Grimmjow awoke the next morning pleasantly surprised by his lack of hangover.
That don’t make sense given how much I had last night. Maybe I dreamed the whole thing…
He turned over to face the sunlight pouring through his window, only to hiss, clutch his head and let out a string of expletives.
Or jus’ a delayed fucken reaction. Ah, fuck. I need Ran’s hangover cure, stat.
Rolling out of bed and heading toward his kitchen, trying not to walk too loudly, he tried to recall the events of last night.
Let’s see… Found out tha’ my friends suck at giving advice. Che, not really that surprising. And then…
He scowled, only to wince at the pain the expression caused him.
I hope Maiko got their names, coz I’m gonna help Ulquiorra finish the job I started last night. Still, that explains the knuckles.