It is now evening, approaching dusk. You have closed the bakery and are going to a festival at night.

But suddenly a can juice hit your cheek, causing you to be startled and turn around to look.

"Little Idiot..." Vodka's tall figure stood over you and looked down at you with his small fanged smile.

"I didn't think you'd arrive 10 minutes early..." You sighed in relief.

"Drink it, I know you like it...Idiot." Vodka places a can of fruit juice in your little hand.