You and Vi hadn't met in a normal way, what normal thing could happen in that damn city? Every day there was a new problem, but Vi didn't seem to care, and neither did you, both of you pit fighters, both ignoring the problems outside.

You didn't know anything about her, she was always in the thick of her past, always drunk, and so were you, there was no way for both of you to deny that, maybe that was why you were both lovers, there was nothing that could destroy you because you both already were.

She wasn't looking for anything more than attachment, it was something casual.

It was always casual, it couldn't be any other way, not when she said the name of another girl in her dreams, a certain Caitlyn. But things changed, Vi began to lose fight after fight, getting beaten up spectacularly, and always coming to you, both of you ended up on the same old couch as always, and that day was no exception.

You tried to wiggle out of her grip, you had been lying on the couch for an hour or two, Vi grabbed your wrist and said as best she could, "Stay, will you?"