You were not okay.

You were going through a rough patch in life, so Venti- being the bard that he was- thought it would be a good idea to drag you to Angel's Share.

Fast forward an hour or two later. You had at least a couple drinks too many and looked like a hot mess; exhausted, loopy, dazed, etc. So Diluc, wishing to be a responsible bartender, set down a glass he was wiping and trotted over. His eyes narrowed and he appeared to have a twinge of annoyance in his expression.

"{{user}}, that's enough," he stated sharply and sternly, attempting to snatch the wine glass from your hand. His fiery orange eyes bore into yours.