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A Bottle Too Many Part 1"Rangiku, why is it that I have to be involved in this?" Toshiro Hitsugaya grumbled to his second in command.
"Because Rukia has organised something," The spirited and big bucsom woman replied. "And I want it to be a success for her. Besides, it sounds like fun; I even brought some sake for the adults."
As she said this, Rangiku revealed a large ceramic bottle that contained the alcoholic liquid.
"Must everything you do involve alcohol?" Captain Toshiro sighed in exasperation.
"I only brought it to liven any awkward situations that may occur," Rangiku hid the liquor and pouted, rather put out at her captain's reaction.
"Besides, how can you be excited by a simple human game that totally robs you of any freedom and self-respect," Toshiro ranted in his usual, slightly irritated tone.
"But sir," Rangiku pleaded. "It's just a bit of fun."
"It is still ridiculous and is an utterly pointless exercise," Toshiro looked away, a weary expression on his face.
"Think of it as more of a moral and t
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