LOG POST!
Who: Matsumoto Rangiku and Madarame Ikkaku
What: A drinking contest + Truth or Dare.
Where: Matsumoto's rooms in the Soul Society.
When: At seven o'clock last night after this thread.
Why: Because our characters like to get drunk.
Also: Your characters didn't see this. Warnings for talk of sex, Matsumoto's breasts, swearing and drinking, lots and lots of drinking.
Matsumoto sat quietly at her paper-covered desk. She sighed inwardly and looked at the clock on the wall behind her. It read five minutes to seven. Five minutes left until Happy Hour, she thought to herself, a small smile on her face. She turned around to face the massive pile of papers on her desk and her small smile disappeared in an instant. Briefly, Matsumoto wondered if she could sneak out of here just a little bit early…
Ikkaku carried a paper sack under his arm which held three assorted bottles of alcohol from the living world. Generally, there was an unlimited supply of sake in Soul Society, but he personally preferred the variety that the living world had to offer. It would be up to Matsumoto what she wanted to drink, of course.
He headed to her rooms and went in without knocking. She'd said she had work to do until seven, and he assumed she wouldn't be back yet, which had ended up being a correct assumption. He turned on a light and sat cross-legged on a cushion on the floor, pulling out the bottles one by one and looking them over. Which to start with... He sort of wanted to start without her, but it would only be a few more minutes, and it wouldn't be a fair contest if he got a head start...
Matsumoto leaned back in her chair and stretched her arms outwards. Oh, why did work have to be so - so tedious? She listened eagerly to the prominent ticking of the clock and thought of the unopened sake hiding under her bed next to the… other bottles of unopened sake. She hoped Ikkaku brought some other types of alcohol from the living world, though. Rum and tequila were rather appealing.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
“That’s it,” she said as she stood up from her chair and a flurry of paper fell onto the floor. Not even bothering to pick them up or push her chair in, Matsumoto hurried from the room and into the dark hallway. There were several bottles of alcohol and a bald man waiting for her in her quarters and nothing was stopping her.
Ikkaku tapped his fingers on the floor, beginning to grow rather impatient. He'd half expected her to cut out early, since she knew he was coming, and he knew how little she liked doing real work. He grinned rather roguishly when she finally slid open the door. "Took you long enough," he teased.
“My apologies,” she said as she flipped her long, strawberry blonde hair. “I assume you have the goods then, Ikkaku?” She sat down beside him on one of the fluffy floor cushions. “I see you brought some alcohol from the living world.”
"Sake will do in a pinch, but I prefer something with more bite," Ikkaku replied. He lifted each of the bottles in turn, showing her their labels. Vodka, tequila, and whiskey, all high-proof and reasonably expensive brands. "What's your pleasure, Rangiku-san?"
“Oh, let’s see.” Matsumoto picked up the bottle of vodka and examined it. “I’ve never had vodka before.” She squinted at the label and then put the bottle down next to her. “I know I have a bottle of sake somewhere in this room…” Groaning a little, she got up from her spot and walked over to a drawer in one of the dressers. “I’m sorry, Ikkaku-san, but I think I’ll just have sake tonight,” she said as she pulled out the unopened bottle and walked back to her spot on the cushions. “Ah,” she sighed softly as she sat down back. “Now, it’s our normal rules - yes?” She turned to Ikkaku and gave him a little smirk as she uncorked the sake bottle.
"Yup," Ikkaku agreed, turning his cushion to face hers and choosing the vodka to start on. He pulled his favourite shot glass from his pocket and set it on the floor in front of him. "I propose 'Truth or Dare' for tonight's festivities. I don't think we've played that one in quite a while."
“The sounds good,” Matsumoto said as she pulled her own shot glass out of her pocket. She glanced idly at the door to her quarters and then looked down at the bottle of vodka in front of them. “Fill me up, Ikkaku,” she said as she held out her shot glass.
"I thought you were only going to have sake tonight," the man teased, pouring her shot first, and then his own. "Just for that, you first. Truth or dare?" He waited for her to lift her glass, and then bolted down the vodka, grimacing slightly as it seared its way down his throat. The first was always the worst. At least he'd started with the vodka. His throat would be pleasantly numb by the time they got to the tequila or whiskey.
“I changed my mind.” She took her shot glass, her lips pursed while she contemplated which choice to pick. “I’ll pick Truth,” she said as she tipped back the vodka, trying not to gag on the horrible burning taste. Nevertheless, she smacked her lips when she finished and glanced over at Ikkaku. “Not bad,” she commented quietly.
