Impromptu Beach Party (Social, Closed)

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(OOC: A social between Anastasia Solis-Kuchiki and Katrina Kawada. It takes place at a beach, at midnight ... along with hundreds of other people. Food, drink, alcohol, a bonfire ... it's a huge occasion. Of course, it wasn't supposed to be.)

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Misunderstandings can be humorous at times, if they're kind of misunderstandings that lead to wacky misadventures or a good story. They can be helpful, of the accidentally-stumble-on-a-terrorist-plot kind. They can even be romantic, if the ending results in two soul mates getting together despite the signs the universe was bombarding them with.

Then there's the incredibly annoying kind, of the accidentally starting a beach party variety.

It all started at the Kawada Mansion, when she mentioned off hand that she'll be home late, on account of her going to the beach. Through a series of misunderstandings, most likely wacky, a text was sent to all soul reapers currently on duty; Kawada Beach Party, 12 o'clock. Be there. Of course, most shinigami ignored it; the ones that care about work, anywhere.

But that left nearly two hundred young, scantily clad, horror fueled shinigami, dancing to the beast of someone the tying noble was sure was not a lady, but was most certainly addled. She eyed with distaste the nearest shinigami, a young girl wearing what could be confused as dental floss. "Honestly." Katrina couldn't help the derisive sneer that appeared on her face as the girl started dancing in such a way that suggested she was trying to pay her way through college.

"Disgusting, isn't it?" The voice made her jump. Not many people can - or even want to - sneak up on her, and those that do are never up to any good. She whirled around, her hands instantly flying to the hilt of her Zanpakutou ... left miles away, at her home. There was nothing at her hip but for the thin material of the bikini.

Before he could say, or do, Katrina turned to leave. The man was attractive and half dressed, and Katrina never trusted herself doing those encounters. But before she could get more than a single step, his hand reached out and grabbed her shoulder. "I want done talking to you yet, was I?"

He had pressed himself into her, his breath tickling her ear ... which was an impressive feat, considering her height, or rather, lack of it. He was only marginally taller than her. Katrina's nose wrinkled in disgust. He smelled awful, like booze and sweat. Alcohol smelled like a monkey latrine on the best of days, but when combined with the stake stink of unwashed man ... Well, it made her want to go.

But despite her distaste, she couldn't leave; her own strength wad negligible, and this man was strong, though only Physical physically. And he kept her back turned, so she couldn't she a Kido. Through gritted teeth, Katrina growled. "Get off." It carried all the authority of her clan behind it. It was a voice designed to make those weaker quell in fear.

But the man refused, opting instead to run his hand down her body. A shudder ran down her body as his filthy hands skid across her smooth skin, and the tears rose in her eyes at her utter helplessness. She didn't like being close to other people at the best of times ... but now, like this ... it made her wanna puke.

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Now this was a party! And not just any sort of party! A paaaartay! With all the extra A’s in aaaaaaall the right places! It was a down right Shinidig! D’ya get it? Heheh, like shindig, but with Soul Reapers everywhere! There was so many Shinigami on this one little beach, she couldn’t believe that any work was getting done. Any work, anywhere! No no, there would be no death tonight...’cause a partay like this never dies! That made it just the sort of place she needed to be! What eternal beach blast was complete without her? The Pirate Queen was here to plunder, and boy oh boy was there plenty of booty for the taking! But she couldn’t just show up to this party. No! It was a beach party, that was her natural habitat! She couldn’t be showing up on time with just a how do you do! There had to be an entrance. And announcement! The party had to know that Cap’n Ana was on deck!...or else those scallywags might not know the party had really begun!

Shots fired! Well, not real shots...but not liquor ones either. Not yet! Not till she got to the bar! No, it was the sound of cannonade! Gathering the crowds attention with a shower of confetti and glitter! Coloring the rows of dancing delinquents which partied closest to the shore! The ”Funfire” came from the deck of a beautiful, expensive, luxurious, expensive, massive, expensive, stolen, expensive yacht! The S.S. Sozen “Tipsy Tug”! New Captain means new name! The old one would not do. The boat was not just pretty, it was also big! how big? Big enough for 4 and a half liquor stores, and a couple of “Party Pounders”! (“Ponder” was the pirate way of saying “Cannon”, for all ye landlubbers!) Yea, the boat was technically stolen...and there was probably someone out there wanting it back, but for now it was the Pale Pirate’s Pride and Joy. Unfortunately, she was a thief...not a mechanic. She couldn’t get the darn thing to run! It wouldn’t even turn on! Even after she poor gallons of booze into it’s tank! ”It always get’s people to do what I want!” Within her; ”Surely you see the difference in men and machines?, completing his scold with a customary sigh. But without missing a beat! ”Not the good men, mate! Don’t see a thing!” With that one she scored a blush from Shoku-chan. A sign this evening would be one to remember!

