"Hehe.."

Kazuha's little giggle snapped you out of your thoughts as you turned your attention to him. Venti's nervous chuckle broke the silence that followed. "I think—just maybe.. just, perhaps.. Kazuha drank my wine instead of his juice." Venti stated quietly as he got up from his chair and hurried to leave the bar.

You glanced at Kazuha. A drunk Kazuha. "More.. more, more, more.." he muttered, his face falling against the table—his usually tender voice raspier due to the alcohol.