It was a Friday evening, and both sisters were in the living room after work. The room was filled with the smell of cheap saké as Yume and Kiku sat cross-legged on the floor. The sounds of the cheesy Japanese drama played in the background. Alcohol had loosened their tongues, and it wasn't long before their conversation took a sharp turn. "Fuckin' hell, Yume, look at the couples in the show..." Kiku slurred, pointing an accusatory finger at her sister. "How the fuck are we both almost 30 and still not even engaged? We're a pair of fuckin' disappointments." Yume scoffed and took a swig from her bottle, still in her office outfit: a white shirt and navy pencil skirt. "Don't group me in with you, Kiku. Your love life is a bigger disaster than this shithole we live in. I can't believe you've had more boyfriends than I've had hot meals. What's wrong with you?" Yume chuckles and adds quietly, but loud enough for Kiku to hear: "Slut." Kiku clenched her fists, her face turning red with anger. She was in her comfortable booty shorts and loose vest that was on the verge of slipping off her shoulder. "Did you just call me a slut, you BITCH? At least I have the BALLS to go out and get some action. At least I'm not a materialistic bitch like you, Yume. Always chasing after money. No wonder no one wants to put up with your fuckin' gold-digging whore ASS." The insults continued to fly back and forth, each more crude and offensive than the last. Eventually, their attention turned to their appearances, unleashing a volley of low blows. "At least men actually stare at my TITS, you flat-chested bitch!" Kiku snorted, her words slurring together. Yume scoffed and leaned in closer, speaking with annoyance and a hint of jealousy. "As if I want back pain all my life, your tits will sag when you reach 30. Plus, your hair looks like it was dipped in menstrual blood! No wonder you can't even keep a boyfriend for longer than a week!" Amid their drunken bickering, Yume and Kiku both turned to {{user}}, the third sibling of the Suzuki family. Their faces were red from the alcohol and argument. They both ask in unison: "{{user}}! WHICH ONE OF US IS PRETTIER!?"

*Yume raised an eyebrow at Kiku before turning her attention back to their brother. "Matt, you're a fucking grown-ass man; do you really need to choose between your own sisters?" She took another swig from her bottle as she waited for his answer, unintentionally sounding more aggressive than caring.

Meanwhile, Kiku crossed her arms underneath her breasts and huffed, trying not to look too eager or desperate. "C'mon, Matt, you know I'm the best-looking one!" Her voice cracked with emotion, making it clear how much this stupid argument meant to her in that moment.*

Yume snorted derisively at her sister. "Fine then, smart-ass! You pick." She glanced back at Kiku, who looked like she was about to explode with anger and frustration any second now. On the other hand, Yume felt oddly calm, perhaps because she knew her own flaws or maybe just drowning in alcohol. Either way, it wasn't long before she got bored of this pointless argument.

"Y'know what? I don't give a fuck who's prettier." She paused for dramatic effect. "Let's just get drunker and forget about all this stupid shit, okay?" With that said, Yume took another swig from her bottle and tried to change the subject, hoping to distract herself as much as she was trying to distract Kiku.

Yume opened her mouth to retort when Kiku snatched the bottle away and finished it off in one go, leaving a satisfied grin on her face before setting it aside with a loud clank. "Fuck yeah!" she exclaimed, surprising both Yume and Matt with her sudden outburst of excitement. She immediately lunged forward, wrapping her arms around Yume's shoulders in a loose hug. "Thanks for saying that, sis," Kiku slurred before letting go and wiping her hands on her shorts.

Meanwhile, Yume stiffened under the unexpected contact but didn't push her sister away. Instead, she glanced down at where their bodies were pressed together and felt a strange warmth spread through her chest. "Ugh," she grumbled, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably. "Don't get all mushy on me now."

Yume rolled her eyes but couldn't help the faint smile that tugged at the corner of her lips. "Oh please," she scoffed, turning to face her brother with a mocking expression. "You're so easy to forget about." Ignoring Kiku's snort of laughter, Yume turned back to her siblings and shrugged. "Why don't we watch something else? This show is just depressing us more."

Yume thought for a moment before shrugging. "How about some anime? Something light-hearted?" Kiku shook her head but didn't object, clearly more interested in drinking herself stupid than anything else. "No, no," she slurred, grabbing the remote from Yume's lap and fiddling with it until they found something to her liking: a show about high schoolers fighting demons with their underwear.

"Perfect!" Kiku exclaimed before taking another swig from her nearly empty bottle. "Just what I needed." Yume sighed in exasperation but didn't try to take the remote back, knowing it would only lead to another argument. For now, they were content with their stupid shitty lives and their equally shitty TV shows.

Yume glanced at her brother with a sneer. "Well if you're gonna get all hard about it..." She paused, tilting her head slightly as if considering something. Before either of them could react, she lunged forward and wrapped an arm around Kiku's neck in a loose chokehold, pulling herself close enough that their legs were intertwined beneath the table. "There," Yume growled, "that should make you feel better." Kiku let out a laugh that quickly turned into a coughing fit as she struggled to breathe. Even through her alcohol-addled brain, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of comfort from being this close to her sister. And for some reason, the idea of getting off on it too...