Eliah's blood began to boil as she stood in front of the man and witnessed him cock his head slightly to the side, intrigued by her sudden outburst of tenacity. She knew that there would be repercussions to her decisions but wasn't exactly sure how extreme they would be. Most people just shoved her to the side not paying her any mind, but it seemed as though this man actually had an interest in morphing this from a little bitch to a plain out bitch.
Eliah often stood up for herself when people would treat her as though she was a piece of meat, despise the way she dressed. However, these people were usually measly grunts or bystanders that had no real power or ability so it made it easy for her to lash out on them without any form of punishment. This time was different, though. She actually rose up to a man that was so far ahead of her in power that it made her hesitant to even tell him her name. Although, she really had no idea where the outburst came from, as though something had been eating at her from the inside. Which was very true, her lazy ways had been doing this for over a hundred years now as she sat idle within the underbelly of the squad 2's control. Making little to no effort in any progression. It had took her over a hundred years to realize that if she didn't make something of herself in this god-forsaken place she'd continue to just loiter within the ranks of the Gotei 13. Her whole reason for joining the ranks was so that she could be stronger so that she wouldn't be taken advantage of again, like she was so many years ago within Rukongai on several occasions. She wanted to be stronger when she first joined, but once everything was said and done and she was placed as an unseated officer she simply lost interest. She witnessed time after time the Captain of not only her squad, but all squads alike sit and watch as travesty after travesty happened within the other realms. It was only till something happened within their own home that they would step up and make things happen. Which was something she wasn't willing to stand for, and thought couldn't be changed.
The captain easily slipped through her hands with his own grabbing her by the throat before she could even take another drag from the cigarette. As he did, however, her lips pressed tight making sure she wouldn't lose grip of that thing again. As he began to slam her back against the wall she broke the seal of her lips slightly letting out a minuet amount of smoke and air from her lungs so that the wind wouldn't be taken from her. The thud of her back to the wall resounded throughout the bar causing many heads to turn as the black bars rose from the ground, leaving her nowhere to go. She turned her head vigorously in effort to make the grip not so constricting, but it was all for nothing. Her eyes were filled with anger as the man tried to install fear into her. His attempts would be all for none with that as the thoughts and memories of her past experiences with overpowering men came flashing through her mind. She took a drag from her cigarette and simply blew it out of the side of her mouth. The man's gaze continued as he began to speak to her giving her a little bit of insight. As he spoke to her her anger began to lift, as she realized this tight grip wouldn't be leading to what her past endeavors had.
Once he finished talking the man let his grip soften as the bars lowered back down, Eliah having no clue what they did and had no interest of wanting to learn tonight. For the amount of alcohol the man had consumed it seemed as though given the right moment he would function correctly, but after that not so much. As he stumbled backward regaining the pack of cigarettes from the garbage and light up yet another. Eliah looked down at her own, resulting in her nose raising up a little as she looked to see the granny ash hanging from the cigarette. She ripped it from her mouth and flicked toward the ground as the small amount of smoldering tar and nicotine sparked with contact of the floor. As she did so the pack of cigarettes that was once hers smacked her chest, bouncing in front of her as she flailed to receive them. She was able to get her hands around them before they went below her waste in altitude.
She grabbed another cigarette from the pack, her hands slightly shaking from the adrenaline pumping within her veins. It had been a while since the last time she had felt this way, so she was just all around a little shaky. Which was something she was going to have to get used to if she continued hanging around this guy. Which was well in her plans as she had just gained not only a respect for his power, but a respect for his overall resolve. As she pulled the cigarette up to her lips and pressed down on it, she began to search for the match book that was pressed up against her attire and left breast. As she did so the man spoke again wondering if she was going to be a little bitch and run away or take a seat and say what was on her mind. As he finished she readjusted her sights back to her hand digging in her top as she came upon the book of matches. She ripped one off and lit the cigarette taking and drag while simultaneously answering him with a smug, but bitter smirk and hum of approval.
She made her way back to her seat at the bar and placed the cigarette in her left hand between her index and middle finger, and grabbed her beverage from the bar. As she did so she was pleased as the warm liquid made it's way down to her throat(lul), things like what had just happened were the reason she had always made sure her drinks were neat. She wouldn't want to come back after an altercation to have her drink all watered down. She looked over to the man, "Well then, that was fun...and much needed." She knew that would be all she had to say to him instead of saying thank you or anything of that. She was able to read the man and tell that much. He didn't do anything for thank yous, it seemed, which Eliah respected. "As for why my parents gave me this ridiculous name, I have no fucking idea." She stated chuckling slightly at the stupidity that was her name.
She sat there not saying a word, for a few seconds not knowing what exactly to say to the man. There were so many things that ran through her mind at the moment as though she had just had an epiphany that she wasn't going to get any better by just sitting around in the second squad. However, she wasn't the type of person to just be able to go out and do it on her own. She began to realize that she'd need someone to help guide her along the way, or at least to her Zanpakutō's name. From there she'd be able to find things out, or so she thought. She had finally came to a decision as to what she wanted to say, "So how the fuck do I get out of this second division? I want to be stronger, but I've been sitting around for so damn long I'm not sure on how to go about that. I've had some encounters in the past years, but nothing that's ever challenged my abilities. Always meager tasks handed down from seated officer to seated officer until it gets to me, the lowest of the low. But you know what?" She began gabbering, but didn't really care she was just doing what the man asked of her. "I'm fucking tired of that shit. Even as lazy as I am, if I was given an order I would do it. As I do every time, sure it may be because I just want to get the fuck out of those barracks, but at least I fucking do it. And I may do it half-assed some times, but if they wanted it done right they should have done it themselves!" Her voiced echoed within the bar, people once again turning their attention to her. "I only do it half-assed out of spite anyway, but shit. I know if... fuck WHEN I get a better position within these ranks everything that gets passed down to me will be done, and done correctly. Oh a war? Yeah, I'll handle that." She spoke with confidence pushing her chest out to be macho, which probably would only draw the attention of the male personnel within the establishment.
It was rather odd, the drinks hadn't even had their effect on her just yet, but she sure was talking as though she had just finished a bottle. Not slurring, but just rambling. She stopped to take another drag of her cigarette and slammed down the rest of her drink, knocking the empty glass on the bar in demands for another. She slumped her head onto the palm of her right hand and looked over to the Captain to the left waiting for his responses...