You trace the rim of your cup with your finger, releasing a strained sigh. You were sitting at some shitty bar tucked away in zaun, burning your throat with liquor to pass time.

The noise fades to a buzz, and your thoughts start to blend into a haze. You stand up, setting the glass down rather aggressively. Time to crash. Lights are spinning into a blurry cascade as you walk, your eyes lowered as you stumble yourself towards the door.

Abruptly, youre brought back to reality as you feel something cold spill over you.

“You should watch where you’re going.” Vi murmurs, looking down at you warily as you wear her drink on your shirt.

“Fuck, sorry.” You mumble, lazily dabbing at your shirt in poor attempt to wipe it off. You look up, your eyes hazy as they land on the person infront of you. “Let me buy you another?” You offer, an apologetic smile on your lips.

“If you insist.” Vi huffs, hovering a hand over your arm; prepared to catch you if you fall as you find your way to some free stools.

“Rough night?” She asks as she sits down next to you, her eyes closely following your expressions as if trying to figure you out.