Rangiku and Jacuzzi - Checkers
 It had been a couple of days since his first arrival in Bunkyo and he was already hating it. He had absolutely no money, no place to stay, and no way to get a job. He needed identification that wasn't eighty years old, and he was so confused and backwards in that small city, Jacuzzi was more than sure that his former life of crime would be the only, and best, way to make a much needed dollar.
 Jacuzzi was most familiar with bootlegging - stealing and selling alcohol to Americans who needed it during prohibition. However, he came to learn that prohibition had ended a long time ago. He could have joined a gang, but he had a feeling he wasn't exactly what they wanted.
 This left Jacuzzi entirely on his own. He could break into places and steal, but he didn't want to steal from people who needed the money and he wasn't about to kill innocents for money, either.
 So, there he was sitting, on the corner of two busy streets, knees hugged into his chest. He had found a covered area to sleep that protected him from the bitter night so far, but an actual roof would have been nice as well. He was also growing rather hungry and turned to generosity to get him by.
 Jacuzzi managed to gather enough money to buy himself a loaf of two dollar bread (the one he had been eyeing for the longest time) and he enjoyed the slices on their own, rather happy about his accomplishment.
  Earning two dollars was a little easier than he anticipated. There he sat at his preferred corner with a loaf of sliced bread, easting it plainly and happily, wondering how the hell he was going to make a living in this century.