"Liar," Ikkaku grinned, immediately pouring each of them a second. "It tastes like ass and you know it. The trick is to drink it quickly so that you don't have to taste it for very long." Truth, then? He liked picking embarrassing questions for her, because he knew she would return the favour. "What's your favourite sexual position?" Then he swallowed his second shot and began setting up a third.
Matsumoto laughed as she picked up her second shot. “It’s alcohol, Ikkaku. Does it really matter how it tastes?” She asked him playfully. Adjusting her robes and her pink scarf, she blushed at the question. “You always start off with such hard, embarrassing questions,” she told him as she downed the next shot. “Hmm. My favorite sexual position… Oh, that’s so private…” Matsumoto giggled. “Well, I’m not one for riding since that’s so much work and most of my partners were never worth all the effort.” She paused and grabbed her third shot. “I really liked having sex on a desk.”
"That's a shame, about your partners, that is." Ikkaku swallowed his third shot. He was curious who she'd been with on the desk, but he'd have to wait until his next question before he could ask. "I'll take Truth, too."
Matsumoto nodded. “Mm, yes, it is,” she agreed, knowing that Ikkaku’s next question would ask who she’d been at it with on the desk. “Alright, the same question to you then.” She paused again to take her third shot. “Oh, and I’ll have a Dare for the next one.”
The man smirked. Thwarting him, was she? He'd remember his question for her next Truth. Maybe. He took another shot before answering. "I rather like being ridden..." He contemplated further. "Though fucking someone facedown into the floor is rather fun, too, if you're angry at them..."
"Let's see... For your dare... Go open your door and shout that Soi Fong-taichou sleeps with a pink bunny at night." He was not terribly good at coming up with dares...
“Mm, you would like being ridden,” she remarked. “I have to imagine it’s rather painful for the person being fucked facedown into the floor, though.” Matsumoto wondered vaguely who Ikkaku was talking about, but she could wait to ask on Ikkaku’s next turn. She grumbled as she stood up to open the door to yell her dare out into the dark night. “Soi Fong-taichou sleeps with a pink bunny at night!” She screeched into the emptiness. Someone responded with a “shut up, bitch!” and she giggled as she shut the door again. “Okay, Truth or Dare?” Matsumoto asked him as she sat down in her spot.
Ikkaku had heard that curious tone, and could guess at her next question, but couldn't be bothered to care. "Truth," he responded, pouring another round. He intended to keep the alcohol going strong and fast. Matsumoto better not have gotten soft on him, or he'd have to find someone better to drink with, and people like them were few and far between.
Matsumoto leaned back, tipping another shot down her throat. “Hmm,” she hummed in thought. “Who angered you so much that you fucked them facedown into the floor?” She asked the bald man.
"That was...a long time ago," Ikkaku murmured vaguely, though he didn't think he would be getting out of answering the question in the slightest. He took the opportunity to swallow another shot before he continued. "I taught Abarai how to fight. You probably knew that. But no one knew what we did when we weren't fighting. Stress relief, you know." He cocked an eyebrow at her. "Truth or Dare?"
“I did know that you taught Abarai to fight… I didn’t know you screwed him…” Matsumoto said, waving her hand a little. She hummed again and picked up another shot; she was renown among the Gotei 13 (and probably all of the Soul Society) to hold her alcohol very, very well ever since she started drinking at a young age. It might have been the hunger inside her that drove her to drink… It might have been something she was not ready to admit to… “I’ll have a Truth, thank you,” she said, looking over at him.
"Who fucked you over the desk?" Ikkaku asked bluntly, pouring each of them another. How many had it been, now? He couldn't remember, but his limbs were beginning to feel quite pleasantly warm. And half the bottle was gone.
Matsumoto snorted at the question; the bitterness of the vodka turning into a contented warm feeling inside her body. “Shunsui-san,” the blonde-haired woman replied without hesitation, her eyes glancing over at the unopened bottle of sake. “Truth or Dare?”
Ikkaku was vaguely surprised at her answer, and that fact showed clearly on his face. "I never took Shunsui-taichou for that type," he remarked idly. "Dare me."
Matsumoto shrugged. “It was only one time, really. I was drunk.” She paused and poured herself another shot. How many shots had she had? “I think I was drunk anyway. It was ages ago.” She waved her free hand in thought, her breasts bouncing while she did so. “I dare you to - to say the words ‘in bed’ after everything you say for the next five minutes.”
Ikkaku raised an eyebrow, bursting into surprised laughter. That was going to be a difficult dare to complete. "Fine, fine. Truth or Dare...in bed..." He smirked. Okay, so it was going to be rather fun, too.
“Shut up, it sounds funny!” Matsumoto murmured. Coming up with dares were not really her thing but she was saving the decent ones for when they were much more inebriated.
