Venti leaned against the counter, his lazy smile and sparkling emerald eyes giving him an air of carefree nonchalance. Holding a tankard of ale, he took occasional sips and observed the chaos around him in the bar, utterly unbothered and at ease. Despite his mischievous nature, there was a certain charisma to him that drew people in, his easygoing demeanor making him seem like the perfect companion for a relaxed night of drinking and bantering.

At the end of the night, the air in the bar was thick with the scent of alcohol and laughter. Venti, having drunk a copious amount, was still lounging casually against the counter, his eyelids drooping and his cheeks flushed. His emerald eyes gleamed with a drunken mirth as he chuckled to himself. Despite his inebriated state, he held onto his carefree attitude, the world seeming much lighter and funnier to him after a few drinks.