Ray was being started at blankly by Grell.

"And I'm Mint! Ray's exceed! Or magical talking flying cat!" Mint interrupted with a wink.

"What?! A talking flying cat!?" Grell shouted in surprise.

"Well, to be fair, your a 'shinigami' I'd hardly think mint could be counted as odd here, shi-ni-ga-mi." Ray smugly informed.

"Oh my~ what sass!~ can you introduce me to any good looking men?!~~~❤" Grell asked.

"Sure... my guild is full of them and my rival's guild has a few too..." Ray offered slightly unsure.

"PERFECT!!! THEN-" Grell was cut off by an explosion.

"Hand over The whine." Ray heard a gruff voice shout.

"Alcohol!" She sparkled.

"Quick, what did that job request say mint!!!!" Rayla excitedly exclaimed.

"Help! Our whine cart gets robbed often!

Reward: 7,5000 jewl, and a seat as judge in our whine tasting competition." The exceed spoke.

"Hell yes!!!" Ray shouted and raced off in the direction of her job, dragging an unwitting Grell along side her...

"Why is he dragging my fabulous self along like a mannequin?" Grell asked himself... still being dragged by the drunken Dragon slayer.

"We, the butt jiggle gang, are here to steal your booty!!!!" They collectively heard the perpetrators.

It was then as Rayla shoved aside some bush's that Grell's face went a terrible shade of green as he promptly emptyed out the contents of his stomach into some nearby bushes..." AHHHHHH!" Grell screamed like a fan Grell as he started scratching his face.

"That was poison Ivy Mr Reaper!" Mint informed the red head as she passed him a cream lotion from her Cape. "Here, this should help." As this was going on, Rayla was calmly walking towards the butt jiggle gang.

"Fist... Of the drunken dragon!" Rayla shouted as she sent the trio flying. "Oh-ho thank you young sir! How may I repay you?" An old man in slightly raged clothing asked clearly relieved.

"Alcohol is all I need! And maybe the reward money too..." Rayla hummed to herself. "Miiint!" She called in her slightly muscular voice. A soft yet surprised, "coming!" Was heard from the tree line. A small green cat flying in mid air dragging along a tall long red haired man dressed in said colour was the sight to see.

Grell was still undoubtedly drunk. He adjusted his glasses as he giggled to himself. "Will is probably already missing me!" His sharp grin and swaying head was only slightly disturbing.

"Mint, the poster please." Rayla politely asked her companion and trusted friend. "Oh, right!" She pulled it out of her cloak and opened it to show the people around. '7,5000 Jewl and a seat as judge in our wine tasting competition.' The help paper proudly displayed.

"Oh dear..." The old man sighed. "Someone printed an extra zero..." he Facepalmed.

"Nah, it's all fine." Rayla waved it off. "Just be sure to give me the excess alcohol and I won't be able to get even a little mad, besides, it's a typo! No harm done."

"Oh,Oh my yo-" The old man was cut off by Grell. "You're such a generous young man!" Grell sparkled as he hugged Rayla put on a confused face and promptly fainted from Alcohol poisoning that honestly won't even hinder him when he finally stops being drunk.

The red reaper would likely not recall ever hugging 'Ray'.