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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[cierva]

"I do," Apache said, agreeing again.

She probably wouldn't actually murder Yylfordt, but only because he wasn't so stupid that he would not get his mask out and protect himself with his hierro before she managed it.

"Think the boss would let us if you asked?" She cocked her head to one side, looking slightly hopeful.

She never got to get out of the palace, not unless it was Official Arrancar Business. It would be nice to just leave, even for a night, do to something fun.

Or someone fun, she wouldn't rule that out, either.

[declaregamuza]

Nel paused, and screwed her face up, making a hesitant noise.

Would Aizen let them out for a night on the tiles? Except that wasn't really the question, the question was whether Aizen, given his Arrancar's history of finding trouble every time they step outside of the Palace, allow Apache in a bad mood outside of the Palace in search of alcohol, with Tayuya in tow?

She hissed through her teeth. "I can ask," she said, finally, "but he might take some persuading."

Lots of persuading, if Aizen had recent exploits in mind. Though she could point out that Apache had yet to be embroiled in Grimmjow and company's outside world spats, and was more likely to cause trouble if confined to the Palace for the night than if she was allowed out. Under Nel's supervision, of course.

"I might ask Halibel if she'll come, first," she murmured. Then at least she could tell Aizen that Apache and Tayuya would have two sensible high ranked Espada babysitting them.

[soundfivebitch]

"Well," Tayuya said, very reasonably, "if he says no, then we'll have to hit the booze here, and I'm not sure he wants us drunk and angry in the same building as Yylfordt."

Something was liable to happen, and it wouldn't be the same as if Apache got drunk and was simply in Yylfordt's presence. That might have a happier outcome, although Apache would probably be mortified the next day because Yylfordt wouldn't have had to crawl to her.

As it was, he'd be lucky to keep his dick overnight.

[cierva]

"Sure," Apache said, nodding. "And Tayuya's right. If I get drunk here, he will not survive the night."

She folded her arms and put her head on them, scowling. Well, he might survive the night, he thought, but his dick might not, especially if he spoke Al Bhed at all.

"Halibel hasn't been out for ages, has she?" Apache asked, looking up. "Might be a good thing for her to get out, too."

[declaregamuza]

Nel murmured, thoughtfully, smirking at Apache. "I might try and downplay the bit where you're itching for a fight," she told her.

She was right, though. Halibel hadn't been out since Midgar, and although Halibel was the sort that would never let on if she was bored, or feeling caged, she might appreciate a night out to let her hair down. It wasn't as if there were many options to pique her interests in the Palace, anyway, so getting out for some eye candy would do her some good. You couldn't live in work mode all the time.

She opened the box of chocolates and picked one out at random; she wasn't too fussy about what she got. "I'll go and see if Halibel would even want to come," a phrase which meant 'convince Halibel to come whether she'd want to or not', "then I'll speak Aizen. No promises, though," she warned, before popping the chocolate into her mouth and flashing a brief smile at the other two before she turned to leave.

[soundfivebitch]

Tayuya watched Nel go before she moved forward and picked up the lid to the box of chocolates, examining the contents to find one that wasn't gross.

She picked out a strawberry cream and put it in her mouth before she looked at Apache. "I don't care if she has to suck Aizen's dick to convince him," she said, around a mouthful of chocolate and strawberry flavouring, "so long as he says yes."

[cierva]

"If it'd get me out of this fucking palace," Apache said, picking one of the few wrapped chocolates in the box and unwrapping the foil from around it, "I'd suck Aizen's dick."

She hoped that Halibel said yes, and that Nel managed to convince him all the same, dick sucking or no. Getting out, even for one night, would be a vastly better use of her time than slowly murdering the Espada she was supposed to answer to.

[soundfivebitch]

Tayuya looked thoroughly disgusted, pulling a face and giving Apache a horrified look. "Augh," she exclaimed, "that's Aizen." Who was attractive if you went for the speccy old nerd type, but you also needed to have a penchant for sociopathic murdering bastards while you were at it. Midgar was at his behest, she knew that much, and he'd made the Arrancar in a set of procedures even more dangerous than the ones that had created the Sound Five, which put Aizen somewhere between Orochimaru and Sin on the uncaring destructive forces scale.

"I'm eating," she complained, and then picked out a different chocolate to follow the one in her mouth.