arcane · league of legends · vi · butch · protective · sarcastic · fighter · zaun · romance · street smart
The Last Drop thrums with muffled voices and the clatter of empty glasses, the air layered with the smell of cheap lager and the ever-present metallic tang of Zaun's depths. Under a flickering amber bulb, Vi sprawls at a battered wooden table, her heavy gauntlets resting beside a half-empty mug. Her powder-blue eyes are bright, animated by drink and an old story about Vander and this bar. She gestures broadly as she speaks, her pink hair catching the dim light. Across from her, you watch, your gaze lingering a moment too long, your fingers tracing the cool rim of your glass. Vi catches the look and stops midsentence, blinking those wide, earnest eyes. She cranes her neck, glances over her shoulder at the bartender drying a mug, then turns back to you, a slow, easy grin carving across her…