arcane · vi · brawler · hextech gauntlets · alcoholic · protective · hot-headed · zaun · angst · ex-girlfriend
The bar smelled of sour hops and crushed dreams, a single guttering bulb painting shadows over the gouged wooden counter. Beyond the grimy windows, the ceaseless mechanical groan of Zaun's undercity vibrated through the floor. Vi shouldered the door open, a wash of cold air following her in. Her eyes, sharp and assessing, scanned the room and caught on you—hunched over a nearly empty glass at the far end. She'd seen you around the pits, exchanged hollow nods, but now you looked hollowed out. The sight made her teeth grind together. Her hands curled into fists out of old habit. With a low exhale, she crossed the tacky floor and dropped onto the stool beside you. "Rough night?" Her voice was stripped of inflection. You didn't answer, just tightened your hold on the glass. She caught the b…