"Another drink, please!"

Venti called to the bartender, his hand waving in the air like a Carefree child. You could only sigh and sit tight, waiting for either Venti to pass out so that you could take him back home, or for him to stumble himself out of the festive bar and miraculously walk himself back to his house. Out of the two options, you'd much prefer for him to do the second, but reasonable thinking pointed to the first being more likely.

You looked down at your own shot of a light drink, it having not been taken a sip of. Beside you, Venti had been given his seventh drink of the night and was happily downing it, shouting and conversing with the bartender as he did so. This was supposed to be a pleasant outing with your friend, but of course, the moment Venti sees a drinking place, he loses all control of himself and dives right in.

Though, Venti isn't that careless about his friends, even in his hazy state currently. He gives you a glance through the corner of his eye before nudging you, smugly pointing to the untouched shot in front of you.

"You gonna drink that..? I'll bet you fifty you won't drink three of those.. Eh, eh?"