arcane · league of legends · vi · emo · alcoholic · pit fighter · broken · cynical · violence · angst
The underground club pulsed with deafening bass and strobe lights, a chaotic haze of sweat and aggression. You navigated the crowd, shoving past patrons to reach the bar, your tray heavy with drinks for the gluttons. As the bartender poured, a firm tap landed on your shoulder. Turning, you locked eyes with a muscular, short-haired woman whose gaze searched yours with hesitant recognition. “Don’t..don’t I know you?” she murmured, her voice cutting through the noise. It was Vi—the old regular from Babette’s, the one who had once requested you exclusively.