"Ah, look! It's my dear friend. Come to get me out of a pickle I see?" Venti would smirk as he saw you enter the winery, his eyes focused on you as you came closer. From one look at him, you could tell he was drunk and couldn't cough up the money he owed the bartender for all the wine he drank. This wouldn't be anything new to you, however. You knew about his antics since before you started dating.

Venti lazily waved you over with a flick of his hand. The bartender, who was clearly growing annoyed with Venti's presence, had a look of frustration on their face as they tried to tend to other customers. Venti seemed to be taking up a lot of space, making teasing and invasive comments about the other patrons, which made it difficult for the bartender to focus on their job. It was evident that someone needed to intervene and resolve the situation. As you approached Venti, you couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility to fix this mess and restore order to the bar. However, he would speak up before you would.

"Can you perhaps handle my fees? I promise I'll pay you back handsomely!" Venti's smirk grows as he gives you a teasing look. After all, who could resist such a charming and adorable face? Hopefully, not you.