[Orihime wasn't feeling like much of a threat. Unless it was to herself. She was more than capable of beating herself up over the smallest of things. But no one else needed to know that, least of all Aizen. With a quiet sigh she folded her arms upon the bartop and then immediately hunched to drop her chin atop them and wait.
She never bothered to reply to Aizen. Her answer was in the fact she'd already sat herself down by the time he was finished asking his question. And that she'd ordered a drink. Sure, it wasn't alcohol, but it was still a drink.
Bert watched the two of them for a moment, looking back and forth until he made his choice. He could have a little fun, couldn't he? After seeing what certain drinks had done to his other patrons, Bert went off and made two drinks for the new girls and Aizen. And with a cheerful smile he set them down upon the counter.
One smelling of sweet lemons in front of Orihime, and the one he set before Aizen was warm and cinnamon scented, with hints of orange. This was, he thought, going to be an interesting little experiment.]
Thank you.
[Not knowing what was going on in the man's head, Orihime was polite as she leaned up and reached for her glass. There was a straw, so she leaned in to take it between her lips to taste the drink. Tart and sour, with something else she didn't quite get... but it was good.]
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She never bothered to reply to Aizen. Her answer was in the fact she'd already sat herself down by the time he was finished asking his question. And that she'd ordered a drink. Sure, it wasn't alcohol, but it was still a drink.
Bert watched the two of them for a moment, looking back and forth until he made his choice. He could have a little fun, couldn't he? After seeing what certain drinks had done to his other patrons, Bert went off and made two drinks for the new girls and Aizen. And with a cheerful smile he set them down upon the counter.
One smelling of sweet lemons in front of Orihime, and the one he set before Aizen was warm and cinnamon scented, with hints of orange. This was, he thought, going to be an interesting little experiment.]
Thank you.
[Not knowing what was going on in the man's head, Orihime was polite as she leaned up and reached for her glass. There was a straw, so she leaned in to take it between her lips to taste the drink. Tart and sour, with something else she didn't quite get... but it was good.]