...e hangs out with you."
She laughed at that one as she shifted back into his arms. "Touché."
He shrugged. "You walked right into that one. And I wouldn't worry. She may be a little bee to you, but she's more than capable of taking care of herself. There's someone for everyone, she'll get there eventually. Now, go keep her company."
Pulling her closer, he kissed her, feeling her lips curl into a smile as his own moved against them. She pulled back, letting him see her grin.
"Thanks Kisuke. I'll see you in a bit." She trotted off, slinking between members of the crowd on her way to the bar, where a short woman with wrapped braids was sipping a gin and tonic. He watched her go, the smile on his face hidden by his fan, until a head of electric blue hair that appeared to be travelling toward the same destination caught his eye. His grin widened.
This could get very interesting…
Sitting at the bar, Soi Fon glared into her drink, cursing annoying shits of lieutenants who suddenly underwent suspicious personality transplants. It was shit like that that she just didn't feel like dealing with, damn it. The war was over, her squad had managed to come out of it reasonably undamaged and had recovered, no thanks to her lieutenant. If Jeagerjacques wanted to try and mess around with a division, he could find another one – she was not interested in l...