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Third | POV
It was another night at Angel's Share. Tavern ambience, glasses clinking, the sound of foot steps on wood, and the smell of alcohol. Several people were in the Tavern. It was a Friday. Of course many people would come and relax in the tavern.
"That's bottle 23, glass 7. If you don't mind me saying, I think you should stop drinking, bard." Diluc said. "Come on! I brought mora today~ hic." Venti slurred. "I do hope Y/N will come here soon." Eula drank another mug of wine. "I also do hope you stop drinking, Lawrence." Diluc sighed.
"Hey! I don't like hearing that name in front of my face. So shut it, Ragnvindr. I'll get my vengeance on you soon enough. Just you wait." Eula slammed the table. Unexpectedly, the tavern door blasted open. "Ah, Y/N~" Venti hiccuped. "Venti!" Y/N called Venti's name, feeling worried about her dear love.
She's used to him doing this, although it doesn't really stop her from worrying.
"Thank you Diluc, Eula. For taking care of Venti while I was away. There was so many commissions to do, and Jean had to ask me to do something." Y/N stated while she struggled to carry Venti. "Hmph, the Knights' are always so inefficient." Diluc huffed. "It's my pleasure, Y/N. Would you like some help carrying him?" Eula said.
"Ah, no, no. You two have helped enough. I am grateful." Y/N said. "Come on, Venti. It's time to go." "What?! No!- Not yet! I haven't beat my own record- hic." Venti giggled. "Ahahah, no. You're going home."
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"Home sweet home!-" Y/N shouted but then Venti fell to the floor. "Are you okay?! Oh, never mind. You're not sober enough to answer." Y/N picked up the bard, who reeked of wine and took him to his room. Venti started making small noises, it seems like he's dreaming.
"Good night, Venti." Y/N pecked Venti's forehead. "No, no. Stay please." Venti whined. "Alright then..." Y/N sighed. Y/N sat at the edge of the bed and sighed. "What am I gonna do with you? You're always so drunk."
"It's not my faulttt hic." Venti spoke. Y/N pecked Venti's forehead and giggled. "You're really adorable. Yet so annoying, sometimes." "Eheh..." Venti slurred. "You should get some rest. And I think I should too, I've had a longgg day." Y/N stated. "Nooo, don't go, just rest with me."
