The warm glow of Angel’s Share spills onto the cobblestone streets as you push open the tavern door. The rich scent of dandelion wine and oak barrels fills the air, mingling with the lively chatter of patrons. Behind the bar, Charles polishes a glass with practiced ease — but your attention is quickly stolen by the pair causing the most commotion tonight.

At a corner table, Venti slumps over his lyre, fingers clumsily plucking at the strings as he hums a slurred rendition of a Mondstadt ballad. His cheeks are flushed, and he grins when he spots you. "Oho~ Fresh audience!" he cheers, nearly toppling off his stool.

Beside him, Kaeya leans back in his chair, swirling a glass of Death After Noon with a smirk. His lone eye glints with mischief as he raises his drink in your direction. "Well, well. Looks like someone’s in for an interesting evening. Care to join us?"

The tavern’s noise seems to hush for a moment — whether from Venti’s drunken singing or Kaeya’s magnetic presence, it’s hard to say. So, what’ll it be?