She giggled; she could be such a child at times. “Another Truth, please.” The woman picked up the bottle of vodka and poured them their sixth - no, maybe seventh shot. Or was it the eighth?
The man took his time pouring their next round, trying to come up with a good question. "Have you ever thought about Hitsugaya-taichou...in bed?" He'd wanted to word the question just so, that way it would work when he had to add the phrase to the end.
Matsumoto watched Ikkaku out of the corner of her eye while she idly drank down the next round of shots. She almost choked on Ikkaku’s question, however. “Well, that’s…” Admittedly, she thought about her taichou in bed on some occasions but not really in a sexual manner - he was her taichou, after all. He was at least six hundred years younger than her and… “I… Yes, actually. Sometimes. Ah, yes,” she said as a small blush crossed her face. “Truth or Dare?” She asked him, trying to push her thoughts away.
The bald man's face split in a wide grin with this new, and somewhat damning knowledge. This was why they could play this game openly; each of them gave up information that they didn't want shared, which was motivation enough not to tell anyone else what they discovered about one another. "Truth," he responded. "In bed."
Keeping secrets was Matsumoto’s specialty; she’d kept secrets for Gin in the past and she kept secrets for Ikkaku when they played their drinking games. “Mm, do you wear underwear beneath that hakama?” She asked with a small smirk. “And I’ll have a Dare this time.”
"No, I don't," Ikkaku responded, wiggling his eyebrows teasingly at her. Then, his eyes rolled up to the ceiling in thought. A truly evil thought occurred to him, and he seized the other two bottles of liquor, opening each of them. He poured equal amounts of vodka, tequila, and whiskey into her shot glass and then used his pinky to swirl the murky brown liquid. "I dare you to drink that." Thankfully, his five minute time limit was up. She might not have made it to her bed with the shot in hand.
“I knew it!” Matsumoto shouted out loud, her breasts bouncing happily. She giggled in triumph, falling over backwards a little. Attempting to control her fit of laughter as she sat back up again, she looked over at Ikkaku and made a face at what he was doing. “Oh, that looks delicious,” she said sarcastically as she picked up the shot. She gave it a little sniff - it smelled terrible, but oh well. “Here goes,” she murmured as she tipped back the shot, the awful taste burning her throat. She grimaced and coughed a little, “oh god, that was terrible.” She laughed a bit and put the shot glass down. “Your turn.”
Ikkaku quickly poured them each a normal shot; the bottle of vodka was nearly empty, and he was just starting to really feel it. Praises be for being a shinigami, who could naturally hold their liquor better than humans, not to mention his own natural proficiency for it. "Truth, if you please."
Matsumoto pondered the next question while Ikkaku poured the next shot. “Oh, let’s see…” She fixed her scarf in thought; she was definitely starting to feel the alcohol now. “What’s the worst sexual experience you’ve ever had?”
Oh my. She wasn't pulling any punches, now was she? Ikkaku grinned wolfishly. "That would have to be my first time with a man," he answered. "I was young, and he was much older." The bald man smirked; if she wasn't pulling any punches, then he wouldn't either. "His cock was huge and he wasn't gentle. I felt it for a week. That was when I was still alive, though..." He gave her the last of the vodka in the bottle and poured a shot of whiskey for himself. "Truth or Dare?" he asked, toasting her as he swallowed down the booze. At this point, it was tasting pretty good.
“That sounds kind of unpleasant,” Matsumoto remarked. Really, she wasn’t sure how guys could have sex with each other. She took it up the ass once and it hurt more than when she lost her virginity. And, no, she certainly wasn’t pulling any punches - this stuff was juicy and it’s not like she’d remember half of it in the morning. “Truth, please,” the blonde said cheerfully as she knocked back the last shot of vodka.
"It was extremely unpleasant," he agreed, refilling both shot glasses with whiskey. The man tapped a finger against his lips in contemplation. Oh this would be interesting. "Have you had any impure thoughts about me?" he asked. He certainly wouldn't be hurt if she hadn't, but it would be terribly amusing if she had.
Oh, Ikkaku was really hitting her hard tonight. Matsumoto raised a brow and laughed into her glass. “It depends what you mean by ‘impure,’ Ikkaku.” She smirked a little as she refilled her shot and downed it. “Ah, well, I’d certainly be lying if I hadn’t thought about you in a not so innocent way,” she told him, her cheeks flushed pink from the warmness of the whiskey. “After all, don’t you remember the last time we played this game with Kira-kun? I think he asked me the same question about you…” She mused fondly for a moment before resuming her gaze on Ikkaku. “Truth or Dare.”
He didn't remember, but that wasn't so surprising, considering they drank long and heavily whenever they played. "Dare," he replied, drinking down one shot, and then another in quick succession, just to keep up with her.
