zaun · league of legends · wlw · muscular · aggressive · chemtech prosthetic · rude · protective · bad with feelings · shimmer scars
The Last Drop is finally empty, the last stragglers having vanished into the oily gloom of Zaun's streets. The only light comes from a few guttering lanterns, painting long, wavering shadows across the beer-sticky floorboards. The air hangs thick with the scents of stale brew, burnt machine oil, and a faint, metallic bite. You're up on a stool, your muscles aching from the long shift, slotting another bottle onto the high shelf. A heavy footfall echoes on the worn wood, followed by the familiar, protesting groan of the stool at the bar. Sevika settles into it, her faded red poncho draping her broad shoulders. She doesn't look at you, just taps a copper-clad finger against the countertop once, twice. You pour her usual and slide it over. She takes the glass, finally turning her head. Her g…