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Ain't gonna stop for nobody, no one.
Apache was nettled.
Yylfordt, in Apache's opinion, was being a monumental jackass. Granted, she accepted that she probably shouldn't have needled him about his loss to Kadaj while he was still being a pissy little bitch about it, but he acted as though being beaten by him was something to be ashamed of, which apparently it wasn't, so she wasn't the only one who thought he shouldn't have come off worse. Yylfordt thought it himself.
Yylfordt was just petty. When things didn't go his way he took it out on other people and, to make things worse, he took them out on them in Al Bhed, which was just rude when half the room didn't speak it and less than that spoke it as fluently as he did. He just pissed her off when he acted like a baby.
She liked Tayuya's idea of getting out of the palace. It was a good idea. She hadn't gotten out since the Midgar mission. The rest of them had, but they'd elected to leave her behind, as usual, probably at Yylfordt's behest, she thought, so she was due a break. She needed a break. If Tayuya managed to convince Nel, or even Halibel, that a girl-only trip out was worth it, she'd be happy. She needed to be away from the palace's sausagefest for at least a night or she was at risk of getting testosterone poisoning.
As such, she stomped away from the Sunhouse and to the kitchen, with Tayuya. When they got there she was relieved to see that it was entirely free of the usual suspects who haunted it. Nnoitra was nowhere to be seen, Szayel was gone for once, luckily for him, and neither Even nor Luppi were around either. Apache threw herself into a chair with a scowl on her face.
If Nel said no, she was going to murder that blonde-haired Granz bastard in his sleep.
Yylfordt, in Apache's opinion, was being a monumental jackass. Granted, she accepted that she probably shouldn't have needled him about his loss to Kadaj while he was still being a pissy little bitch about it, but he acted as though being beaten by him was something to be ashamed of, which apparently it wasn't, so she wasn't the only one who thought he shouldn't have come off worse. Yylfordt thought it himself.
Yylfordt was just petty. When things didn't go his way he took it out on other people and, to make things worse, he took them out on them in Al Bhed, which was just rude when half the room didn't speak it and less than that spoke it as fluently as he did. He just pissed her off when he acted like a baby.
She liked Tayuya's idea of getting out of the palace. It was a good idea. She hadn't gotten out since the Midgar mission. The rest of them had, but they'd elected to leave her behind, as usual, probably at Yylfordt's behest, she thought, so she was due a break. She needed a break. If Tayuya managed to convince Nel, or even Halibel, that a girl-only trip out was worth it, she'd be happy. She needed to be away from the palace's sausagefest for at least a night or she was at risk of getting testosterone poisoning.
As such, she stomped away from the Sunhouse and to the kitchen, with Tayuya. When they got there she was relieved to see that it was entirely free of the usual suspects who haunted it. Nnoitra was nowhere to be seen, Szayel was gone for once, luckily for him, and neither Even nor Luppi were around either. Apache threw herself into a chair with a scowl on her face.
If Nel said no, she was going to murder that blonde-haired Granz bastard in his sleep.
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"Let us hope we do not return to find the Palace in tatters," she said, "after leaving the boys here to fend for themselves."
It was, as far as Halibel was concerned, a risky venture for that fact alone. They managed when Nel wasn't around, but that was planned management. It would be interesting to see what happened among the younger of the Arrancar when Nel was unexpectedly absent from her typical duties.
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It was curious, because, in his limited experience, leaving the only girl in the group he used to belong to was more of a recipe for disaster than leaving the men.
Some in the palace seemed independent enough not to rely on Nel, at least. The biggest danger was probably somebody offing Szayel.
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It might have been a bid to exact revenge on Yylfordt, but it was going to be good, too.
She had been getting ready with Tayuya, trying to pick an outfit that wasn't outright slutty, but that showed off what she wanted to show off. A low-cut top, a push-up bra and a short skirt did the trick, together with some boots. She didn't really have the shoes for a night out, but that didn't matter. With her eye-make up techniques, she ended up using the rock chick look more often than not, anyway.
Together with Tayuya, she headed to the kitchen where they had agreed to meet up with Nel.
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It also meant she'd never really dressed up for a night out before, so she'd joined forces with Apache to scour her wardrobe for something she could wear. She'd ended up with one of Apache's tiny skirts, and one of her own shirts, tucked and folded so it was that little bit of a tighter fit than she usually wore it.
She'd also dispensed with the headwear for the night. It didn't really go.
The net result was that Tayuya didn't really look like herself if you were used to seeing her around the Palace. She didn't normally put anywhere near this much effort in.
She went with Apache, once they were both ready, and entered the kitchen, glancing at the others. Nel hit about the same level on the slutty scale as Apache did. Halibel, for Tayuya, scored a point higher, because while she was only showing as much cleavage as Nel, hers was peeking underneath her top. Tayuya suddenly felt much more comfortable wearing a skirt.
