow christmas and failure stole me I AM ON THIS AGAIN i'm so sorry aki dfgkj

[nostray]

'Cause yer an asshole. Makes fer decent conversation. Plus, ya got a fridge an' it's got beer in it an' that's okay with me.

[there's no depth in it, and that's something made automatically clear by the complete lack of hesitance with which he speaks, inhibition lost to slight inebriation]

[what it does mean, though, the plainness of the words, is that he's comfortable. comfortable to bitch and moan and be outsmarted and snarked at and to give as good as he gets. it's comfortable and steadying, the sort of relationship he's used to back home, bantering in bar rooms with comrades and companions]

Yer not so bad.

IT'S OKAY, I WAITED FOR YOU.

[wingsofsilver]

[Crap, he actually had an answer ready for that? Gin makes a slight face and tips back another mouthful of the beer, deciding that he is just not ready to handle this heartfelt (okay, heartfelt for them) conversation perfectly sober.

Or mildly buzzed. Whichever one he is.]

Well maybe I like you because you're so pretty. [He finally says after a moment, voice laced with amusement to make the joke pretty clear. He's not sure how to feel about Renji saying he might not be all the asshole he's tried so hard to be, so his reflexive response is to be a sarcastic asshole. ... it's a vicious cycle.]

AAAA MY HEEEAAARRTTT /////

[nostray]

[The joys of being a practiced drinker; you know when the time is nigh to be suitably inebriated, and you can switch it on and off at the drop of a hat until you've had a little too much and you slip and lose the switch. right now, though, tipsy as all hell is very firmly switched on, and he grins with the jibe]

[hhhhand comes up to his dashing red locks and he twirls his finger around a segment of the ponytail, pulling it down next to his cheek and batting his eyelashes]

[it's likely a fairly traumatising sight to behold, really]

What can I say. I put a lot o'work in, buy the right shampoos, never let the leftover milk bath water go to waste.

[the worst part probably being not a single word is a lie]