Drug Diving Down Under[Kenichi, Manasa, Priscilla]

Nothing bothered Kenichi more than the inability to face his problems. By all accounts, he was the man who often forced others to approach and face their issues. The idea that he couldn't face his own remained bothersome, but facing them practically meant inviting the emotion that accompanied those thoughts. As such, he resorted to another method.

Plenty of vacation hours he had accumulated during his time working under Rita. He figured the viable approach was to enjoy himself in a place that brought him comfort, which was true enough of this location here. After all, his fiance was here. Who wouldn't be happy about that? Well, he was still struggling to make sense of that one. How many bottles of alcohol had he consumed? What did he say? Well, it was too late to back out, and Priscilla was a lovely woman who wore her zeal for adventure on her sleeves. In his mind, there was no one more fitting and pleasant to talk to about what bothered him than her. Exhaling softly, he quietly navigated the hustle and bustle of the resort to find something worthwhile to distract himself. However, it was clear his expression still struggled to form a smile one - who knew him intimately - would consider genuine.

Though not often the sharpest tool in the shed, preferring to let others do the thinking for her, when push comes to shove Priscilla Tintalla could be an attentive and analytical woman. In the case of her fiance's apparent poor mental state, she got the feeling he was somehow not having all that much fun. Instead, he was mostly just killing time. And that definitely didn't sit right with Priscilla. After getting one of her dangerous fits out of the way, Priscilla had been feeling pretty good, evidently in stark contrast to Kenichi. How to fix this?

When in doubt, Manasa. This had become a bit of a personal mantra for Priscilla who relied on her friend for everything big and small, and would jump through whatever hoops were necessary to get the woman to help out. After successfully hunting Kenichi down, Priscilla sent a message to Manasa on one of these funky flashy devices she'd recently learned to use and asked the other Arrancar to meet her nearby. Afterward she quickly made her way to her depressive fiance and greeted him with all the joy and sincerity the redhead had become known for "Hi Kenny! Come with me!" she nearly shouted to the man as she grabbed his arm and began dragging him to the resort area she'd asked Manasa to meet her at.

"Meet me here... Pretty please... octopus emoji."

She mumbled to herself while her half-closed eyes stared at the screen for longer than she needed. It took her a solid minute to parse the request before she rolled over onto the floor and sighed. She required a moment to reorientate herself it seemed and so she arrived to Priscilla's location a little bit later than was maybe desired, half-dressed no less but fortunately the two piece swimsuit at least passed as presentable in most places here. Also she was staff, but modesty was never her strong suit.

Manasa was a free (chained) spirit who acted like no one was around to stare at her, at least that she could perceive in her delusion. It was an intoxicating and slothful life but it was a pleasant one that passed in bliss at least. So the woman and her mismatched eyes cocked her head while checking over Kenichi, oh this one was no good. She should probably fix this. Why did a person come to a resort if they were going to be sad the whole time?

"What's wrong, Prissy? Do you want some more buzz or something-- Oh wait, I get it. You want me to cheer up this guy by getting him off his feet with a bit of excitement. Right?"

Kinda stronger than she was expecting as well. She didn't expect a guy of this spirit class to be what Priscilla dragged in.

"Hey, Priscilla, how are- Whoa!"

Before he could even greet the woman, with resounding strength, he was pulled along elsewhere. He held no objections about it either way. And so, he did his best to match her spirited pace as she dragged him along as though delivering a wounded kitten to a nurse. An interesting nurse, with mismatched eyes and a playful tone. Kenichi certainly never recalled meeting her here before, but here they were now, standing before her.

Of course, her words confused him. Were they simply going to drink the day away or something? His somewhat naive mind certainly thought so. How else did one reasonably get a buzz? What type of alcohol would they drink that could sweep him off his feet? Moreover, was his expression really that noticeable? Unanswered questions soon to be answered, all of them. Tilting his head curiously, he waved back at the woman.

"H-hello. I'm Priscilla's fiancee. Sorry if I'm interrupting anything. I didn't expect to get dragged her so suddenly, ya know? Of course, I'm always down for getting swept off my feet, so! Where's the booze?"

In perhaps the most dorkish way possible, he posed that question, showing how green he truly was with this kind of thing. Ah well, he was being promised something that could boost his mood! What was there to be worried about?

As Priscilla's cerulean orbs met Manasa's mismatched pair, she stared at the other woman intently. Her face indicated an incredible seriousness to the situation, as if literal lives were on the line. And as it turned out Manasa's intuition was right on the money, causing the redhaired Arrancar to nod her head near-violently in affirmation "Yes, exactly Manasa! We need to cheer him up! I don't know what's wrong with him but he isn't having as much fun as me, and that can't stand for my precious fiancé."

Ignoring Kenichi's silly question about alcohol, Priscilla turned to him and looked and spoke as sternly as any schoolteacher could "Now Kenny, this is Manasa. She's a fun specialist. She's going to fix you right up, okay? So no need to worry!" With that she gave him a quick peck on the lips, having learned some human world norms from watching other couples who had come to the resort, and turned back to her friend. "So what do you say Manasa? Can you help us?" her eyes now more pleading than stern.

Could she help out? Sure. The devious chimera started fiddling with her bikini top, pulling it away and pulling out a small vial with a tiny amount of highly concentrated sap. A few drops would be more than enough to give a human a fix that'd put a smile on his dial.

"Here you go, Prissy's husband-to-be. This will fix you right up."

She said with a grin plastered on her features that was full of mischief. The party kind of people were up her alley and if they wanted to have a good time she had no qualms about being the third wheel to the not-so-happy couple right now.

"So you wanna lick it off me or her?"

Came the casual question as to how he planned to ingest her happy sappy.

"Huh?"

Dumbfounded, he gazed at the woman with mismatch eyes, the bashful confusion in his expression almost readily apparent. Lick what off of who and where?! His eyes shifted between Priscilla and Manasa, the vial, and his surroundings. His mind was effectively lost in disorder, but he assumed whatever this was... it could only aid in bringing a smile to his face. The quick peck to his lips certainly kept any potential nervousness at bay, but still... how did he answer that? He quietly rubbed the back of his head, offering his honest opinion. It wasn't particularly ideal to go licking stuff of a woman he wasn't getting married to, right? Of course not.

"Priscilla."