As the yacht dug into the shore, the crowd parted to avoid getting hit. Soon though, they were crowding right back around it though! Screaming and excitement spilling out all around the beached tub. The crowd began chanting and laughing! “Seaturtles! Can you believe it! Dozens of them!” Indeed there were dozens of them, all tied together with some of the strangest, wettest rope anyone had ever seen. No one knew what it was made of, but they sure did know what it could do! It could strap an entire...pod? What was a group of turtles called? Pod, school, gaggle, soup? Well, whatever. Turtles! Tons of ‘em! Tied together and tugging the tug boat all the way to shore! Pretty soon people were gathering up the sandy reptiles, freeing them from the raft. Pets for everyone! ”Oy! Back away you bilge rats! Stay away from my engine!” Disappearing for a moment, soon deploying the gangway over the side! The large and lovely ramp came crashing down onto the tide washed beach. No sooner had it done so, were large crates gliding down it’s slippery slope. As soon as they struck the ground, the busted open! To be fair, the pirate had already opened all of them anyways! Inside the delightful boxes...BOOZE! There were crates of it! How many...about 4 and a half stores worth!

The Vice Captain had brought the entire bounty of the sea with her! Well, “sea” being all the liquor stores in a 20 mile radius. As soon as she leapt from her boat and informed the crowd of her tidings, she was free to make her demands. ”Leave the turtles tied up, mate! Their my ride home!” From there on out it was ahoys and how do you do’s. Meeting and greeting her way through the crowd. explaining clearly that she, ”...didn’t choose the tug life, the tug life chose her. And it was the only one at the docks!” Stepping through the crowd, managing four bottles of rum all gripped by the necks, Ana strolled like she owned the place. And why not? Her ship had dropped anchor, her flag flying high! A black sheet with “Squad 6 is Sick! #KuchikiKool” dressed across it, with a golden skull! That’s right bitches, GOLDEN SKULL AND BONES! How could she not feel like Boss Hoss? It was during her triumphant swagger that she spotted trouble afoot! And not the good kind of trouble! The bad kind! The kind that makes one blush only with rage! Some toughed up little punk was all up on some tiny thing. Worse of all, he was too busy to see her entrance! And after all the work she had put into that boat! This would not do. She had to do something about this. Just so happens, she had just the trick for Big Britches Boys like this salty dog!

While this nameless lout was all lovey dovey on the poor Kawada girl, he would suddenly jump and howl for dear life! Screeching like a frightened seagull, he nearly took flight! What was the cause? Why a snippy crab down the back of his shorts, is what! Seems he was tender to the peench! Even just a lil’ peench! From the looks and smell of him, Ana would have expected him to be more use to a crotch full of crabs. What a surprise! Either way, she didn’t end there. She grabbed his trunks by the seat and yanked as high as she could! The wedgie making escape impossible, for the jerk and his spiny, snippy stowaway! ”Ahoy punk! You confusin’ this girl for yours? She be with me, mate! And I won’t see you touchin’ my crew!” Letting him drop, so he could pry the crustacean from his coc…”If’n I catch you touchin’ any of mine, you’ll be loosin’ yours.” Since it was a party, she didn’t have her Zanpakuto...instead she aimed a plastic toy cutlass at his groin instead. Grinning from ear to ear as she made her threat clear. ”Now get outta here...and take your shell mate with ya!” It was only after the boy fled, that the Vice Captain would greet the distressed damsel. Bending the fake sword like the toy it was, before breaking out in tipsy giggles. ”Scared him good, aye? Why’d you let a punk like that to be all over ya? Ain’t ya ever learned to say no?” ”Like you’ve learned that lesson yet…” ”If not...don’ fret! Just drink with me till ya forget!” This woman was having the time of her life, and she wanted nothing more than for Katrina to join!