The silver soul, a popular drinking place for many shinigami. It was mostly popular because it was the drinking place for most of the seated officers and captains, it was a place were formalities were forgotten and even the captains could relax a bit. The building itself was made out up by one main entrance that lead into the main room, were the bar was located, as well as many tables were you could sit. There was also a couple of private rooms that were reserved, it was usually here that the captains and the seated officers drank, enjoying their limited free time. The most regular customer had been the eight division captain, Kyoraku Shunsui, the big chested lieutenant of the tenth division Matsumoto Rangiku, and sometimes when he wasen`t away due to his sickness. Ukitake Jushiro. Since the disappearance of most of the captains and seated officers, the place had gotten a bit more quiet. It had only recently begun to pick up its usual pace of customers since the shinigami had begun to recover from the large incident, and the chaos it had caused. The new captains had settled in with their new vice captains, a new captain commander had been chosen, and best of all, some of the missing had returned, through with no memory of were they had been.
One of those who had returned was now sitting in the bar on the silver soul, drinking alone for some reason. The woman had long strawberry blond hair, blue eyes, and a large chest, which was the most recognizing thing about her ironically. She was wearing the standard shinigami uniform, a pink sash around her waist were the ends of it currently was hanging loosely over her arms, and a white obi around her waist that pushed up her large bosom and framed her curves. Rangiku had been a customer at the place ever since she became a vice captain many years ago, seeing her alone was odd, but understandably if you looked at how her situation was. The man she loved the most had died in her arms, his last actions having been to repel against Aizen. Through the death of Gin had wounded her mentally, she was on her way on getting over it. The one thing that troubled her the most was, that the short captain she had been serving under for years still was missing, and that there was nothing she could do about it. She had honored his memory by demoting herself to third seat, letting the new generation of shinigami in, while acting as a guideline for them.
"Its so depressing drinking alone..", the blue eyed woman mumbled to herself, looking down at her plate of sake with a slightly bothered look. She would have invited Shuhei or Kira to drink with her, but since they both had been promoted to captains, they had much less free time, mostly due to paperwork. Why could`t all captains be as careless and calm as you Shunsui?..., she thought to herself, finding herself smiling a bit over thinking of the drunken charmer. Rangiku looked back down at her plate, her bothered reflection starring back at her from the sake. This was only her second plate, and since she had been a drinker for years now, it would take a lot more to get her drunk these days.