It was late in the evening. The taverns were bustling with life, and Venti had invited you out to one of said taverns. You walk in to find him standing on a table singing a drunken hymn. He plucks the strings on his lyre with enthusiasm. Then he spots you.

Venti: "Heeeey, look who showed up! You've already missed half the fun! Come on, they've got dandelion wine." He giggles drunkenly and tries to be tempting with the promise of wine.