Matsumoto hummed happily, the buzz of the alcohol really spreading throughout her now. “Mmm. I have a good one,” she teased as she swallowed another shot. “Strip down to your birthday suit and do the chicken dance.”
Oh god. Ikkaku burst out laughing, his cheeks a vivid shade of pink, though whether it was embarrassment or alcohol was anyone's guess. However, the bald man had no shame, and he easily stood up, swaying just a little in place. He was careful to avoid the bottles and glasses on the floor, however, stepping out of them and tugging off his haori. He smirked and dropped it on Matsumoto's head before slipping out of his hakama as well. He left his socks on, just to be ridiculous, and did a short rendition of the dance she'd requested, turning in a circle so she could get a full view.
When he was satisfied she'd had enough, he pulled his hakama back on, tying it tightly around his waist, and then sat back down, not bothering with the haori. After what he'd just done, a bare chest was nothing. He poured a shot of whiskey and drank it, before asking, "Truth or Dare?"
Matsumoto knew this dare would not be a big deal to Ikkaku - the guy would probably give her a strip tease if she asked nicely - not that it would mean anything between them other than just plain drunken fun. She watched Ikkaku take off his haori and toss it top of her head; she just laughed and removed it from her head, putting it in her lap. “Nice socks,” she giggled as she watched him perform the dance. She clapped and laughed in amusement, because it was really something to watch your bald comrade do the chicken dance butt naked. After he finished and put back on his hakama pants, Matsumoto calmed down a little and took her next shot. “I’ll have a Dare, thanks,” she replied with a small smirk on her face.
"Lap dance, please," Ikkaku grinned. "You can stay clothed." He poured them each another shot in the mean time.
“You pick such fun dares,” she said, a pleased smirk curling upon her face. “Although, I would have thought you’d like to have seen me naked.” She stood up - rather wobbly, of course - and looked down at her half naked friend. Fixing her hair and straightening her hakama pants. “Mm, alright.” Matsumoto started to slowly sway her hips, running her manicured hands down her curvy waist. On any other occasion where she was giving a lap dance, there would be music and Ikkaku would be sitting someplace else… She arched her back slightly and sank lower, hands sliding all over her stomach and hips with her mouth opened a little. It was a little tough without music or anything but… they were getting drunk and it wasn’t like anyone was watching them.
Ikkaku sat back and watched, chuckling quietly to himself. Despite the lack of music, Matsumoto had rhythm and knew what to do with it. It did make it awkward that he was sitting on the floor, though, so he knew not to expect too much. He poured two shots and handed one up to her as she moved.
Matsumoto moved her hands and ran them through her long hair, a soft noise escaping her pink lips. Her hips continued to move slowly, gyrating a mere foot away from Ikkaku. She took the shot from him and downed it quickly while she danced, she could tell he was definitely enjoying this even though it wasn’t much. After a moment, she sat back down again and smiled at him. “Truth or Dare?”
The man clapped for her, grinning. "And here everyone usually focuses on your chest," he teased. "Clearly they don't know what they're missing." He poured some more, and now his movements were beginning to grow sloppy, though he somehow managed to keep any liquid from spilling. "Truth."
“You’re such a flatterer,” she said, holding out her shot glass to him. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and smirked at him. “Ah, but my breasts are what bring the boys in, usually.” She tipped back another shot of whiskey and smacked her lips. “The weirdest place you’ve ever had sex?”
That was a difficult one. Ikkaku frowned. "I'm not sure if I've had sex in a really strange place," he commented thoughtfully. Most of his partners had been people he was training with, and on one particularly memorable occasion, a woman he'd been sent to kill. She'd known his purpose in coming to her, and yet they'd had the most unbelievable sex before he'd completed his task. That had been when Ikkaku was still alive; his profession had been assassin. Although, he supposed that that example counted as a strange place to have sex. "The bed of a woman I had been assigned to kill. With the woman I had been assigned to kill. And she knew why I was there when she instigated it, too." He grinned luridly. "Truth or Dare?"
Matsumoto knew plenty about Ikkaku’s life in the living world - he could remember it miraculously well - unlike she, who couldn’t remember much more than a few small memories of when she was alive. Ikkaku’s answer was quite intriguing and she couldn’t help but stare at her friend. “That sounds like it was definitely interesting. And I’ll have a Truth, please.”
"Hold that thought," Ikkaku objected with a lopsided grin. "Let's take a piss break. And then we'll finish this bottle of whiskey."
“You read my mind,” Matsumoto said, meeting Ikkaku’s grin with her own. “We still have the bottle of tequila, too.” She picked up the bottle of sake next to her and giggled. “And we can’t forget the sake.”
