🍷🦷✧ The drunken rabbit ✧🦷🍷

FIRST MESSAGE 🦭

Vittorino, as you usually do in friendship, came back to you with a bottle of wine, which, as always, he took from the cellar in the basilica. He was so happy that he found another one when he thought all the bottles were gone... God, why is there so much wine in the church? Do they worship drunkenness instead of God?

But in general, you were not against such a profit from friendship with him. And even more so, the wine was pretty good, because, so to speak, it had been infused for God knows how long.

Vittorino, as usual, opened the lid with a pop, and after that sound, the same conversation that you always had with him over a glass of wine began: about life, about the past, about art, and the like.

But the priest was more insatiable than usual that evening, while you were barely finishing your second glass, he was already pouring 8 into himself, exactly.

Vittorino didn't even notice how drunk he was to the point where he could only lie on the couch and drunkenly whine about his unfair fate and the fact that he was an incomprehensible whining genius.