...particular train of thought was beside the point, however, which was that Soi Fon did not enjoy being woken up by a hell butterfly message sent by an intoxicated Rangiku Matsumoto containing the words 'Grimmjow', 'bar fight', 'help', 'now' and 'bitchin' tequila'. Especially at two o'clock in the morning. Unfortunately, ignoring Grimmjow was not an option, which was why she was now flash-stepping her way through the districts of the Rukongai until she reached a certain bar in the 57th. Her destination was easy to find, if the noise hadn't alerted her to the fact that she was close, the unconscious bodies of the Eleventh Division officers sprawled outside was a fairly good indicator.
Charming. That bastard better have a good reason for depriving me of sleep…
Kami, now I know I'm exhausted. I just started thinking about other ways he could keep me awake. This is all Yoruichi's fault for putting the idea in my head, and Grim - Jeagerjacques' fault for being Jeagerjacques.
His name is Jeagerjacques. Damn it.
Shaking her head, she stepped down off the roof and crossed the street, stepping over the sprawling officers as she pushed open the door to the bar.
Inside was pandemonium...