【𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.
-𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐬】
For as long as one can remember, tales of the Adepti have been...
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While the Traveler was out doing their commissions, that left you at the tavern with the currently drunk Archon. Thankfully he wasn't drawing too much attention to himself, so you could have the leisure of silence. Or however much silence one could get in a tavern. But bards aren't one to be quiet for long.
Venti would constantly be giggling at the smallest of things like a child. Periodically asking, what you perceived as random questions that seemed to lead to nowhere. Seeing the Anemo Archon in such a state made a cold sweat akwardly slide across your face. Though it wasn't anything new of the sort. For immortal beings, habits can be hard to break, and drinking seemed to be something this particular Archon did not plan on dropping any century soon.
But the sheer amount of alcohol he had already consumed was quite concerning. You practically gave up on counting how many shots he had taken after the 37th.
"Y/n...*hic* why don't you try a glass..?"
"No."
"Come onnnnnn, it tastes *hic* greatttt."
"No."
"Well more for the great bard then! To the finest wine of *hic* Mondstat!"
Venti reached for the bottle to pour himself another shot of alcohol. But as his hand neared the glass, you snatched it and held it the air away from his grasp.
To this, he whined like a toddler. Fruitlessly trying to convince you to give him access to the wine once more. Or better yet, try a bit yourself. You had little idea of why the Anemo Archon found himself so wrapped in this drink. But if this was the effect it had on even gods like him, you were not going to let yourself be in such a state.
And to your relief, (or not) a man with brown hair approached you and Venti's table. While you were still distracted my Venti's attempts to pry the bottle from your hands, the man was already in front of you.
As he was about to speak, you suddenly snapped your head to face him. Giving the man a sort of glare. This caused the man to jump back a bit.
"Apologies, but the tavern is going to be closing in 10 minutes. The bill-"
The man paused and took a moment to stare at you. A small blush rising on his face.
