Looking for the Captain? [Meninas, Sol]

Oh, she didn't want to leave the room. And she kinda insulted him. Very strange. Captains man.

"Well, what do you want to do?" He'd inquire as he placed a hand on the desk leaning onto it, his brow furrowing for a moment. His own long hair would spill over his shoulders as his head leaned forward. His hair was actually tall enough to spill onto the desk slightly as he spoke. "I mean what can you even do in here? You got like, some hidden games or something?"

Strange very strange. But hey, he was committed at this point. There was nothing else for him to do, and truth be told this weird game they seemed to be playing was intriguing. She wasn't putting the moves on him right? Yeah definitely not. Unless...? Nah definitely not. C'mon Sol get your head out of the gutter.

"Well, being the one in charge requires you to make choices, right? And c'mon it's not fun when two doesn't try!" He'd comment as he lifted up a hand in explanation. She was making this affair difficult, but admittedly some childish part of the twenty-three-year-old was enjoying this. Why? He wasn't exactly sure other than it scratched a childlike itch that he had sorely lacked for the past year. Maybe he was just too drunk to really care about the repercussions of his actions and focusing on the now prevented him from feeling awful in the future.

But with that he'd turn his gaze to around the room, his mind slightly hazy for the most part. He was originally here to deliver some reports or something, but now he was simply passing time with a captain trying to figure out a way to have fun. "Well amusing yourself alone sucks. Fine, fine. Let's play a game. It's called twenty-one questions. Simple, very simple." He'd nod his head with some level of contentment, as if he had just discovered the answer to a hard question.

"It's a simple game. We ask questions about one another and have to answer. It's fun, and we don't need to go anywhere." He'd point out taking charge of the situation, surely this would be good enough for the captain?

Alright. Alright.

Now that was just rude.

Sol face seemed to contort into some level of fustration at this, here he was trying to do his best to try to get her to be amused. He offered very reasonable, very practical games to her and at every instance she seemed bored by it. Hell at this point he was actively growing fustrated with the busty captain. And it was here that the downfall of Solhammond would form. Perhaps it was the copious amounts of Sake he ingested, the false bravado, or simply the fact that he was merely a degenerate at heart.

"Damn, what the hell that was completely fine." He'd comment extending his hand out to the side in what would be a display of slight outrage, he'd bring a hand down on the table with a noticable amount of force as his hands swept aside the folder he just placed on it. He'd slam his elbow down onto the table, fire in his eyes, as the issued his challenge: "Fine! Then let's see how strong you are. Arm wrestle me. If I win we play my game, if you win- well- I don't know. You got whatever you want. Now let's go!"

Sol was, admittedly, one of the stronger fresh shinigami but she was a captain. But he couldn't let this insult go pass him, and if she thought he was boring? That was worse then a death sentence. No, it had to all be wagered here and now. On this table, that was now sporting a dent from his elbow. The man would triumph, he had to. He fuckin had to show this lazy cow how it was done!

Huge tits or no, he wouldn't let this go unanswered. No true Vastimian could, to be frank.

What the hell. Why isn't her arm moving? C'mon Sol put your god damn back into it!

You can do it!

A little more-

No you can't.

When she decided to actually try it was almost a bit too fast for him, but he could fully comprehend the lightning fast motion. He just couldn't react as he felt his whole body being moved, against his will, as pain shot up his arm. His poor tattoo'd arm was completely sent through the desk, tearing his sleeve in the process revealing said tattoos. As his body crashed to the floor, he was merely saying a silent prayer that he was not experiencing broken bones. But he'd definitely be bruised.

As his eyes closed in pain he winced slightly, slowly opening them as he saw the face of the Captain. She was speaking to him, and he certainly heard her, but the fact her bending bent over put the full display of her bust in his face. Oh no. It was in this moment, Sol made a huge mistake. Well, more the capstone mistake of a long series of mistakes which begun when he entered this room.

There was a certain attraction to strength he always had, something he recently learned he got from his father. He supposed when his dad was a man who wife'd a Kenpachi it only made sense. On top of his previous... lovers. Chidori particularly. As he laid on the ground, splayed, Sol accepted in this moment a singular truth: This chick was a certified grade A baddie.

"Yeah, Yeah, I'm... good." He'd groan slightly offering a weak smile, as he slowly got up. Long hair seemed to catch on some things causing him to curse, while he began to move it off of such things. "I guess I gotta entertain you more. I'm not doing the arm wrestling again. That was fun. But I like my arms."

So he had to think of something else- Sol stop staring at her chest. He brought his arms up to her face, before commenting: "I'm gonna have to think of a new game, arn't I?"

"Boring... tsk."

Sol would remark from his position on the floor, before deciding in fact he didn't need to stand up at all. She may have beat him with her arms, but surely, surely, her legs were not as strong! Perhaps it was drunken bravado, or maybe just the fact he was hyperfixating on the physical. He'd shift his position so that he wasn't vertical with the desk anymore.

"Alright, you beat me with an arm wrestle. But, what about a leg wrestle! I'll beat you this time." He'd reaffirm as he quickly explained the rules of the game, lifting a singular leg in the air ready to take her on. Hell yeah, he was gonna win this time! Beating a captain, pft. He was going to destroy her!