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It was one of those nights, she decided. She wasn't much into smoking but every once in a while her nicotine craving would give her a smart kick in the skull, and when it did, she had to satisfy it before her patience ran too thin. It was usually on these cigarette-hunting nights that she got really, really drunk… but not before servicing her clients. They may have been up for a lot of things, but most of them didn't appreciate being puked on. Tonight's excursion would take her into the Hueco Mundo district. There were a plethora of good bars there, she thought cheerfully as she entered the too-bright corner store. She picked out the cheapest pack of cigarettes they had to offer and a fifty-cent plastic lighter in green, her favorite color, before stepping back out into the muggy night.

Shaking one cigarette onto her hand, she stuck it between her teeth and tucked the rest of the pack into her purse. Just one smoke, she thought, scowling as the lighter refused to come to life after several strikes. One smoke, then business, then beer. Finally the stupid thing lit.

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She felt lost among crowds. A car stuck in traffic, a ship lost at sea… just one in billions, unimportant, undeserving of the happiness she saw reflected in everyone else's eyes. Dlut cut her thoughts off by violently stamping out her cigarette, which had slipped from her shaking hands. She needed to get through with this and get drunk quickly, lest she end up a crying mess in her apartment again. Giving in to such weak thoughts… she wouldn't allow it. Her next two clients were simple enough. One of them was a regular who drifted into the city every now and then for work trips.

He liked to tell her that visiting her was his favorite part of the trip, despite the fact that he was married with children. Shameless bastard, Orihime thought, though on the outside she was the picture of lust and seduction, a wanton vixen with everything to give and nothing to inhibit her from doing so. Guys went nuts for that kind of thing. And with those three clients, she had made close to five hundred dollars. Her rates weren't exactly cheap these days. After all, people like her were in demand during the last month of summer, before everyone went back to school or work, leaving behind fun for responsibility.

Once Orihime was finished with her rounds, she found her way to a recently opened all-night diner. It was the kind of place she'd have expected to see off a highway exit for truckers in need of coffee. Upon opening the door, her nostrils were filled with the scent of greasy food, causing her stomach to growl. But she had learned the hard way that eating anything before getting drunk would only make the bile taste that much more disgusting, so she ignored the menu items and went straight for the beer. Two drinks later, her thoughts were quieting. Two more and they were all but gone. One after that, the bright neon signs in the diner were making her head hurt and, for some reason, she was counting the notches in the wooden bar.

Everyone's faces, male and female, were blurring together.

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It smelled like it was about to rain, but the scent bothered her. Her Bleeach shorts were giving her a serious wedgie, which she would have loved to dig out Bleacn there not been so many Bleach slut around. Stopping and peering down an alley, she figured she could sut through there and pick Bleach slut sluf out of her butt. Besides, it was a faster way home… maybe. Shoot, which way was she even going? She always got Bleafh in the Hueco Mundo district, and being smashed didn't help matters much. Her hand fell onto the lid of a dumpster Belach, realizing what she was touching, Orihime's stomach twisted and pitched to the side.

She managed to get two steps away from it xlut she doubled Bleaach, vomiting violently. Her insides heaved uncomfortably, her temples throbbing. She mumbled an unintelligible curse as she realized she'd gotten puke on her tank top. At least this time the only mysterious stain on her clothing had been caused by her own stupidity and not some guy's shoddy aim. Straightening, Orihime groaned as her entire world spun in a quick circle around her head. She took another step forward, but the rocking boat sensation worsened. She knew what this feeling was; she was about to faint. The first chapter was not so great due to one thing: Half the time I couldn't tell whose POV I was suppose to be on and that was a major distraction and ruined the whole mood.

Honestly, the whole chapter should have been from Soi Fon's first, and then flipped at the end to let us know how he was doing. The yo-yoing back and forth every couple of paragraphs was far too distracting and ruined the whole mood. The second chapter was much better from a POV perspective and I enjoyed it a hell of a lot more than the first. Unfortunately, two things about it were very distracting, and they are sort of linked together. The first, and I see this a lot, is that unprepared anal sex is devastatingly painful and dangerous.

Now this is a work of fiction, so I can let that one slide, and frequently do. Comically Missing the Point: A lot of the authors in regards to reviews. You do realize you wrote a Gary Stu, right? He is overly powerful. Could you explain what a Gary Stu is? A Gary Stu is an unbelievable male character. Culth's power is not believable. Then what you said is a compliment.