What: A drinking contest + Truth or Dare.
Where: Matsumoto's rooms in the Soul Society.
When: At seven o'clock last night after this thread.
Why: Because our characters like to get drunk.
Also: Your characters didn't see this. Warnings for talk of sex, Matsumoto's breasts, swearing and drinking, lots and lots of drinking.
Matsumoto sat quietly at her paper-covered desk. She sighed inwardly and looked at the clock on the wall behind her. It read five minutes to seven. Five minutes left until Happy Hour, she thought to herself, a small smile on her face. She turned around to face the massive pile of papers on her desk and her small smile disappeared in an instant. Briefly, Matsumoto wondered if she could sneak out of here just a little bit early…
Ikkaku carried a paper sack under his arm which held three assorted bottles of alcohol from the living world. Generally, there was an unlimited supply of sake in Soul Society, but he personally preferred the variety that the living world had to offer. It would be up to Matsumoto what she wanted to drink, of course.
He headed to her rooms and went in without knocking. She'd said she had work to do until seven, and he assumed she wouldn't be back yet, which had ended up being a correct assumption. He turned on a light and sat cross-legged on a cushion on the floor, pulling out the bottles one by one and looking them over. Which to start with... He sort of wanted to start without her, but it would only be a few more minutes, and it wouldn't be a fair contest if he got a head start...
Matsumoto leaned back in her chair and stretched her arms outwards. Oh, why did work have to be so - so tedious? She listened eagerly to the prominent ticking of the clock and thought of the unopened sake hiding under her bed next to the… other bottles of unopened sake. She hoped Ikkaku brought some other types of alcohol from the living world, though. Rum and tequila were rather appealing.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
“That’s it,” she said as she stood up from her chair and a flurry of paper fell onto the floor. Not even bothering to pick them up or push her chair in, Matsumoto hurried from the room and into the dark hallway. There were several bottles of alcohol and a bald man waiting for her in her quarters and nothing was stopping her.
Ikkaku tapped his fingers on the floor, beginning to grow rather impatient. He'd half expected her to cut out early, since she knew he was coming, and he knew how little she liked doing real work. He grinned rather roguishly when she finally slid open the door. "Took you long enough," he teased.
“My apologies,” she said as she flipped her long, strawberry blonde hair. “I assume you have the goods then, Ikkaku?” She sat down beside him on one of the fluffy floor cushions. “I see you brought some alcohol from the living world.”
"Sake will do in a pinch, but I prefer something with more bite," Ikkaku replied. He lifted each of the bottles in turn, showing her their labels. Vodka, tequila, and whiskey, all high-proof and reasonably expensive brands. "What's your pleasure, Rangiku-san?"
“Oh, let’s see.” Matsumoto picked up the bottle of vodka and examined it. “I’ve never had vodka before.” She squinted at the label and then put the bottle down next to her. “I know I have a bottle of sake somewhere in this room…” Groaning a little, she got up from her spot and walked over to a drawer in one of the dressers. “I’m sorry, Ikkaku-san, but I think I’ll just have sake tonight,” she said as she pulled out the unopened bottle and walked back to her spot on the cushions. “Ah,” she sighed softly as she sat down back. “Now, it’s our normal rules - yes?” She turned to Ikkaku and gave him a little smirk as she uncorked the sake bottle.
"Yup," Ikkaku agreed, turning his cushion to face hers and choosing the vodka to start on. He pulled his favourite shot glass from his pocket and set it on the floor in front of him. "I propose 'Truth or Dare' for tonight's festivities. I don't think we've played that one in quite a while."
“The sounds good,” Matsumoto said as she pulled her own shot glass out of her pocket. She glanced idly at the door to her quarters and then looked down at the bottle of vodka in front of them. “Fill me up, Ikkaku,” she said as she held out her shot glass.
"I thought you were only going to have sake tonight," the man teased, pouring her shot first, and then his own. "Just for that, you first. Truth or dare?" He waited for her to lift her glass, and then bolted down the vodka, grimacing slightly as it seared its way down his throat. The first was always the worst. At least he'd started with the vodka. His throat would be pleasantly numb by the time they got to the tequila or whiskey.
“I changed my mind.” She took her shot glass, her lips pursed while she contemplated which choice to pick. “I’ll pick Truth,” she said as she tipped back the vodka, trying not to gag on the horrible burning taste. Nevertheless, she smacked her lips when she finished and glanced over at Ikkaku. “Not bad,” she commented quietly.
"Liar," Ikkaku grinned, immediately pouring each of them a second. "It tastes like ass and you know it. The trick is to drink it quickly so that you don't have to taste it for very long." Truth, then? He liked picking embarrassing questions for her, because he knew she would return the favour. "What's your favourite sexual position?" Then he swallowed his second shot and began setting up a third.
