Bust or Bust

His expression was soft, but thoughtful, considerate. It didn't take long for him to recognize the woman. It was the tanned beauty with the canon for an arm. Subconsciously he remembered the pain of that small box breaking the skin and drawing blood. That night they met, she mad been in the private company of Shimizu Kawa so in his mind, he loosely affiliated her with the nobles.

Though he remember her speech and vernacular wasn't quite up to the noble standard, she was like him in that way. He did well to look her in the eyes as he turned to reply to her given other parts of her were equally pleasing to see. He made note that he should indeed watch he said about their former sōtaichō. No carried no hatred for the Jukan so a faux pas was unlikely even if he wasn't choosing his words carefully but even still, the fallen deserved decorum.

"You're right about that but there's a human saying for times like these. 'It is what it is'." He wasn't dressed in corps regulation clothing nor his inverted haori, tonight he was one of the nameless faceless shinigami of the gotei. Shi'Kuyo wondered for a moment if that would make those in proximity more or less weary of him. "The way I see it we should all be raising a glass to her. Even if you didn't care much for how she lead or hated her guts for cutting off your arm, she was still a leader and she left this plane as a leader."

He stared into the browns of his scotch examining every wave and ripple that formed in it with every shot glass that was slammed on the bar-top by those sitting next to them. "The responsibility she bore for the lot of us was a heavy one." From his peripheral vision he could see various shifting and changes in body language from the other patrons as he spoke. "Here. I've got enough of these to share one," He carefully slid a shot over to her. "-should help kick start that Long Island of yours."

Wow. So much cross. He didn't flinch at her critical comments. He'd been called lame before, mostly back in the onmitsukidō where hazing was quite commonplace. It didn't sting much these days namely coming from someone he didn't even know.

The only part he found offensive was the 'act' accusation. She was wrong it was no act, Shi'Kuyo was plain and simple the coolest there was. If he wasn't telling him as much wouldn't convince him. "Do you always assume you know everyone well enough to know when they're acting? If you're gonna be kind-of-a-dick like last time I can't share my drinks with you." Before he could add-on in explaining to her how hot she was and how little that mattered to him in this moment others swarmed in on his words like moths to a flame of conflict.

Swinging around in his swiveling bar stool he leaned back against said bar, facing the approaching shinigami. He did snort and choke on his drink a little at the 'looking for a fuck' comment. It was true her style of dress drew in attention to her and her beyond average looks, still he had to think aloud. "You guys have no tact." They all seemingly took offense to his interjection but given the woman was easier on the eye they mostly paid him no mind and directed their angst at her.

With enough time to secure one more shot down his throat he didn't bother giving the gentlemen any fair warning. It seemed the woman would be doing just that. "...." There was no need for himself to fuel the flames any farther he'd only come here to drink, not to pick up sexy girls in short-shorts or argue morals with gotei lapdogs.