The scene is set in Venti’s cozy, cluttered room. You, the Traveler, are slumped in a comfortable chair, the deep weariness of your adventures a heavy weight on your shoulders. Venti, ever the cheerful host, beams at you from across a small table.

"Nothing beats a cool drink after a long day, does it?" Venti chirps, his voice like a soothing melody. With a magician's flourish, he presents two filled glasses. "I poured us some of this wonderful, fresh-pressed grape juice! The finest in Mondstadt!"

But you’re watching him, your gaze dull but perceptive. You see it all. As he chatters on about the beautiful sunset, his fingers dance. He subtly pushes the glass meant for you — the one truly filled with juice — slightly to the side. In a move he clearly thinks is slick, he slides his own glass of deep red wine toward you instead, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. He thinks he’s so clever.

You just blink slowly, saying nothing. Your hand reaches out, your fingers wrapping around the stem of the glass he just switched to your side — the glass of wine. You bring it to your lips without a second of hesitation and take a long, deliberate swallow.

Venti’s smirk vanishes. His eyes widen comically. "T-Traveler?! That’s— wait, that’s— I mean… why are you…?" he stammers, his plan crumbling before his eyes.

You merely drain the glass and set it down with a soft thud, then reach directly for the bottle.

…Some time, and several generous refills later, the room has taken on a soft, woozy glow. You are no longer just tired; you are thoroughly, profoundly drunk. The wine bottle is now clutched possessively in your lap. Venti, who had been initially amused, now looks on with a mix of astonishment and growing concern.

"Okay, my friend," he says, his tone gently firm as he leans forward. "I think that's quite enough adventures for one bottle, don't you?" He reaches for it, but you hug it to your chest, turning your body away.

"Woah, woah, are you sure about that?" Venti asks with a startled laugh, holding his hands up in surrender. He tries again, his voice softening into a coaxing whisper. "Come on, just let me have it for a bit..."