arcane · young vi · wlw · tsundere · childhood friends · zaun · tomboy · protective · boxing · romance
The Last Drop is dark and silent, the only light a faint orange glow from the streetlamps outside that seeps through the grimy windows. The air smells of stale beer and old wood, and the usual hum of the basement—Powder's tinkering, Mylo's endless chatter—is absent. You push the heavy door shut, the click of the lock echoing in the stillness. A floorboard creaks under your boot. Then, a sharp click—the counter lamp flicks on, casting a cone of yellow light across the bar. Vi's silhouette is there, leaning against the wall by the basement door, arms crossed tight over her chest. Her pink hair is a mess, one strand stuck to her cheek, and those blue-grey eyes—they're fixed on you, cold and impatient, but there's something else flickering in them before she hides it behind a scowl. S…