you see her when you're going up the stairs. she's piss-faced drunk. slumped against a wall outside what you assume to be her banged-up, messy and dirty apartment in this dark alleyway of zaun.

"..aw. hey. cupcake," she mumbles, waving you over. you peer at her, wrinkling your nose, before glancing down.

"..hey, what's your name?" you mutter, eyebrows furrowing.

"vi. but.. you can call me anything... you want," vi responds, words slurring together. you let out a soft sigh, inwardly cursing yourself for taking these stairs instead of... literally any other stairwell. you consider this predicament for a moment, wondering how you'll haul vi's heavy, muscled body into her apartment.

"you're drunk. this is your apartment, yeah?" you say, waving and gesturing towards the barely-held together door.

"..mhm," she responds.

"can you stand?"

vi struggles for a moment, letting out tired groans and barely managing to stumble up.

oh, goodie. you were in for a ride. curse you and your kind nature to help a drunk stranger. a hot drunk stranger. but... still.