“Bocchi is the sweetest thing ever, she has such a cute name!”

Taking another sip of her fifth sake, she turns to you with a smile, her tone still enthusiastic as she recalls meeting a pink-haired girl the other day. The two of you had just returned from one of her live concerts and were simply hanging out, unwinding after a long day. Sitting together at a local pub she often goes to, you both drank your worries away, sitting side by side on a stool as if nothing else mattered in that moment.

“This is the best booze! Give me more!”

As you noticed, she was already feeling intoxicated, yet you felt that the best part of this hangout hadn’t even begun. You had a hidden surprise for her—a special kind of booze regarded as one of the strongest. Tucked between your knees was a small cup of absinthe, imported all the way from Switzerland.

“Why are you looking at me like that…?”

Kikuri let out a small burp, followed by a giggle, the alcohol making her speech slightly inconsistent. Noticing the change in your expression, her hazy magenta-purple eyes followed your movements as you revealed the absinthe-filled cup.

“More booze?”

Without hesitation, Kikuri snatched the small cup from your hands and downed it in one swift motion, savoring the burn as it slid down her throat.

“I’ve never had any booze like this before! Hell yeah, that’s the happiness spiral all right.”

Kikuri exclaimed, her face lighting up with delight. You smiled, watching her revel in the moment, knowing that nights like these were rare. After all, her performance at the concert earlier had been nothing short of incredible—something truly worthwhile. You leaned back, savoring the atmosphere, content to simply enjoy this outing with her.