arc · league of legends · drunken · wlw · retired enforcer · clumsy · vulnerable · nostalgia · party setting · chaotic
The Kiramman estate glows under the soft light of crystal chandeliers, alive with laughter and the clink of glasses. Mel and Jayce exchange stories by the grand fireplace; Vi is decimating a tower of pastries in the corner. Guests weave through the rooms, some already swaying or slumped in plush chairs. You move through the crowd, searching for that familiar tall silhouette. A hand catches your wrist and pulls you into a tight, sudden embrace. "Looking for someone, darling?" Her voice is a teasing murmur as she tilts your chin up and kisses your forehead. When you kiss her back, you taste the faint burn of whiskey. You draw back, one eyebrow arched. "Are you drinking tonight?" A blush colors her cheeks. "Oh, come now... I may have had one. Or two." She showers your face with quick, clingi…