>>2867804You rub your temples idly as Matsuri continues to blather into your ear for the fourth time today about how badly she wants to get her hands on Sara. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence; Lord above knows the girl flip-flopped on which woman she wanted to molest on a day by day basis, but when it got brought into your mutual drinking time, it was hard to brush it off.
"And it's such bullshit," Matsuri continues, drunkenly slurring as she jabs at you with her heavy glass mug. Roberu stares from behind the counter with a nervous look. "That I do...EVERYTHING I can for her, and y...y'know what I get back for my efforts?!" The rosy-cheeked girl asks, looking at you. If only to appease her, you shake your head. "Nothing! I get NOTHIN' back out of it, that's what! I get to see that little...hic...fuckin'...cutie go GALLIVANTING off with...augh!! It's not fair!!"
Matsuri proceeds to tip back the mug and fucking pound it, ignoring your staring as you take an idle sip from yours. This checks out. Placing her empty mug back on the table, Matsuri slumps forward over the desk, burying her head in her arms.
"I just...I-I love her so much, Anon," she continues, mumbling to you from below her arms. "A-And I neverrrr get anything back! She just acts like I'm a creepy paypig!"
"That's rough, buddy," You reply, headache growing. "You want a hug or something?"
"DO I WANT A HUG?!" Matsuri yells in reply, actually startling you. The girl, bleary eyed and bright red in the face quickly sits up, staring at you with eyes full of anger...before she does a complete 180, fury melting into...embarrassment? You can't tell if she's flushing. "I...u-uhm...are you offering?"
"...I guess?" You mumble, a bit annoyed she missed the sarcasm in your voice, but it's too late. Almost immediately the girl scurries off her bar stool - immediately reminding you of some horrifying spider - as she comes right up to you, raising her arms up like a child, a happy look washing over her features. The sweetness of it all brings you down from your annoyance.
"One, please!" Matsuri slurs softly, starting to giggle a bit. Your own cheeks start to burn as you sit up a bit, moving closer to the edge of your seat.
Cautiously, you wrap your arms around Matsuri, pulling her in close to your chest. The girl's arms lazily wrap themselves around your neck as she gives you an affectionate nuzzle, tightening what was meant to be a gentle, brief embrace. Due to the height difference between the pair of you, Matsuri has to stand on her tiptoes, but she doesn't seem to mind as she rubs her body against yours, trying to savor as much of the hug as she can. It isn't lewd, despite how the girl normally acts. It's...tender. Intimate. Your cheeks darken just a bit as you snuggle into her in return...going so far as to give the girl a break, straightening your spine as you tug her up and into your lap. She squeaks out in confusion as you lift her...but quickly relents into the hold as she sits comfortably across you, resting her head on your shoulder.
"Anon...Anooon," Matsuri whispers, weakly clutching to you as she giggles drunkenly. "You're so waaarm...this feels so good..."
"I'm...glad you're enjoying it, Matsuri," you mumble, shifting a bit under the girl as you hold her, trying better to support her. "Feeling better?"
"Sooo much...but that doesn't mean you can let me go, okay? Hold me closer..."
As you oblige her, the girl continues her gentle giggling fit, relaxing completely in your arms as you idly run your hands down her back, unsure of what exactly to do in the situation. As the hug goes on, minutes chaining into minutes, Matsuri struggles to stay awake.
"T-This is the best I've felt in forever...Thank you, Anon," She yawns, tiredly wiggling in your lap. "Love you..."
Though you know it's probably just the alcohol talking given how much she complains about how thirsty she is for the other girls, the sentiment still causes you to blush intensely as your cute drinking buddy nods off in your arms, her grip holding strong as she lightly snores. Though you'll have to move eventually and get the poor girl home, you're content to just sit and enjoy the intimate act for just a bit longer. Absolutely no rush.
