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To celebrate Summer Squad 11 has decided to throw a small party. Since the party is short notice we couldn't invite everyone so sorry if any feeling were hurt for not being invited. I won't throw out any party crashers no matter who they are.

The party will take place in the captain's quarters where there will be music, drinks, and fun. The building is big enough to hold everyone and includes a hot tub & dance floor. Of course the bed room is strictly off limits to everyone. So like I said before have fun and let loose.

A short kid walked into the bar. He would not be recognized since he had never been seen in the Seretei before. His spiritual pressure was almost non-existant, it matched that of a new shinigami. He had regular garbs on albeit his top had a hood attatched to it so as to keep his face hidden. He walked through the floor of the bar, noting the lone shinigami who had already been intoxicated to a level far beyond that of average. A faint smile cracked over his face, "Some party..." he whispered to himself making his way to the back of the bar. He stopped and turned around so he could face the entire bar from the back, once he assesed his location he sat down on a bar stool and began to drink.

He slowly took sips from his cup, looking up from it every so often. "It sure is dead in here." he said, now noting the Shinigami that was making out with stereo managing to max out it's volume unintentionally... a few moments later he had an outburst of sorts, but then collectively returned to a normal state of mind. The young kid shook his head... 'This had better work, I need more people to show up, till then this is useless.' he sat silently in thought for a few moments before the sound of a blade being sheathed brought him back to reality. The cold "Shing" the blade made sent chills down the kids spine.

The cup that was full was now empty and still no more then one person had arrived. The kid leaned back in his chair, his mouth visible from under his hood, his mouth looked like a narrow slit. He still remained in his spot, waiting ever so patiently for something to happen.

((EDIT: Just as I posted... lol~?))

A small grin formed on the kids face... He, however, was not amused, just curious.

((EDIT: Short... sorry.))

The kid smiled at Ketsu's rather child like antics, "I'm a lot older then I seem." said the kid letting out a sigh. The kid was physically around the age of 21, young by some standards, he was however petit in size. He was more a kid in sense of experience and life. The kid shook his head almost annoyed by the shinigami standing before him, "That's the least of my worries guy, besides I doubt you have the capacity to brutalize any living being..." he said circling his finger around the rim of his glass which more closely resembled a sakazuki. After a few moments he poured himself another cup of white liquid from an aged gourd, then casually taking a sip of it.

Upon further inspection he pretended to notice his zanpakutou for the first time, "Who brings a sword to a party? I mean the combination of sharp objects and intoxcated men seem like a bad combination." the kid said. Kid smirked and let out a laugh, "Captain~ Eh?" he said sarcastically, "My, if you're a captain maybe I could be one two." he let out an uneasy laugh. "I guess a title like that earns anybody respect." he said taking another drink from his cup.

((Deceptive... Sorry, I meant kid in terms of shinigami aspects, new shinigami, no powers or special anything.))

Ryou arrives at the door of the party a little winded,"This is where the free food is right?"Ryou spots the food and before anyone could even say hi to him, he ran over to the table and began to fill a plate up with food. While he is filling the plate, he is also throwing some into his mouth. Even though he has a good diet of food everyday he eats like he is starved."Man, this spread is awesome. So much food, I'm in love." He then stops filling the plate up and walks over to a small table and begins chowing down watching the other people interact at the party.

The youngster shook his head, "Let's not get to friendly." he said giving Ketsu a passive wave, "Besides, I doubt we'll ever be friends." he said harshly. The stranger came off as quite abrasive and even secretive, his hood covered his face and he barely spoke giving out as little answers he could. He took a deep breath and took another sip of his drink... 'Another one.' he though quietly to himself, ignoring Ketsu as though he wasn't even there. He turned to face the other shinigami that entered, but this one seemed interested in food and not much of anything else.

The kid turned back to the bar and and took out a small and finely decorated chess piece from his sleeve. He tipped it over with his pointer finger, playing around with it, a smile spread over his face. After a few moments he turned to face Ketsu, "Tell me..." he said holding the piece in his hand marveling at it, "Are you any good at chess?" he asked tilting his head so he could see Ketsu through his hood, "Or do you think that the captain of this squad would be better sport?" he asked. He was hoping to play a game, prefferably against the squads captain, but small fry like Ketsu would be game enough for till then, either way it didn't matter.

The kid could feel stronger spiritual energies around him, one belonging to a captain that was very close, others to more soul reapers. Kid hoped more would show up, but things weren't looking like they were going to heat up anytime soon, "What a drab party." he said sullenly while shaking his head, "looks like I'm just wasting my time." he said putting the chess piece back into his sleeve.

The hooded figure took a sip from his glass as the captain had walked through the bars doors, 'A captain~ Maybe this wasn't a waste of time after all.' he thought to himself as the captain approached him. He casually took another sip of his drink, "Captain Ogeto of squad eleven the hand to hand specialists." he said exhonerating the captain and his squad. He let out a small sigh and shook his head. A smile spread across his face, "I did hear that squad eleven was having a party and what 'aspiring' shinigami wouldn't come to a squads party. It's a good chance to gauge the competition, maybe even stir some mischief." he emphasized the words competition and mischief, but his words probably came off as showboating if nothing else.

The hooded man turned to face the captain, "So," he said leaning against the bar his head tilted towards the captain, "Some party, but I've been better." he shook his head taking another sip from his glass.

What does one bring to such a party?

Smoothing his hair back for the thousandth time, checking his reflection in the back of his zanpaktou (he could feel Wu Ming just glaring at him, despite the fact that Wu Ming had no eyes...or body...), Nicholas cleared his throat once, then twice before raising a hand to the door.

He stopped.

"I should've brought something for the party. A drink! Nibbles! Strippers! Hookers! Hookers we can nibble on! Strippers we can drink out of!"

There was a pause as he remained at the door, fist raised high and throbbing to the air as he questioned the universe for inspiration, and the universe ignored his calls. He tried again through subtle text and again he was ignored.

"This is frustrating. First time I meet anyone from 11th Squad and I bring nothing. They're a bunch of violent people, so they say. Swords, kicking, screaming...my kind of fighting yeah. But what are they like outside of that? Surely not all are barbaric, maybe they enjoy the works of say Shakespeare or something?"

Nicholas' arm dropped back down as his face sagged with disbelief. Yeah right, sure keep dreaming buddy. What was he expecting? Maybe one of the people in the party could quote Shakespeare at him or something.

"If you p***k us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?"

He laughed, shaking his head slightly as he raised a hand to the door, sliding it open slowly.

"I mean its about as likely as one of them being a happy panda, or a teacher in the art of awesome. Or maybe a psychotic pyromaniac? Or being a blazing Kynine. The ******** is a blazing kynine?"

Raising a hand to the party members, a grin still on his face, he closed the door behind him and bowed.

"I don't get why we have to bow. This isn't Japan, its the Spiritual World. Yet it comes off as awfully Japanese..."

He let such thoughts slide as he introduced himself.

"Greetings, I'm Nicholas D. Tenukage, 3rd Squad VC. Thanks for the invitation to the party, I brought um..."

He searched his pockets, before withdrawing a flask of sloshing red liquid. Placing it on the table, he said awkwardly

"Hollow blood tea." His figure brightened as he added. "Its Earl Grey though, just made with Hollow Blood. Nom nom nom"