Marriage in Ikebukuro

"Too bad, Nami-chan. Maybe someone will get you." I laughed as I handed the bottle to Ichigo who grabbed the long neck and set it down on the floor.

"Agh!" Nami huffed before crossing her arms and pouting as the bottle was spun. I laughed at her childish expression.

The bottle spun and it finally landed on someone.

"Oh? Fancy hooker?"

"Hell no. Spin again.

"Too bad, Yuki-chan." Nami mimicked before grabbing our arms and shoving us in the closet before slamming it shut.

I turned on the light before resting on the far corner as he sat across from me in the other corner.

"Nice weather, eh?" Ichigo asked, trying to start up a conversation.

"Sure? I mean its dark out, genius."

"Thank you for the compliment, fancy hooker."

"Your mom."

"…fuck you."

"How hard?"

"I never knew you had manly parts."

"Same goes to you too."

We stared at each other before laughing our butts off. I clutched my sides as we laughed, he did the same.

"Oh god, how long are we going to keep up this game?" I laughed, wiping the fake tears away from my eyes.

"As long as possible."

"Unlike your dick."

"Really? That's not what your mom said last night."

"My mom..."

I paused before laughing.

"Please, my mom doesn't do girl on girl action."

"With you maybe but...hey wait."

I laughed at his puzzled face.

"One minute left!" Nami said outside.

"Well at least I'm smart." he grinned.

"At least I'm good looking." I remarked back.

"At least I have an ass."

"Ichigo!"

"Yeah, that's right. Yell out my name."

"Shut up." I laughed as Nami opened the door to out laughing forms.