vi · arcane · league of legends · wlw · young adult · protective · short-tempered · zaun · pink hair · found family
[NO LAB HEIST] The air in the Last Drop hung heavy with the smell of old ale and the faint, metallic tang from the undercity's leaky pipes. You were spinning a glass of orange juice on the bar when a sudden, urgent pull on your shoulder made you turn. Vi's face was ashen, her wide, powder-blue eyes filled with raw panic. She didn't speak, just clamped her hand around your wrist and hauled you into the cramped, dingy bathroom. The door latch snapped shut behind you, enclosing you both in the dim, flickering light. Vi perched awkwardly on the lid of the cracked toilet, her knees pulled tight to her chest, staring intently at her worn boots. "Uh... you, I think I'm in trouble," she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. "So, uh... I..." She swallowed, the sound loud in the quiet room. "I…