One, Two, Three, Question Mark? [Chie]

Chie followed Amelia, feeling out of place in Society Hill.  She was barely middle class if not for the fact that she prevents her brother's problems from becoming family problems after he "wants nothing to do with them" and her father's alcoholism from touching the financial stability. She felt like she didn't belong in the area as they made their way to Amelia's home.

Chie admitted it was not as spacious as hers, but it was sure in better condition. She had little time to clean anything but the kitchen areas. She didn't bother to react to Amelia's words as this at least looked like someone's home. Seeing such a happy sight made her feel like more of a husk inside.

"Whatever you want is fine.." Chie muttered as she took a moment to analyze the room. She actually felt her self esteem drop as she again questioned what she was doing with her life.

Do on the other hand was getting impatient within the digivice, but he didn't want to show anything. Grumbling could be heard in Chie's ears before taking off the earphones and putting them in her purse. Do's grumbling got louder, but was muffled by the contents of her purse.

Chie listened to Amelia's words and was slowly worrying that she walked into something she wasn't ready for. Her face flustered at the mention of both of them enjoying themselves, as she possibly misinterpreted what she meant. "Oh.. Didn't realize you were thinking that way so quick." However Chie tried to push those thoughts out of her mind as she walked towards and sat at the table. However she occupied her thoughts by wondering what was fun these days. 

Her silence was not comfortable for Do, if she had to think deeply on what fun is, he's got his work cut out for him, after all, who didn't know how to have Fun? Do feared he might have found the answer to that question. Chie could see Amelia struggle in her thoughts but held her tongue, she was invited to Amelia's home so obviously to intrude on her show would be rude. Chie decided to outright admit her faults at this point. "Honestly, I don't know what fun is, I know what passion is, but never fun. I am more disciplined then a priestess at times."

Chie couldn't help but feel nervous as regardless, this had to be one of the weirdest situations she's been in. Chie wondered what was going through the other woman's head, but she shrugged it off as she let her focus on what was through her mind.

Chie felt guilty about making things difficult for Amelia, but it couldn't be helped, after all, Chie never bothered to question what was important to her. Relaxation was something that she saw everyone else do, but she always found work for herself. "Well, not exactly a socialite myself so indifference is all I know."

On the subject of fun, Chie couldn't disagree with Amelia's satisfaction. Chie's father and brother spent way too many moments having fun and/or relaxing. She was tense for a while. She decided to try and leave that subject behind, but doubted it possible. "Well, no one told me fun was important to life. I never stopped between much as I had no time."

However on the subject of her palate, Chie chose to take a backseat to the subject as she did not want to intrude on whatever scheme Amelia might have going on. She was cool with anything Amelia made. She felt like she would be a terrible backseat driver if she gets too involved. "I don't want to intrude, I am not picky. Feel free to make anything."

Chie felt like she was overstepping her bounds but didn't want to acknowledge that elephant in the room. She wasn't sure where the line was to be drawn so she treaded carefully. Her Digimon in her digivice was getting restless as he wanted out, but his tamer was not making things easy for him.

Chie hated that she was being such an obvious bother to Amelia. She wanted to make things as easy as possible but she was not easy to get along with as she did not want to step on her toes. She didn't want to be difficult, but she couldn't change her very nature. "Not my fault I'm a piece of work, that's literally all I've ever done." 

However she got flustered at the sight of a wine bottle and she tried to raise her hands in protest. "Trust me, I get way too loose when I drink." Also seeing her father's drinking result in problem's every single day for a while hindered her thoughts on the notion of drinking, hopefully Amelia wouldn't push her on the matter.

Shrugging it off, she tried to focus on Amelia, wondering what it was she was scheming. Hopefully she didn't have a mixology degree as at this point she can only imagine what Amelia would try. She was kept guessing, unaware of the awkward silence she created.

Chie shrugged as she learned the wine in question was non-alcoholic, she figured what the harm in drinking something that was without alcohol, or so she thought. She didn't bother reading the label as most de-alcoholized wines still retain trace amounts, and Chie's alcohol tolerance was ridiculously weak. Chie figured better to at least try and get comfortable. She grabbed the corkscrew and opened the wine bottle and poured herself a glass. Thinking that nothing could happen, she took a sip of the wine as she found the taste refined. 