Matsumoto laughed as she picked up her second shot. “It’s alcohol, Ikkaku. Does it really matter how it tastes?” She asked him playfully. Adjusting her robes and her pink scarf, she blushed at the question. “You always start off with such hard, embarrassing questions,” she told him as she downed the next shot. “Hmm. My favorite sexual position… Oh, that’s so private…” Matsumoto giggled. “Well, I’m not one for riding since that’s so much work and most of my partners were never worth all the effort.” She paused and grabbed her third shot. “I really liked having sex on a desk.”
"That's a shame, about your partners, that is." Ikkaku swallowed his third shot. He was curious who she'd been with on the desk, but he'd have to wait until his next question before he could ask. "I'll take Truth, too."
Matsumoto nodded. “Mm, yes, it is,” she agreed, knowing that Ikkaku’s next question would ask who she’d been at it with on the desk. “Alright, the same question to you then.” She paused again to take her third shot. “Oh, and I’ll have a Dare for the next one.”
The man smirked. Thwarting him, was she? He'd remember his question for her next Truth. Maybe. He took another shot before answering. "I rather like being ridden..." He contemplated further. "Though fucking someone facedown into the floor is rather fun, too, if you're angry at them..."
"Let's see... For your dare... Go open your door and shout that Soi Fong-taichou sleeps with a pink bunny at night." He was not terribly good at coming up with dares...
“Mm, you would like being ridden,” she remarked. “I have to imagine it’s rather painful for the person being fucked facedown into the floor, though.” Matsumoto wondered vaguely who Ikkaku was talking about, but she could wait to ask on Ikkaku’s next turn. She grumbled as she stood up to open the door to yell her dare out into the dark night. “Soi Fong-taichou sleeps with a pink bunny at night!” She screeched into the emptiness. Someone responded with a “shut up, bitch!” and she giggled as she shut the door again. “Okay, Truth or Dare?” Matsumoto asked him as she sat down in her spot.
Ikkaku had heard that curious tone, and could guess at her next question, but couldn't be bothered to care. "Truth," he responded, pouring another round. He intended to keep the alcohol going strong and fast. Matsumoto better not have gotten soft on him, or he'd have to find someone better to drink with, and people like them were few and far between.
Matsumoto leaned back, tipping another shot down her throat. “Hmm,” she hummed in thought. “Who angered you so much that you fucked them facedown into the floor?” She asked the bald man.
"That was...a long time ago," Ikkaku murmured vaguely, though he didn't think he would be getting out of answering the question in the slightest. He took the opportunity to swallow another shot before he continued. "I taught Abarai how to fight. You probably knew that. But no one knew what we did when we weren't fighting. Stress relief, you know." He cocked an eyebrow at her. "Truth or Dare?"
“I did know that you taught Abarai to fight… I didn’t know you screwed him…” Matsumoto said, waving her hand a little. She hummed again and picked up another shot; she was renown among the Gotei 13 (and probably all of the Soul Society) to hold her alcohol very, very well ever since she started drinking at a young age. It might have been the hunger inside her that drove her to drink… It might have been something she was not ready to admit to… “I’ll have a Truth, thank you,” she said, looking over at him.
"Who fucked you over the desk?" Ikkaku asked bluntly, pouring each of them another. How many had it been, now? He couldn't remember, but his limbs were beginning to feel quite pleasantly warm. And half the bottle was gone.
Matsumoto snorted at the question; the bitterness of the vodka turning into a contented warm feeling inside her body. “Shunsui-san,” the blonde-haired woman replied without hesitation, her eyes glancing over at the unopened bottle of sake. “Truth or Dare?”
Ikkaku was vaguely surprised at her answer, and that fact showed clearly on his face. "I never took Shunsui-taichou for that type," he remarked idly. "Dare me."
Matsumoto shrugged. “It was only one time, really. I was drunk.” She paused and poured herself another shot. How many shots had she had? “I think I was drunk anyway. It was ages ago.” She waved her free hand in thought, her breasts bouncing while she did so. “I dare you to - to say the words ‘in bed’ after everything you say for the next five minutes.”
Ikkaku raised an eyebrow, bursting into surprised laughter. That was going to be a difficult dare to complete. "Fine, fine. Truth or Dare...in bed..." He smirked. Okay, so it was going to be rather fun, too.
“Shut up, it sounds funny!” Matsumoto murmured. Coming up with dares were not really her thing but she was saving the decent ones for when they were much more inebriated.
