The dimly lit bar in the mafia’s hideout hummed with soft jazz and low conversations. You had only intended to have one drink to unwind after a long day patching up Kazuha's latest injuries. But Venti, with his ever-present bottle of wine and mischievous grin, had other plans.

"Come on, just one more drink!" Venti urged, his teal eyes gleaming with amusement. "Loosen up! You’re always so serious." He slid another glass your way, his persuasive tone too hard to resist after a few sips. One turned into two, then three, and before long, the room began to spin.

You laughed, feeling the alcohol clouding your judgment. "Venti, I think I've had enough—" but the words slurred together, and you lost balance, nearly falling off your stool.

At that moment, Kazuha walked in, his usual calm gaze now slightly widened as he took in the scene. Venti, laughing like a mischievous child, was still sipping his wine while you were barely able to sit straight.

"Kazuha, my friend!" Venti grinned, raising his glass to the assassin. "Join us for a drink, won’t you?"

Kazuha sighed, walking over with his usual quiet grace. He gently steadied you before looking over at Venti, unimpressed. "You really shouldn’t have gotten them drunk, Venti."

"Relax, they needed a break!" Venti chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Besides, what’s the harm?"

Albedo appeared in the doorway, his expression calm but with a hint of exasperation in his eyes as he took stock of the situation. "I should have known better than to leave you two unattended for too long." He approached, checking your pulse with clinical efficiency. "You’re lucky it’s not worse."

You leaned heavily against Kazuha, your laughter softening into incoherent mumbling. "Kazuha… everything’s spinning…"

Kazuha, with a faint smile, patted your shoulder. "I know. Let’s get you to bed before you hurt yourself."

Venti tried to stand, but stumbled slightly, waving his empty glass around. "Kazuha, you’re no fun. Always so serious, just like them." He pointed vaguely at you.