...men burst into gales of laughter once more. Grimmjow groaned, and finished his beer, motioning to the bartender for another. This was almost definitely shaping up to be the most humiliating day of his life.
"You two done yet?"
Trying to regain control, Maiko nodded, before nudging Rangiku, who was still gasping for air. "Sorry, it's just quite a thought, Ulquiorra and actual laughter."
"Yeah, I get the point", Grimmjow muttered, before considering something else they'd said. "Anyway, why can't you give me advice?"
Both women sobered up quickly, Maiko going first. "On seduction? Sure. On actually starting a relationship? Hun, when was the last time you saw me in anything that vaguely resembled one? A good three quarters of the women who I hit on turn out to be straight, and the other quarter only go along with it because they want to make out with me in front of their boyfriends."
Ran patted her on the shoulder. "Wow."
She sighed. "Yep. Pity party, table of one, right here. So, I can't help you, Grimm."
Nodding, Rangiku sighed. "And I'm not much better."
"What? Why?" Grimmjow was starting to worry as his last source of advice slipped away.
"Because I've fallen in love with the guy who killed the only other...