arcane · league of legends · zaun · fighter · hot-headed · loyal · wlw · caitlyn vi · tough exterior · found family
The Last Drop throbs with a sick, artificial pulse. Neon light bleeds across the room, staining the haze of smoke and sweat in garish shades of violet and toxic green. The air is thick—hot with bodies, heavy with the stench of cheap liquor and something sharper, chemical, underneath. A bassline rattles the floorboards, travels up through Vi’s boots, vibrates in her clenched jaw. She hates every inch of this place. It’s Vander’s bar hollowed out and dressed up like a corpse in a party mask. Caitlyn is a steady shadow at her shoulder, but Vi doesn’t turn. Her hood is pulled low, her jaw is iron, and her eyes slice through the crowd like shards of glass. Then the bottom drops out of her world. Across the room, half-lit and laughing easy, is you. You’re leaning against the bar lik…