Ain't gonna stop for nobody, no one.

[cierva]

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.

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[soundfivebitch]

Tayuya followed her friend, silent until they arrived in the kitchen. If either of them said anything, it would probably be a stream of profanity, or vivid fantasies about all the ways you could flay Yylfordt's dick. It was better to remain silent, and seething, until they got into the kitchen.

There, mercifully, the only occupant was Nel. This was unusual because normally the occupants were Nnoitra, who had nowhere better to go, Szayel, who only pretended to have something better to do, Luppi, who didn't even pretend to have anything better to do, and Even, who was still building somewhere better to go.

Nel looked round at them as they entered, clearly mildly curious at their obvious huff, and Tayuya glanced at Nel, and then at Apache, who threw herself into a chair, and said, "He's just a fucking dickhead."

[declaregamuza]

Nel glanced up at the approaching temper, and saw Tayuya and Apache stomp into her kitchen. Nel had endured a long day of doing the same housewifey crap she always tended to do in the Palace, partly because there was little else to do and partly because most of the Palace's occupants were men and men just didn't seem to see mess the same way she did.

From the look on Apache and Tayuya's faces, someone in possession of a penis had upset them, badly. Further examination showed Apache seemed to be the more injured party, which meant the offender was more likely the second of the two possibilities.

She had been about to make herself a cup of tea, but this might be a situation that called for a bottle of wine. She also had a box of chocolates tucked away somewhere the boys would never look. When Nel wanted to hide things in the kitchen, she hid it with the cleaning supplies. The boys would probably wash dishes, eventually, but if one of them ever broke out the mop without being asked, Nel might faint.

"Go on," she said, "what's Yylfordt done now?"

[declaregamuza]

Aizen had said yes.

It hadn't been a simple task to ask him. He'd needed convincing as she'd expected he would, and he'd been wary even then. The assurance that both she and Halibel would be there, that the girls would behave themselves, and that Nel would bring everyone straight back home if trouble began had gone a long way.

They'd picked a city to party in that wasn't Rabanastre. Rabanastre, convenient as it was for this kind of thing, was home to The Order, and Akatsuki, and any number of others that might recognise them. They could do without being recognised on a night out.

Halibel had been happy to come too, although she'd expressed doubt that Aizen would let them. She'd agreed in principle, and then, when Aizen had said yes, had seemed roughly as enthusiastic about going out for the night as she might be about getting an ingrown toenail fixed. Nel was fairly sure she'd perk up once they were out, however.

It had felt good to get ready for a night out, though. Nel had forgotten just how long it had been. A full face of make up, and doing her hair, and picking clothes and shoes was the sort of thing she hadn't even realised she'd missed. There was something normal about it that had been absent from their lives as Arrancar.

She was killing time in the kitchen, waiting for the others to finish applying their war paint, and drinking a very small glass of wine. Well, something about the outfit made mere tea seem wrong. She might be flying them out there, but they'd be staying overnight so she could really have fun, and a small glass of wine now wasn't going to affect her flying ability.