She giggled; she could be such a child at times. “Another Truth, please.” The woman picked up the bottle of vodka and poured them their sixth - no, maybe seventh shot. Or was it the eighth?
The man took his time pouring their next round, trying to come up with a good question. "Have you ever thought about Hitsugaya-taichou...in bed?" He'd wanted to word the question just so, that way it would work when he had to add the phrase to the end.
Matsumoto watched Ikkaku out of the corner of her eye while she idly drank down the next round of shots. She almost choked on Ikkaku’s question, however. “Well, that’s…” Admittedly, she thought about her taichou in bed on some occasions but not really in a sexual manner - he was her taichou, after all. He was at least six hundred years younger than her and… “I… Yes, actually. Sometimes. Ah, yes,” she said as a small blush crossed her face. “Truth or Dare?” She asked him, trying to push her thoughts away.
The bald man's face split in a wide grin with this new, and somewhat damning knowledge. This was why they could play this game openly; each of them gave up information that they didn't want shared, which was motivation enough not to tell anyone else what they discovered about one another. "Truth," he responded. "In bed."
Keeping secrets was Matsumoto’s specialty; she’d kept secrets for Gin in the past and she kept secrets for Ikkaku when they played their drinking games. “Mm, do you wear underwear beneath that hakama?” She asked with a small smirk. “And I’ll have a Dare this time.”
"No, I don't," Ikkaku responded, wiggling his eyebrows teasingly at her. Then, his eyes rolled up to the ceiling in thought. A truly evil thought occurred to him, and he seized the other two bottles of liquor, opening each of them. He poured equal amounts of vodka, tequila, and whiskey into her shot glass and then used his pinky to swirl the murky brown liquid. "I dare you to drink that." Thankfully, his five minute time limit was up. She might not have made it to her bed with the shot in hand.
“I knew it!” Matsumoto shouted out loud, her breasts bouncing happily. She giggled in triumph, falling over backwards a little. Attempting to control her fit of laughter as she sat back up again, she looked over at Ikkaku and made a face at what he was doing. “Oh, that looks delicious,” she said sarcastically as she picked up the shot. She gave it a little sniff - it smelled terrible, but oh well. “Here goes,” she murmured as she tipped back the shot, the awful taste burning her throat. She grimaced and coughed a little, “oh god, that was terrible.” She laughed a bit and put the shot glass down. “Your turn.”
Ikkaku quickly poured them each a normal shot; the bottle of vodka was nearly empty, and he was just starting to really feel it. Praises be for being a shinigami, who could naturally hold their liquor better than humans, not to mention his own natural proficiency for it. "Truth, if you please."
Matsumoto pondered the next question while Ikkaku poured the next shot. “Oh, let’s see…” She fixed her scarf in thought; she was definitely starting to feel the alcohol now. “What’s the worst sexual experience you’ve ever had?”
Oh my. She wasn't pulling any punches, now was she? Ikkaku grinned wolfishly. "That would have to be my first time with a man," he answered. "I was young, and he was much older." The bald man smirked; if she wasn't pulling any punches, then he wouldn't either. "His cock was huge and he wasn't gentle. I felt it for a week. That was when I was still alive, though..." He gave her the last of the vodka in the bottle and poured a shot of whiskey for himself. "Truth or Dare?" he asked, toasting her as he swallowed down the booze. At this point, it was tasting pretty good.
“That sounds kind of unpleasant,” Matsumoto remarked. Really, she wasn’t sure how guys could have sex with each other. She took it up the ass once and it hurt more than when she lost her virginity. And, no, she certainly wasn’t pulling any punches - this stuff was juicy and it’s not like she’d remember half of it in the morning. “Truth, please,” the blonde said cheerfully as she knocked back the last shot of vodka.
"It was extremely unpleasant," he agreed, refilling both shot glasses with whiskey. The man tapped a finger against his lips in contemplation. Oh this would be interesting. "Have you had any impure thoughts about me?" he asked. He certainly wouldn't be hurt if she hadn't, but it would be terribly amusing if she had.
Oh, Ikkaku was really hitting her hard tonight. Matsumoto raised a brow and laughed into her glass. “It depends what you mean by ‘impure,’ Ikkaku.” She smirked a little as she refilled her shot and downed it. “Ah, well, I’d certainly be lying if I hadn’t thought about you in a not so innocent way,” she told him, her cheeks flushed pink from the warmness of the whiskey. “After all, don’t you remember the last time we played this game with Kira-kun? I think he asked me the same question about you…” She mused fondly for a moment before resuming her gaze on Ikkaku. “Truth or Dare.”
He didn't remember, but that wasn't so surprising, considering they drank long and heavily whenever they played. "Dare," he replied, drinking down one shot, and then another in quick succession, just to keep up with her.
