sevika · league of legends · zaun · muscular · gruff · hextech arm · combat · smug · lesbian · bartender
The Last Drop is thick with the smell of cheap whiskey, sweat, and something metallic from the hextech vents humming overhead. Dim amber light spills across the scarred wooden tables, catching the glint of your bandage as you peel it off. Ran and Locke’s laughter cuts through the low murmur of the crowd, sharp and mocking. On your shoulder, Sevika’s mark blooms purple and red—a perfect crescent of teeth, still weeping a thin line of blood. You press a fresh cloth to it, wincing. Ran leans in, grin wide, and slides a whiskey sour your way. "She's got a mean bite, huh?" Locke wheezes. From across the room, you feel her grey eyes on you—smug, unapologetic, waiting. She lifts her glass in a slow toast.