However her reaction was not expected at all as her face got flustered instantly as she stared at the wine glass in awe. "Soo good..." Chie finished the glass quickly as she began to let her senses take over as she could smell what Amelia was up to. She stood up as she walked over to behind Amelia and wrapped around Amelia's abdomen as she leaned in against her. Not even caring on how she appeared, she couldn't resist the smell of someone in the kitchen. "Mmm... Smells good, what are you cooking?"

Chie was not an alcoholic, and this really reinforced why as she can barely tolerate any form of alcohol. Meanwhile Do, could still hear everything from within the digivice in the purse was utterly shocked at how much of a lightweight Chie was. He didn't know whether to feel bad or laugh. "Wow, that's a low tolerance if I've ever seen, or rather heard one."

Chie could smell the aroma of the food as she leaned closer against the other woman however the thought of the word business drove her to react almost instantly. Her grip tightened for a moment as she spoke. "Mmm, no business right now, it's always business with Chie. Let her enjoy at least something." Chie got a brief moment of awareness again when she realized she was probably in the way. Loosening her grip slowly, she stumbled back to the table.

Do was glad to be stuck in the digivice inside the purse. He was now lost as all he had was sound to guess what was going on, but he could hear Chie's stumbling footsteps. Chie eventually fell over, her face landing on her left elbow. Groggily, she reached her right hand out to grasp something, chair leg, table leg, a rodent, and eventually her purse letting the poor rodent run back out the window. Reaching inside her purse, she reached inside and pulled out her D-3 digivice (this happened prior to "The past never rests.") and pulled it out. Do knew where this was going. Luckily for him Chie accidentally pressed the button as Do started to release. He pretended to be a fluffy plush toy. It wasn't easy as Chie tried to lift Do but he realized what she was doing and slid himself under her head before Amelie could notice.

He froze in a basic stance, trying not to move as he hoped this would end well, but a drunk tamer accidentally summoning a digimon never ended well in his experience.

While Amelie brought out the food, Chie slowly got up leaving her digivice on Do before she moved to sit at the table, stepping on Do's tail in the process. The digimon held his breath as it did hurt, he couldn't let himself be known. Chie was not making a single thing easy for her as she had too much to drink off of nothing. She smirked at Amelie's mention of Do being a plush doll. "Oh, yeah, he's just a soft snuggle buddy. "

That offhand comment was enough to make him rolls his eyes, hoping that Amelie wasn't looking. Drunk dialing is one thing, but drunk digitizing is a recipe for disaster. Chie lithtly touched the pasta as she was savoring in it's appearance before she actually decided to eat. She learned to appreciate food, and also to check if it's cooked properly. The reason for the later was not a fun one, and she didn't know she accidentally verbalized her thoughts again. "My brother only cooked a single meal in his life, he cooked pork chops but they were undercooked. My father got food poisoning. He didn't check my brother's work."

Do himself couldn't believe her story at this point, no way someone like her could be related to such an idiot. However he couldn't really judge as he barely heard her father. But he had justified reasoning for his behaviour. Chie took a bite of the pasa as she took a moment to savor the shrimp contrasted with the sauces on top of the pasta. She couldn't help but appreciate every aspect. "Pretty good..."

Do, could smell the scent of the food as he lied on the ground. Quickly the scent became too much for him as he sprung up and turned to face the table. "Really Chie? Bad enough you get drunk off of de-alcoholized wine, you drunk digitize me, use me as a pillow, and step on my tail. But eating near me while I could smell the food, that's cruel!"

Chie, not caring about Amelie at the moment shrugged Do off. "Just go back inside the Digivice. Excuse my digimon Amelie, he's just an alien from an alternate world that is bound to me for life."

Do rolled his eyes as Chie literally failed completely at keeping the secret of Digimon. He tried to face claw, but his little arms were too short. He took a deep breath and awaited Amelie to start freaking out before he said anything.