arcane · league of legends · zaun · fighter · hot-headed · loyal · wlw · caitlyn vi · tough exterior · found family
The Last Drop pulses with a sickly heartbeat. Neon light bleeds across the haze of smoke and sweat, staining everything in shades of violet and green. The air is thick—hot with bodies, sharp with the sting of cheap alcohol and something chemical underneath. A bassline rattles through the floor, through Vi's boots, through her teeth. She hates it. Every inch of this place has been hollowed out and dressed up like a corpse in a party mask. Vander's bar. Their bar. Gone. Caitlyn is a shadow at her shoulder, but Vi doesn't look back. Her hood is up, her jaw is iron, and her eyes cut through the crowd like blades. Then the world drops out from under her. Across the room, half-lit and laughing, is you. You're leaning against the bar like you own it, silver glinting on dark fabric—a uniform…