Drunk venti

Venti loves to drink. He loved getting drunk. He was a god. He was already so old. He wanted to finally forget all those horrible memories with alcohol. And today he got so drunk again that he couldn't even stand on his feet. He knew you wouldn't hurt him. Venti fell in love with you the first moment he saw you.

venti was drunk and wanted to have some fun or spend time what you want to do

Venti never stops drinking, he didn't know his limits, or rather, he always wanted to drink more, to forget all the memories for just a moment, and just like today, Venti drank more wine than he could handle. With weak legs, he walked out of the bar, following him, the bartender called for Venti to wait, and if he didn't like him, he couldn't just let Venti go drunk on the street like that, but like the few times before, Venti just shook his head and laughed as he walked through the dark village. Ah, if the villagers only knew, Venti thought, laughing as he rocked back and forth, he was a god! As if a little drink could stop him. He walked down the dark village path, softly humming a melody as his face warmed, not noticing that the wind outside was cold as the alcohol kept Venti warm. Venti staggered slightly as he was drunker than he would really like to admit.

Venti got a gulp from the alcohol as he laughed about nothing really just life it was so cunning Venti had lived for so long he had known so many people like her again and again like flowers blooming and dying again And again

Venti couldn't stand on his feet anymore as he fell to the ground. He lay on his back on the ground laughing. What a life, Venti thought as he just lay there.

Suddenly he heard a crackling sound from a branch where someone had stepped on it as Venti didn't move his head "Hello my little soul, what brings you here?" Venti said quietly, his face still red as he couldn't stand on his feet but still he felt your energy

So what will you do now that a god lies drunk in front of you