Matsumoto hummed happily, the buzz of the alcohol really spreading throughout her now. “Mmm. I have a good one,” she teased as she swallowed another shot. “Strip down to your birthday suit and do the chicken dance.”
Oh god. Ikkaku burst out laughing, his cheeks a vivid shade of pink, though whether it was embarrassment or alcohol was anyone's guess. However, the bald man had no shame, and he easily stood up, swaying just a little in place. He was careful to avoid the bottles and glasses on the floor, however, stepping out of them and tugging off his haori. He smirked and dropped it on Matsumoto's head before slipping out of his hakama as well. He left his socks on, just to be ridiculous, and did a short rendition of the dance she'd requested, turning in a circle so she could get a full view.
When he was satisfied she'd had enough, he pulled his hakama back on, tying it tightly around his waist, and then sat back down, not bothering with the haori. After what he'd just done, a bare chest was nothing. He poured a shot of whiskey and drank it, before asking, "Truth or Dare?"
Matsumoto knew this dare would not be a big deal to Ikkaku - the guy would probably give her a strip tease if she asked nicely - not that it would mean anything between them other than just plain drunken fun. She watched Ikkaku take off his haori and toss it top of her head; she just laughed and removed it from her head, putting it in her lap. “Nice socks,” she giggled as she watched him perform the dance. She clapped and laughed in amusement, because it was really something to watch your bald comrade do the chicken dance butt naked. After he finished and put back on his hakama pants, Matsumoto calmed down a little and took her next shot. “I’ll have a Dare, thanks,” she replied with a small smirk on her face.
"Lap dance, please," Ikkaku grinned. "You can stay clothed." He poured them each another shot in the mean time.
“You pick such fun dares,” she said, a pleased smirk curling upon her face. “Although, I would have thought you’d like to have seen me naked.” She stood up - rather wobbly, of course - and looked down at her half naked friend. Fixing her hair and straightening her hakama pants. “Mm, alright.” Matsumoto started to slowly sway her hips, running her manicured hands down her curvy waist. On any other occasion where she was giving a lap dance, there would be music and Ikkaku would be sitting someplace else… She arched her back slightly and sank lower, hands sliding all over her stomach and hips with her mouth opened a little. It was a little tough without music or anything but… they were getting drunk and it wasn’t like anyone was watching them.
Ikkaku sat back and watched, chuckling quietly to himself. Despite the lack of music, Matsumoto had rhythm and knew what to do with it. It did make it awkward that he was sitting on the floor, though, so he knew not to expect too much. He poured two shots and handed one up to her as she moved.
Matsumoto moved her hands and ran them through her long hair, a soft noise escaping her pink lips. Her hips continued to move slowly, gyrating a mere foot away from Ikkaku. She took the shot from him and downed it quickly while she danced, she could tell he was definitely enjoying this even though it wasn’t much. After a moment, she sat back down again and smiled at him. “Truth or Dare?”
The man clapped for her, grinning. "And here everyone usually focuses on your chest," he teased. "Clearly they don't know what they're missing." He poured some more, and now his movements were beginning to grow sloppy, though he somehow managed to keep any liquid from spilling. "Truth."
“You’re such a flatterer,” she said, holding out her shot glass to him. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and smirked at him. “Ah, but my breasts are what bring the boys in, usually.” She tipped back another shot of whiskey and smacked her lips. “The weirdest place you’ve ever had sex?”
That was a difficult one. Ikkaku frowned. "I'm not sure if I've had sex in a really strange place," he commented thoughtfully. Most of his partners had been people he was training with, and on one particularly memorable occasion, a woman he'd been sent to kill. She'd known his purpose in coming to her, and yet they'd had the most unbelievable sex before he'd completed his task. That had been when Ikkaku was still alive; his profession had been assassin. Although, he supposed that that example counted as a strange place to have sex. "The bed of a woman I had been assigned to kill. With the woman I had been assigned to kill. And she knew why I was there when she instigated it, too." He grinned luridly. "Truth or Dare?"
Matsumoto knew plenty about Ikkaku’s life in the living world - he could remember it miraculously well - unlike she, who couldn’t remember much more than a few small memories of when she was alive. Ikkaku’s answer was quite intriguing and she couldn’t help but stare at her friend. “That sounds like it was definitely interesting. And I’ll have a Truth, please.”
"Hold that thought," Ikkaku objected with a lopsided grin. "Let's take a piss break. And then we'll finish this bottle of whiskey."
“You read my mind,” Matsumoto said, meeting Ikkaku’s grin with her own. “We still have the bottle of tequila, too.” She picked up the bottle of sake next to her and giggled. “And we can’t forget the sake.”