Beauty And The Beast (Amaranta/Doku)

Smack. Smack. Smack.


Honestly? His lips looked pretty good with all that makeup, purple lipstick, eyeliner, and nine yards. Though Doku would disagree, as he stared at himself in the mirror he kept repeating himself, as he placed the lipstick back onto the counter.

“Why the fuck did I agree”

Were he not a man of his word he’d told Amaranta no and be done with it. Regardless a deal was a deal. Amaranta was to be at his bar in just a few minutes, she was told to head straight in and upstairs to his apartment. Technically she never said it had to be done while the bar was open, so just in his room.

Come to think of it Amaranta hadn’t SEEN the inside of his room before, though wearing this dress was far more embarrassing than any cringy anime or manga that was on his shelf. Having rented a dress and bought some cheap makeup, he was glad he wasn’t going to have to spend an arm or a leg to please Amaranta.

Though walking in heels was just as painful as he heard. He sat down on the sofa and grabbed a bottle of booze he had left out, taking a big swig. He was going to need it. Amarantas was going to be ruthless.

Doku along with his makeup had a long black dress, it wasn’t anything fancy, more of a cocktail dress, one strap over his shoulder, and his hair was done in a ponytail, not a bun as usual. He looked a LOT different.d at his bag. Though he couldn’t snap back at her, he WAS short.

To say Amaranta was relishing in her victory would have been a severe understatement. She was over the moon.

Winning their bet was akin to pulling off the heist of a century, though it was hardly the result of the victory itself that brought her such villainous pleasure. No, nothing close. it was unquestionably the foolish stipulation Doku chose the moment he said "The winner gets whatever they want." He might as well signed over his pride the moment he said that stupid shit.

Since there was nothing else he could offer of value, this particular brand of hazing felt far more worthwhile. Donned in what could effectively be referred to as female biker gear, hands outfitted with sleeveless gloves, Amaranta entered the room with a pair of sunglasses and a wide grin. In a voice reminiscent of Johnny Bravo, she hopped onto the couch beside him, arm wrapping around his shoulder.

"Hey there, sexy mama. Is it hot in here or is that just you and me? How about I buy us a few drinks to cool off?"

As Quincy sat there quite, he watched his Arrancar date enter. It was good that Amaranta was excited about winning this bet. Who knew seeing her friend in a dress was so high on her priority list? Doku had kind of decided on his plan of attack, wanting to act hard to get what she wanted. Amaranta would need to work to get what she wanted.

As she hugged him, he looked over at the wall, trying to ignore her. “You think I look good? I appreciate it” He didn’t play up his reaction like he usually would. Finally looking toward Amaranta, the woman would finally notice the makeup Doku was wearing.

“You can take whatever you want out of my fridge. Get us something good” The Fullbringer teased the woman just a little, fixing his hair.

“You’re REALLY lucky… do you know how much of a pain it was to rent a dress that fits me..?”

"Sure babe. Though I'd rather much be enjoyin' myself a glass of you if ya catch my drift."

Flexing her arms with all the bravado of an egotistical bastard, Amaranta grinned as she nudged her head against his cheek, rising from the couch to grab a few bottles of rum and whiskey. Returning with that same cocksure grin, mocking as it was humorous, she sat down and popped a bottle open, pouring them a few cups. Consuming a mouthful of rum from the bottle, she'd kick her feet back with a grin.

"I almost expected you to look like a drag queen, but I'm actually pretty damn impressed. Who did your makeup, Doku-Hime?"

Yeah, for a weeb like him, that'd sting him real good.

Babe? If that were anyone else Doku would be barking like a dog? Regardless he wanted Amaranta to work for it a little. Despite being embarrassed, he could have fun messing with the Arrancar. “Well help yourself” he spoke calmly as he focused on the TV rather than the woman right next to him. He picked up his glass and took a sip. Honestly, he wished he could just mix them both a drink, it taste better and all of that. But once again. If Amaranta wanted to be the man here, she must treat Doku well.

Honestly, he was surprised to hear -Hime, how in the hell did SHE know that one? Regardless his cheeks heated up a bit as she called out his nerd behavior. “Me. I use to do Nanaly’s makeup as a child. Guessing I’m good at it? Maybe if the bar doesn’t work out I can be a makeup artist” he joked a bit, finally getting relaxed, leaning back on the sofa.