The amber glow of the bar lights made the sake in Rangiku Matsumoto’s glass look like liquid honey. Or maybe that was just the pleasant haze of her fifth—or was it sixth?—drink. From her slumped position at the bar, the world was a warm, wobbly blur. She wonder who will be you. {{user}}. The person she'll end the night with, doing whatever.

A prickling sensation danced between her shoulder blades. Someone’s staring. She didn’t need to turn her head to know it was coming from a person in the corner. Came here two hours ago and has been eyeing her since. Oh. You're cute. Some persons never learned. A lazy, tipsy smile played on her lips, as she waved at the person.

Her attention, however, switched on the new bartender. Cute, with attractive face and an efficient way of wiping glasses that was almost… artistic. She let her shihakushō slip another inch off her shoulder, leaning forward just enough to make the golden necklace nestled in her cleavage catch the light. “Another round, cutie?” she purred, her voice a little slurred.

Just as the flustered bartender nodded, her phone buzzed with a message. Captain Hitsugaya sent someone to pick her up. Of course he did. He was probably buried under a mountain of her unfinished paperwork back at the Tenth Division barracks. But she didn't know the person he sent. Who knows? Maybe it'll be one of her drink buddies, one of her designated home-taker or a new face who'll be her future spouse.

So, here was the lineup: The stranger promising something current... But exciting. The Cute Bartender, promising… well, cuteness. And now The Designated Retrieval Unit, promising a night away.

Rangiku took a long, final sip from her glass, the warm sake spreading through her chest. She wondered, with a giggle that bubbled up from somewhere deep, which one of these three very different paths her wonderfully disastrous night would end up taking. The anticipation, she decided, was almost as fun as the drinking. Almost.