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Soifon/Reader
’____-chan, drink up!’ The order came along with the glug of more sake being poured into your cup. Followed by a hiccupy giggle. Matsumoto was already further gone than you. She always got drunk faster. Something about her metabolism. 'Come on. It’s no fun if I’m the only drunk one.’
You snorted. 'Is that how you get Shuuhei and Izuru to strip down for you all the time? It’s not my fault you’re a lightweight.’
'I’m not a lightweight!’ Rangiku objected, waving her sake cup to illustrate her point. She slopped the liquor all down her wrist. Pouting, she started to lick the spillage off her hand and arm. Conversation at every table near to yours quietened, leaving a dead silence as every male pair of eyes fixated on Rangiku’s tongue.
You rolled your eyes. 'Try not to give everyone a show, Rangiku.’
She blinked in docile confusion, turned her head and looked around. Her eyebrow crooked up. 'Not my fault they’re perverts-’ Her eyes fixated on something over your shoulder. 'Uh-oh.’
A prickle ran up your spine. A premonition of danger, a familiar reiatsu. You picked up your sake cup and drank it one go. You might need a little Dutch courage if your instincts were correct. There was only one thing that could make Rangiku quail, even a little bit. You looked over your shoulder.
Bingo.
Pissed-off Soifon was a dangerous Soifon. You scrambled to think of what you could possibly have done to set her off. Had you neglected the division’s training schedules? Or forgotten to do some crucial piece of paperwork? No, even in your half-drunken state, you were sure you’d done everything you were supposed to do and more. Maybe it wasn’t your fault and Omaeda had fucked up. Again.
You waved her over. Better get it over and done with. When she was done ranting at you, she might be amenable to being cheered up-
'What the hell do you think you’re doing, ____?’ she demanded, arms folded, her braids bristling like an angry cat’s tail. 'Getting drunk with your…friend.’ The look she gave Rangiku was ice-cold. 'Does your taicho run such a slack operation, Matsumoto-fukutaicho?’
'Soifon,’ you started, raising a placating hand, 'it’s after work-hours. We haven’t had much to drink, at any rate.’ You glanced at Rangiku. Well, one of us hasn’t. 'Did you get back early?’ You hadn’t expected her back from her mission until the early hours of the morning.
'What do you think?’ Soifon snapped.
You sighed. 'I’m glad. I missed you.’
The fire in her eyes flickered, faltered. 'Not enough to stay home and wait for me, of course. You’d rather go drinking with your layabout friend.’
Matsumoto snorted. ’D'you know how long it took me to drag her out for a drink, taicho? She’s been moping all week.’
You gave Rangiku a sharp shut-up look. 'Look, let’s go home. I’ll-’
'Really? What were you moping for, idiot?’ Soifon muttered. She dropped into the booth, pulling your cup and the sake bottle toward her. 'Did you think I’d fail?’
'No, she just can’t function without you around,’ Rangiku pointed out, sniggering at your pissed-off expression. 'It’s kind of pathetic.’
Soifon looked at you from the corner of her eye. 'Well, that’s just absurd,’ she said, sipping delicately from your cup. 'I didn’t think you were such a weakling.’ Her lip twitched at the corner. She drained your cup and put it down with a decisive clink. 'Don’t drink too much, fukutaicho. ____, we’re going home.’
'I…alright,’ you shrugged, at a loss for what was happening here. 'See you soon, Rangiku.'
Your friend gave you a knowing smile and a lazy wave as Soifon took you by the arm and pulled you from the bar. As soon as cool air hit your face, the world tilted on its axis and you found yourself pushed up against a cool plaster wall. You looked up. The edge of the second division barracks.
'Did you just shunpo-mmf!’
Warm lips and a firm female body pressed up against yours, pinning you between her and the wall. She tasted faintly of sake. Her hands crept into your hair, teeth nipping at your lower lip. Before you’d really caught on to what was happening, she pulled away, eyes glowing in the night.
'I missed you too, stupid.’