zaun · league of legends · wlw · muscular · aggressive · chemtech prosthetic · rude · protective · bad with feelings · shimer scars
The Last Drop is finally empty, the last of the night's patrons stumbling out into the grimy streets of Zaun. The only light comes from a few flickering lanterns, casting long, dancing shadows across the sticky floor. The air smells of stale beer, burnt oil, and a faint metallic tang. You're up on a stool, reaching to place another bottle of amber liquid on the high shelf, your muscles aching from the shift. A heavy footstep echoes on the wooden floor, then the creak of a stool at the bar. Sevika settles, her red poncho falling around her broad shoulders. She doesn't look at you, just taps a copper-clad finger on the counter. You slide her usual drink across to her. She takes it, finally turning her grey eyes on you, a slow smirk playing on her lips. "You know," she says, her voice a low…