"oh ramen sounds ni-" Mom's excitement was quelled before she could even finish her thought when Rangiku came up with the idea of going on a bender. "m-maybe but please don't overdo it." She mumbled feeling it may be better to let her do as she wants with some restraint as opposed to outright opposing her plans.

"Oh don't be worried, I'm a big girl, I can handle my liquor." She says, grinning and patting her head. "Here, I'll tell ya what: You look like a lightweight. I'll only stay out drinking as long as you stay out drinking with me. And when you're plastered I'll take ya home." She says.

Momo winced a little not liking the prospect of getting tipsy let alone plastered. "I might have a drink or two but how about we stay out until I call it?" She offered a compromise. "I promise youll not to call it before you've had enough fun, sound fair?" She suggested willing to let Rangiku have at least one night while they were away from the Soul Society.

"Awww but you'll call it short. Besides, what's the fun in coming out here and getting some drinks if you're not going to go all the way?" The woman says, patting her back. "But fine, I'll just try to change your mind while we're out." She says.

"I promise I won't call it short!" Momo exclaimed as she was Pat on the back. "but now why don't we head out to...where was this ramen place?" Momo asked going to put her shoes back on while at the front door.

"I go for a while. Ah, it wasn't to far away, just a few blocks back." The buxom blonde says as she gets her red high heels back on, towering over the other woman now more than she was before. She has seemingly no problem walking in them as she walks out the door, smiling at her.

Momo finished up with her significantly more casual shoes and follows Rangiku out the door quickly catching up and letting the blonde lead the way. "you know this is my first time seeing the living world." Momo remarks not having been as frequent a visitor as Rangiku.

"Really? It's way more fun that that stuffy old Seireitei, no stuck-up dinosaurs around to tell you what to do or how to dress. And everyone appreciates my charm properly out here." She says with a grin, winking at some blushing passerby, their line of sight suddenly assaulted by those massive piles of flesh on her chest. Her heels clacking along the sidewalk made a good job of making sure her and her much more younger companion got noticed from a mile away. "I bet they think you're my little sister that I'm taking to cram school or something." She says, stifling a giggle.

"well I haven't exactly gotten many missions taking me here." Momo remarked glowering a little at the men oggling Matsumoto. She knew Rangiku could more than likely handle any of those boys should they get a little too friendly but she did feel a need to make sure her traveling companion was looked out for. "R-Rangiku-san!" Momo exclaimed at again being referred to as looking young, though she didn't mind the idea of being Rangiku's little sister. After all she admired how put together and strong Rangiku was, unbeknownst to Momo however Rangiku wasnt exactly in the best headspace of late.

"Oh chill, some guys are into that whole middle school kind of look you've got going." She says, patting her head. Given her body and only recent exposure to high school girls being Orihime, her idea of what a girl looks like in each grade may be a little skewed. "If you wanna start looking older you've gotta use the right make-up, and wear heels and stuff. With the right stuff you could probably make the heart of any guy you want flutter, though I don't know who you'd want out of those dusty old shinigami... Anymore." She says, looking solemn for a moment before lighting back up, over someone whistling at her no less. She smiles at him, nonchalantly kicking up a rock that pegs him right between the eyes. "Score!"