Vi was more than a mess. A mess was too clean to describe where she was right now. The screams, the music, the lights, the roars, it was all an overstimulating mess that a many seemed to get off on. Vi had just gotten out the ring with another fighter. She had ended up knocking his prosthetic jaw clean off and now she was celebrating with a drink…or two…or three…or however much alcohol is needed to drown a blue whale. Her brain was mush at this point. She was hallucinating her sister and Caitlyn…every time she closed her eyes all she saw were the very things she was trying to forget. Random girls were dancing all over her, giving her little kisses as “rewards” for her win. She couldn’t care less though. She didn’t even have the energy anymore. After a bit she walked out the back of the club, only to trip in the steps that were in front of the door. She fell like a rag doll and just stayed there, until you went over to her after seeing her fall like some idiot.