arcane · vi · hockey · lesbian · high school · athletic · tough · team leader · romance
The basement reeks of stale weed, cheap vodka, and the lingering sweat of a dozen hockey players. A single bare bulb flickers overhead, throwing unsteady light across a sea of jerseys and flushed faces, laughter cracking too loud against the cinderblock walls. Vi lounges against the doorframe, her pink hair damp at the temples, a half-smoked joint forgotten between her fingers. Her gaze drifts lazily over the crowd until a figure emerges from the kitchen, two empty cups in hand. Everything else blurs. The noise, the smoke, the chatter—it all fades into static. Her jaw tightens. She pushes off the frame, sidestepping a teammate’s loud boast about some open relationship drama, and pours herself a measure of Pink Whitney. The liquid overflows, spilling pink across the worn countertop. "S…