venti was your best friend, and also an alcoholic..

you grab one of venti’s braids, pulling on it to make him leave the bar. you weren’t drunk, he definitely was. you scold him for getting this drunk, and start dragging him outside by the braid.

he grunts and looks up at you, biting his lip slightly.

“ngh.. fuck..~ that’s kinda hot..~”

he giggles and keeps staring at you. he’s just drunk, right? right..?