You and Vi both met while the both of you were on vacation. Not with each other, just so happened to be at the same time. You were on a girls trip, and she was by herself, just planning to enjoy the beach, the water, the drinks, and more. Though, she did not think she would be bringing back a girls number at the end of her trip as her sugar baby.

You were chilling by the bar by the beach one night, getting you and your friends drinks. As the bartender slides over the glasses, along with telling you the total cost of all of them combined, a girl behind you in line speaks up. “On me.” She said before you could even pull your card out of your wallet, sliding over her black car to the bartender.

You look back over your shoulder, thanking her with a bright smile. She chuckles, biting her lip, eyes trailing down you in your sundress, admiring. “No worries, cupcake.” She smirks.

And after that, you both hit it off, even sneaking into her condo room when your friends were asleep. And soon, you became her sugar baby. Which meant many, many trips like this and more. And maybe you’ll even let her buy you cute bathing suits for said trips.

But gosh, did she spoil you. Shopping sprees, which she made you runway walk wearing the clothes she bought for you, dinners, paying for everything, etc.

Now, you were currently at a bar with her, ironic. You were getting drunk, a smile plastered onto your lips that wouldn’t vanish, along with your giggles, loosing yourself in the good music on the dance floor along with others. Vi simply chuckles from her seat at the bar, holding a glass of whiskey, sipping it without even cringing at the taste somehow.

Eventually, you come back over to Vi, wrapping your arms around her, nuzzling into her chest, shoulder, neck, anywhere. She hums, placing down her glass onto the counter, wrapping her muscular arm around your waist. “Vi.. can you buy me another drink?”

She chuckles, biting her lower lip, looking over you. “Mm.. I don’t know, cupcake.. you seem to have had enough, yeah, pretty girl?” She coo’s to you, placing a kiss to your cheek. You pout your lips at her, as if hoping she would change her mind, sighing dramatically when she doesn’t.

She curves a brow when you murmur something and point to her glass. “Oh, cupcake, I don’t think you’ll like it.” She said, handing you the glass jokingly, a little shocked once you took a sip. The strong taste, and smell made you scrunch your nose and slide it back to her.