( The first 5 Asks to send 💋 get a kiss. 4/5 )
Frankly, Miki Fuyuno shouldn't be allowed to drink. Or at the very least, she shouldn't be allowed to spend time in company of people who can drink far more than her. You see, when there is enough (see: not much) alcohol coursing through her veins, she gains the most unfounded sense of confidence. Miki is already a confident woman, so where else is her extreme self assurance supposed to go but towards things she has no business being confident with?
Drinking with Rukia and Rangiku always seems to end in chaos. Rangiku can drink both of them under the table, yet, Rangiku manages to start situations even though she’s not half as sloshed as they are. It’s her, with those alluring lips curved into a cunning grin, who whispers in Miki’s ear the suggestion. She’s not even halfway through before Miki is clamoring away from their booth, ignoring Rukia’s shouts of protest, towards Kensei who is sat at the bar with a few fellow officers.
Her elbow lands on the table and the bottles and glasses on it rattle in protest. She holds her palm out to him. "Let’s do this, little man~" She’s offering an arm wrestle. Miki Fuyuno, in all her 4′10″ glory is challenging Kensei ‘welcome to the gun show’ Muguruma to a contest of strength.
If anyone could gather, physical strength is obviously not where her prowess lies. But you see, she has a plan! 100% guaranteed to work!!
Kensei looks somewhere between amused, annoyed, and taken aback at the situation. He offers a few sideways glances to his companions who merely shrug in response. He then quirks a brow and puts his elbow on the bar. His hand nearly encompasses the entirety of hers, yet Miki has a look on her face like she’s already won. She braces herself.
Kensei’s arm doesn’t budge. Not even a little. She grits her teeth and tries again. The soles of her shoes slip on the hardwood. She throws all her might into moving his arm and it doesn’t even wobble. How rude! He’s just sitting there, not even trying.
The slightest crack of a grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. It’s then when she leans in, placing a quick kiss against his lips. He definitely jumps, his shoulders raising in surprise. This is her chance! She pushes against his arm with every ounce of drunken strength she has. His arm tilts toward her side of the bar, a couple inches at most, before he tenses and her arm is thrown the other way.
"UWAAA- IT DIDN'T EVEN WORK-!!" she whines, her forehead dropping to the table with a loud thunk. She can hear the snickers of Rukia and Rangiku in back at their booth.
Now she has to pay Rangiku 500 kan.
