undergrounds | i been thinkin bout bustin you

yo Hillingdon Clan where u at

Home sweet dump.

It's a weird concept, the whole roof over his head thing. Don't get him wrong, it's not like he's never crashed on someone's couch or slept in an abandoned building. Grimmjow may have spent most of his life on the move, but he's not that much of an animal. It's the whole...reoccurence of it all that gets him. For as long as the shifter has lived, he's never known a singular place he always crawled back to. His parents never owned a house, slept wherever they could find shelter, and Grimmjow had been bouncing around the world so long, there was no desire to ever find 'home'.

So, finding consistent shelter at the Hillingdon House throws him off. He keeps telling himself it's just because it's safe, out of the way of prying eyes and only shared by people of like mind. Plus, the clan ain't so bad. So maybe...

He wanders the grounds, in and out of animal form, the want to always be moving still great even here. Even though he pretty much knows the lay of the land by heart, it never hurts to review.

ota - it's friday night somewhere

Some people make friends by bumping into them on the sidewalk or meeting on the train, by making bullshit smalltalk, pretending they care about this-that-and-so-and-so. Grimmjow makes friends by bar-hopping. Instead of finding common interests and hobbies to talk about, Grimmjow buys a round for everyone at the bar and challenges others to drinking contests. He doesn't have to give a shit about the weather or local-sports-team. By the time he's drank enough, he's everybody's friend.

Until he's not, which is fine, too. The shifter never turns down a chance to puff his chest out.

Tonight's one of those nights. He needs the chance to blow off some steam, break down some barriers, maybe get in a fight or two. Who knows where he'll be by the end of it. For now, he starts off in Pub-Whats-Its-Name on Street-Somewhere and buys a round for everyone seated at the bar.

come at me bro

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"I dunno," he drawled. "I've been a lot of places. London's not exactly rising up to my standards." Which was really only half-true. The states still held his personal record for how drunk he could get in one night. Americans drank absolute filth and didn't even care, unlike the rest of the world. Still, though, there was definitely a tone in the guy's voice.

Grimmjow wouldn't back down. "Think you can show me otherwise?"

Heiji gave him just a hint of a smile. "Well, I can't exactly claim to represent London myself, but... what're we drinking?"

Yep, definitely challenging him to a drinking contest.

Good, looks like he'd have fun after all. "You're sittin' in this bar. That's good enough for me." And putting up with him so far, though Grimmjow had acted significantly worse before. Right now, he was downright friendly. "And I let the challenger choose. You know, so you can't say I cheated or somethin', when you lose."

Heiji leaned over the bar and grinned at the bartender, who placed two tumblers and a glass of clear vodka on the counter.

"Alright, then. Loser pays." Giving him an opportunity to suggest other stakes, though. It was only polite.

"Sounds good to me," he snapped back. Grimmjow was confident, not only because of his supernatural status, but mostly due to his high tolerance. A typical teenager who grew up drinking and then just never stopped.

Granted, vodka wasn't always his first choice, but a bet was a bet. The shifter pours himself a finger of the stuff and passes the bottle of vodka off to his competitor. "Get ready to be whooped."

And since Grimmjow wasn't a normal human, Heiji had no qualms about challenging him. He gave his own cup a pour and tipped the glass back before returning the bottle to the counter.

"Only time'll tell. So what's with the tattoo?"

The glass is upended, half of the vodka burning its way down his throat. That much vodka at once almost makes tears prick at the corner of his eyes, but it's a good way to start this thing off.

"I really like the color blue, brings out my eyes." It was obvious which one the guy was asking about, everyone always about the same one, but he couldn't pass up the chance to fuck around. Not many people tended to ask about the marks under his eyes and those who did presumed it was makeup. Whatever. "The other one..." Well, he couldn't outright just say it was because he was a shifter. "My mom really dug animals." Ha. "It's a dedication."

"You do seem to have a bit of a theme going," Heiji said agreeably. "Kinda reminds me of the maiko makeup from Kyoto." Of course, that was red, not blue. Made his face itch a bit looking at Grimmjow's face, too, imagining the buzzing of the needle...

"That level of detail must have taken a lotta time." And Grimmjow didn't really seem like the patient type, although who knows maybe he was sedated or super hung over. He poured himself another dose of the vodka, though he was going to be a bit slower about downing this one. Why bother drinking if you couldn't enjoy the taste while you did so?

The rest of the vodka in his glass disappeared, down the hatch, and Grimmjow poured himself another glass. "They got that in Kyoto? Never really saw makeup under girls' eyes when I was over in Tokyo." Granted, he had seen a lot of weird styles, but that hadn't been one of them.

Another swig of vodka disappeared as he remembered sitting through three agonizing sessions of tattooing for the jawbone. The ones under his eyes hadn't been as bad as the one on his face. "Bout three days is how long it took. Hours of sittin' in a chair. After the first time, I just got wasted before I came in."

Heiji finished off the contents of his tumbler, but waited until Grimmjow was done with the bottle before pouring himself some more. "Sure. I ain't spent too much time in Tokyo, so I can't say much for the makeup styles there."

He sipped as he listened to Grimmjow recount the ordeal, winced a bit. "You must really like your mom, then." Was he. Serious? It was kind of hard to tell.

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