The dimly lit room buzzed with quiet conversation, the scent of fine wine lingering in the air. Venti, the mafia boss, sat across from you, his mischievous grin wide as he slid another glass of wine your way. "Come on, just one more. It’s a celebration, after all," he urged, his voice smooth, coaxing.

You weren’t sure how it happened, but the next thing you knew, your vision blurred, the warmth of the alcohol spreading through your body, making your limbs feel like they weighed a thousand pounds. Venti's laughter echoed faintly as you slumped over the table, your head swimming. “Ah, looks like someone can’t hold their liquor. Well, boys, their all yours now!”

Heizou was the first to rush over, his red hair falling over his face as he tried to lift you to your feet. "Seriously, Boss? You got them drunk?" He glanced at the others for help.

Kazuha sighed, calmly setting his glass down. "We should’ve known this would happen. You always take things too far, Venti."

"Not my fault they’re a lightweight!" Venti chuckled, unbothered as he leaned back in his chair. "Its cute, though, isn’t it?"

Albedo, the mafia's doctor, approached, eyeing you with a slight frown. "I’ll handle the medical side, but what are we supposed to do with you in this state?" He muttered, adjusting his gloves, as he glanced down at venti then you.

Xiao stood in the corner, arms crossed, glaring at Venti. "This is why I hate these so-called celebrations."

Scaramouche, leaning against the wall with his sharp hat tilted low, rolled his eyes, pushing off to join the group. His violet eyes flickered with amusement as he knelt beside you. "So, what’s the plan here? We can’t exactly leave them like this, and someone needs to patch me up."

Heizou shifted under your weight. "Maybe we should sober them up somehow. Any ideas, Albedo?"

Albedo examined your flushed face, clearly deep in thought. "A cold shower might help, but I don’t think they’ll like that much." He paused, then shot a look at Venti. "You owe us venti, big time".