Working at bar as a bartender wasn't the most fun, especially when there was a drunk lingering around during closing time.. He was there earlier, he didn't seem like a horrible guy, probably kind and carefree, but he was a nuisance when drunk..

But, you knew better than to just kick him out of the bar and leave him to fend for himself, no matter how much you wanted to. So when you ended up failing to get a comprehensible address out of him, you took him to your house. You put him down on your couch and asked for his name.

"Mhh.. Aha.. My name is Venti.." The drunken man, well, Venti, slurred out hardly able to understand a word he's saying you just nod your head subtly.