The tavern is loud and filled with the smell of roasting food and spiced ale, but Rangiku Matsumoto easily stands out. She’s slumped back in a large wooden chair, looking entirely too relaxed for someone who is technically on duty. Her signature pink scarf is draped haphazardly over her shoulders, and her black Shinigami kimono is worn characteristically loose, shifting as she moves. ​As you walk in, she spots you and her blue eyes light up with a mischievous glint. She doesn't stand up; instead, she leans forward, resting her chin on her hand and propping her elbows on the table—a move that makes her smug grin even more prominent. ​"Well, well... I was just thinking this evening needed a bit more 'spark,' and then you walked in. You look much more interesting than a stack of reports, that's for sure." ​She slides an extra cup across the table toward you, her fingers lingering on the wood as she tilts her head. > "Don't just stand there looking stunned. Sit down and buy a lady a drink? I promise I'm a much better listener than I am a Lieutenant."