No Patrol Today [Rukia, Shiro]

What a tough guy, going right for the harshest stuff they had. Not that that'd stop her, at least not from trying. She knew she probably wouldn't be able to make it through more than a cup or two of that, but she'd still do her best.

"Really pushing things, huh? Fine, you got it then!"

Slamming back her own glass, Rukia unfortunately only found herself coughing quite aggressively at the burn, definitely not having been wholly prepared for it, and she ate a few more slices of her cucumber before looking back toward Shiro, tears still in her eyes from both the burn and from all the coughing.

"C'mon, is that it?"

She didn't have another one in her, but he didn't need to know that.

"Ugh..."

She doesn't have this next glass in her, that's for certain. She doesn't want to admit defeat, but she also doesn't want to just sputter a bunch of hard liquor all over the table like some sort of animal. Sighing in defeat, Rukia simply pushed the cup away from her, which incidentally ended up spilling it, and still getting a bunch of hard liquor all over the table anyway.

"You win this one, fine..."

Resting her head on the table for a moment, Rukia then took a large drink from the water she'd had taken aside, quite needing it about now. This had probably been a mistake, but it'd been a fun mistake. She didn't mind those.

"Hah? Hey, we can't just leave yet, I haven't even paid..."

Rifling through her bag for a moment or two, and taking far longer than she'd have liked to read the bill, Rukia eventually left the appropriate payment, along with what was a fairly generous tip, primarily because she was entirely aware of just how difficult they had probably been as patrons. Standing up, with Shiro's assistance of course, she leaned onto him more than she had actually intended to, none too happy about the pat he'd given her.

"What, where to next? And don't forget your bags, I'll be pretty mad if you leave everything I bought behind."

She doesn't mind going wherever, but she knows that the two of them can't exactly do much else now, given how much they've had to drink. But going home...well, in this condition, that doesn't sound hugely spectacular, either. Eh...

"What- Hey!"

Rukia had anticipated a lot of things, but being picked up like this was certainly not one of them. She wanted to fight him on that, and walk on her own, but the act of having been scooped up so unceremoniously had made her more than a bit nauseous, so instead all she could do was hang onto him in an attempt to stabilize herself.

"Yeah, just get to a hotel... I'm not going back like this..."

While she meant that mostly in regards to her being way more drunk than she'd wanted to be, Rukia had to admit that she also meant that with regards to her hanging off him like this. That gave off all sorts of impressions she didn't want anyone getting, no matter how...comfy it was. Not that she wanted any more of this. In an ideal world she'd be walking just fine on her own two feet.

"Sure, fine, this works..."

Going through the whole rigamarole of payment, Rukia did her best to keep herself composed and refined through the conversation. Which, to her benefit, she did succeed in for the most part, other than a bit more pausing in speech than she normally would have made. When she finally got the keycard, she led the way toward the elevator, once more leaning on Shiro out of necessity.

"I got a good room on the top floor... It's got a few rooms and stuff so we should-- ugh... We should be all good..."

All good for what? Well, you know. She didn't want anyone getting the wrong idea about the two of them, even though nobody even knew about this but the two of them. It was a matter of principle though! She couldn't just let all that go like it was nothing...