... a brief opportunity to turn to Yoruichi and mime slitting a throat. Yoruichi, of course, chose not to notice and Grimmjow, entirely oblivious, continued, his trademark smirk on his face. "I'm just here to order, won't stay long. Seriously though, who's been messin' with you, little bee? I can fuck him up for ya! Not that you need help doling out violence but, everyone should know that pissing you off is my job an' I don't want competition."
Soi Fon contemplated the wisdom of ordering another drink. Or leaving for the bathroom and just never coming back. Or killing both her antagonists and/or herself.
"It is none of your business, Grimmjow. Anyway, don't you have friends? Other people to annoy? Some idiot to sleep with?"
"Now, bee, I'm hurt. 'Sides, haven't you noticed? I'm on the straight and narrow from here on in. All that shit's in the past."
She looked sceptical. "I'm sure. Excuse me if I harbour some doubts. Your record is somewhat against you."
"Ah but bee, you've inspired me."
"If you were really inspired, you'd address me properly", she muttered, trying to ignore the woman beside her as she quaked with suppressed laughter.
"Sorry, Captain Bee." He nodded to the bartender as she brought over his beer, grabbed it and rose from his seat. "I'll be off, but I'll see you bright and early on Monday. 'Night, Lady Yoruichi." He nodded to her, his face carefully neutral, before turning his gaze to Soi Fon, the corner of his lips twitching into a smil...