Even was there too, she noticed, surrounded by boobs he didn't appreciate, and drinking a glass of wine.
"Pre-loading?" She asked, looking pointedly at Nel's glass of wine, and then at Nel.
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"Well, some of us were taking an age to get ready," she said, in reply. "You two look good," she told them.
Apache might have been out to make Yylfordt jealous, she wasn't sure, yet, but if she was, it was going to work. Even though Yylfordt would inevitably not admit it.
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Maybe if the night went slowly....
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Thanks," she said, pleased with the compliment. Then she eyed the bottle of wine and Nel's glass of it. "Drink up, then."
She was looking forward to getting out. She had grabbed some gil from her room to cover as many drinks as she could, but she was banking on not having to buy too many herself. She was sure there'd be a few generous guys and girls in the bars or clubs they hit up.
Without waiting, she headed back out into the hallway.
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He looked at the bottle of wine on the table and pointed at it, before Nel left. "May I?"
Well, why not.
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"Come on then," she said, following Apache into the corridor, and ushering Halibel along with her.
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Yes, she was definitely going to enjoy herself tonight.
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"Where the vilg are you going?" He asked, eyebrows raised. He hadn't seen girls dressed up like regular tarts for a bit, and he'd never seen these girls dressed up like that at all.
He wasn't sure what to stare at first. Nel's cleavage? Halibel's under cleavage? Tayuya in a skirt? Apache, uh....
Apache got a look up and down before Yylfordt made himself look away. Fortunately, there were plenty of things for him to look away at.
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If he dared try and put the ban on that because he was the Espada of the two, he was going to find a knee being rammed very forcefully into his groin.
Still, she didn't miss the look over she got. That was almost enough to make her smirk, but she managed to keep it suppressed.
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"You look nice," he said, giving her a grin. "You asked Kuja if you can go with them, or are you just goin' without givin' a fuck?"
I mean, it was all fine by him, but he didn't want her to get in trouble and get herself banned from Skite outings. That would, in his opinion, be shit.
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Kuja probably wouldn't care so long as she didn't get into trouble, though. He had bigger things to worry about than one of the Sound Four heading out for the night. She hoped so, anyway. Tayuya hadn't wanted to risk getting told no, and even if he did ban her from Skite trips in future, Kadaj could probably talk him round. Or, well, convince him, somehow.
She approved of the look Grimmjow gave her, anyway. She wasn't sure about the skirt, but he seemed to like it, so it couldn't have been bad. Admittedly, Grimmjow would probably give her that look if she showed up in his bedroom wearing a bag, but that was beside the point.
"Wouldn't want him fretting about not being the girliest motherfucker in the building for five minutes, would we?"
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"Right," he said, half distracted. Something was nagging at him and he couldn't put his finger on what. "Well," he began, awkwardly, "about earlier, I--"
It clicked.
"Rumo cred," he said, staring. "Your eyes are different colours!"
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Then Yylfordt spoke and she just stared at him, as if he was a complete and utter idiot.
"Tell me you're not serious," she said, looking ready to slap him upside the head herself if Apache didn't get there first.
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Is that why he'd never said anything nice, for fucking real? When he asked earlier why he'd say that to her, he thought he was just being an ass, he didn't consider the possibility that he just hadn't noticed.
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Amazingly, he looked genuinely shocked about her eye colour, but still, there was always the possibility that he was messing with her. Right? Right.
"Are you taking the piss?" She asked, narrowing her very mismatched eyes.
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Yylfordt could tell at a glance the gauge of a bolt, but he didn't usually notice crap like colour.
"No," he said, wondering how it was possible that Apache seemed even more wound up with him than she'd been before. "I'm guessing they're not contacts," he said, realising that he wouldn't be treated like an idiot for only just noticing those.
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Hammered and, for preference, hooked up with some rando with a pretty face and a couple more brain cells than the average slug, which would make them markedly brighter than Yylfordt.
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"Can we go now?" She asked, perhaps a little more snappily than she'd intended.
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He was still baffled. Yylfordt had managed to make it clear that, inside him, he had depths of intense obliviousness as yet unplumbed. It was unbelievable.
He shook it off and turned to Tayuya again, trying to wipe the look of dumbfounded surprise off his face to see her off. "Try not to kill anyone," he said, joking, though his humour was still somewhat dampened by the weight of Yylfordt's unfathomable denseness.
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She threw Grimmjow a casual wave with the back of her hand as she turned. "Try not to trash the place while we're gone," she replied.
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"No promises," she told him, with a grin, and then added, "same to you." Grimmjow might have to exert some self control to refrain from killing Yylfordt while trying to beat some sense into his unusually thick skull.
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He'd probably opened his mouth too much already.