Shunsui put down his cup of sake, sighing slightly. The stress of Jushiro being gone had started to bother him. In all honesty, he was worried about the man's sickness overtaking him. He looked around the little bar and realized that it was empty other than the bartender. He got up, placed his money in the bartender's hand with a small smile as thanks and walked out.
"Sorry for taking up so much of your time." He said before he walked out falling in step with the traffic of this insanely busy street. If he wasn't so good at holding his liquor, he probably would've fallen and been trampled by the crowd. He looked up, eyes just a bit hazy, and found that he was looking at the captain of 11th Division, Solomon Black. This was just what Shunsui needed to cheer up, make a couple new friends today. He walked through the crowd slowly and once he finally found himself near Solomon, he laid a hand on his shoulders.
"Oi, Black-taichou! What are you doing out here so late?" He said, smiling.