Here's some food for you lovely simps out there.
I'm not too far into the game yet, but I wanted to do some oneshots anyways so here I am! I hope you all enjoy!
Also feel free to leave requests! I have a list of the characters I'm willing to write o...
Notes before reading: ~ This oneshot is based off of the special event "Of-Drink-A-Dreaming". If you have not yet completed that event or you haven't seen a video going over it yet, I must warn you that there are major spoilers ahead. Though I did change it up a bit and include Venti ~
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When the redheaded man sat down in his own tavern, curios to see who the new bartender Luka kept mentioning was, he didn't expect to see you, the one and only love of his life serving a drink to a drunk bard.
"No wonder no one else has figured out yet that you're the almighty Lord Barbatos," you groaned as you placed a large glass of wine in front of him. "Enjoy your ninteenth glass of the night, bard."
"*hic* thank you, (Y/N)," Venti replied with his trademark cheeky grin, hiccuping as he reached for the glass.
Diluc exclaimed, "shouldn't you have cut him off by now?"
Your head darted up, your eyes meeting. "Oh, Master Diluc! Sorry, I didn't see you coming in. Do you want anything to drink?"
"Please, just call me Diluc," he responded with a warm smile, "and I'll get one Gray Valley Sunset, if you don't mind?"
"Sure," you shouted at him, getting the list of recipes out before turning back to the bard. "Just... gimme a second. I'm still getting the hang of things around here."
Diluc replied, "oh, don't worry. That's fine with me." He then hesitated before asking, "but really... how is Venti going to pay for all that?"
You shyly chuckled, embarrassed as you admitted, "he said he'd give you back the bottles of wine he stole from Dawn Winery yesterday and play a song for me if he stole yesterday if I treated him to a couple glasses of wine on the house."
Diluc scowled as he turned to the bard, glaring at him. "He did what?"
"It was only *hic* thirteen bottles..." Venti exclaimed, raising his glass up and waving it around as he defended himself. Then he paused for a second, and confusion flashed over his eyes. "Or maybe it was fourteen..."
"Oh great arch-" you groaned before stopping yourself. "Actually I take that back, I wouldn't classify this round-faced drunkard as 'great'."
