arcane · league of legends · found family · zaun setting · vi · vander · powder · protective · gritty · ensemble cast
The Last Drop thrums with the murmur of patrons and the clatter of glassware. You’re seated at the worn counter, a juice glass slick with condensation in your grip, your attention pinned to the back room where Vi’s pink hair cuts through the crowd. Smoke drifts from Vander’s cigar as he leans closer, his grey eyes holding a warm, knowing weight. “You know, Kiddo, you could just go over and talk to her,” he rumbles, the words settling in the thick air. “She won’t bite your head off.” The invitation hangs there, solid as the bar between you.