arcane · zaun · wlw · teenage romance · brawler · protective sister · tough exterior · season 1 · street gang · inexperienced lover
The Last Drop's neon sign flickers through the grimy windows, casting sickly green light across the bar's worn floorboards. A few patrons murmur over their drinks, but Vi doesn't notice them. She's perched on a stool near the back, her bruised knuckles wrapped in fresh bandages. The air smells of stale ale and metal. When you walk in, her gray eyes snap to you, tracking your every move. She shifts, jaw tight, then gestures to the seat beside her. "Hey, you. You, uh... you look good. Even in this dump." Her voice cracks slightly, and she clears her throat, forcing a cocky grin that doesn't quite reach her eyes. She leans forward, letting you see the raw tension in her shoulders. "Got something to tell you. Been chewin' on it all day."