Marisa marched in, carrying two bottles of sake with her. Keine was sitting at the table, though when she heard the door open, she looked over.
"….So, did you actually have money?" She commented dryly. Marisa shook her head.
"Money for this challenge's on you." Marisa grinned. Keine only sighed, resigned to that fact.
"Glasses are in the cabinet…."
"Glasses? Ha! Real men sip straight from the bo—"
"We are not men. NOW GET GLASSES."
"Jeez, alright, Miss Priss." Marisa got out two glasses, and poured sake into both of them, giving a bottle to Keine, and keeping one. "Cheers." She smiled, taking a sip of her sake. "Now, what to do while this sets in…"
"…I don't know. Usually I'd read, but…."
"Read? I only look at books for magical tomes….stories are usually boring, especially when they tell you the most stupid shit…..magical academy, ha!" Marisa chuckled. "There's no academy to tell you how to be a witch…"
"…Don't know where you picked that one up from…" Keine finished her cup, and poured herself some more. Marisa finished hers, and did the same.
"….Ooh, I've got it. We can play truth or dare."
"Kirisame, are you a child?"
"No, but…."
"Then why the hell are you suggesting such a thing…." Keine blushed lightly, a sure sign she was getting drunk.
"Because you're getting drunk, and I want to see what shit comes out of you." Marisa smiled.
"….Blunt. Alright, I'll take a crack at it…truth for me, never know what dare you could pull…"
"Excellent. So, are you actually seeing anyone, sensei~?" Marisa asked, taking another sip of sake. Keine sighed.
"….Why do you care? No. I'm not…..alright then, Marisa, truth or dare?'
"I'll take dare for 500, da ze." Marisa cracked her knuckles, waiting for a good dare.
"Hm….alright…..well then, all of tomorrow, you have to act like a proper lady."
"Ooh, yikes, shoulda gone for 200….but alright, I'll try, ze."
"I'll pick truth…."
"Ookay. So, what's your fondest memory, eh?" Marisa laid her hands on the table, resting her head on them as she listened.
"You're being surprisingly kind. Would've expected something more raunchy by now."
"Well, it's 12 AM."
"So it is….alright, then. Fondest memory…..I suppose it was a few months ago. Beginning of fall. Mokou and I were walking through a nice apple forest…..it was calm, it was serene….there was a waterfall at the end of the path, too. Relaxing…..putting your feet into the water with no regrets…..it was sort of childish, but it was peaceful and I was happy…" Marisa imagined it, and blushed lightly, finding it a bit….cute?
"…Not like you care…..by the way, you getting shitfaced as well? Ya're blushin'." Marisa blinked, snapping out of it, and nodding quietly.
"I 'spose. You're more lost than me, though, so I'm stayin'."
"Fine, fine….truth or dare?"
"Toughie, toughie….truth."
"Alright then. I'll go ahead and ask you, who're you seein'? Alice? Patchy? Rinnosuke?" Keine asked this, crossing her arms. "Want to know who could put up with you on a daily basis."
"Alice…..hates me, ze. Patchouli hates me more for stealing books, and I think she's taken, anyway. Kourin would be quite a laughable partner, he's…..not my type….at all." Marisa chuckled. "And before you ask, have slight interest in one person….no, not telling you who."
"….Person must be the most unlucky person ever…"
"Mmn, that's rude, sensei…"
"Well, it's the truth….anyway, I'll take a dare to be different….go on, come at me with your best shot."
"Getting sadistic, aren't'cha?" Marisa smirked. "Oh, you're going to regret it. If only for the humor value….hm, act like a stereotypical maid in one of those….dirty picture books."
"W-WHAT? WHY?"
"Because that'd be funny. Can't reject it, either."
"…..F-Fine…..m-mistress…" Keine crawled over, and clung to Marisa's arm. "M-Mistress Kirisame…you did want me to be this close to you, right…?"
"Yes, that's correct, Keine."
"Good. I'm glad I could make you happy, mistress." Keine smiled. Marisa looked away, blushed faintly, and nodded. "Mistress, it's my turn now, correct?"
"Y-Yes, ze…"
"Alright then, mistress, truth or dare?"
"T-Truth…"
"…Do you actually care about anyone…? You seem to only care about yourself, at times, mistress…..it makes me wonder….."
"Do I actually care about anyone?...Well, of course. I care about Reimu, she's my best friend….and rival….and I care about my father….and my mother….ze. And you're my friend, so I care about you too, I suppose."
"You suppose?"
"I mean, I do."
"….Alright…..go ahead, ask me more questions or give me something else to do, mistress."
"…..Truth or dare, Keine?"
"Dare."
"Then you have to take off your dres-wait, what's that thing outside the window…."
"What thing, mistress…?" Keine clung onto Marisa tightly, and looked outside the window. Seeing the figure, she sighed. "It appears to be the figure….I'll go fight it in combat, mistress. Please wait here."
"….K-Keine…"
"I'll be fine, mistress. Do not worry. Even when I'm drunk as everything, I still know how to use my powers." Keine smiled, and stood up, swaying a bit, and then walking out the door.
Marisa sighed, and laid her head on the table, not looking for a moment. Realizing a small affection for a person is hard. Realizing a crush on a person is even worse when they walk out the door, drunk, and trying to wage war against a figure they don't stand a chance at defeating.
But it's the absolute worst for Marisa….as she realized that she would do the same thing, and slammed her head repeatedly into her arm, grumbling.