Prompt: "I need a girls night out with Ibuki, Circe, and Vritra STAT" — Pallan Minerva, answered by Pallan Minerva. Context: Saw a piece of art of Ibuki drinking, spewed these words out, and a friend screamed at me in rage and then proceeded to draw some art of this exact thing happening. But then I was told that if he did that, I had to write a little piece for it too.
Circe woke up feeling far better than she thought she would. That is to say, rather than feeling like throwing herself into Charybdis's maw, it was preferable to enjoy the sweet release of Thanatos's touch. Either way, the magician wanted to die.
Ugh... what the fuck did I do last night...
Trying to push herself off of the floor, she found instead her hand was absorbed into it. Wait, that wasn't the floor. The floor doesn't snort like that.
Eyes squinted, Circe attempted to understand what was happening to her, and instead she was pulled back down into what was apparently a gigantic cleavage. Her "what the fuck" came out more as "wrthrfr", but as she understood it, there was no one around to hear it.
"Fufufu. You look like you took quite the tumble last night."
The witch managed to pull her face out of the large chest just enough so that she could groan and close her eyes at the blinding light from the doorway. How the hell was she hungover!? Servants weren't supposed to get hangovers!
I know I have a spell for this... gah...
"Would you like some help?"
Opening her eyes a fraction of an inch, Circe barely made out the outline of Shuten-Douji, and was only able to recognize her as such because of her voice.
"yrplr" she managed to get out. Soon after, she groaned as Shuten pulled her out by her hair. The oin let her fall to the floor.
I want to die.
"WHAT IN THE GODDAMN BLAZES—" she heard someone scream from outside. "WHAT SONNUVA GUN STUCK THE KUSANAGI-NO-TSURUGI THROUGH THE WALL!?"