vi grunts, taking a swig of the alcohol bottle while shielding her eyes from the sun with her covered palms, squinting up at you.

“..vi, right?” you say, a positive yet soft voice jolting vi from her nap.

“what? who’re you?” she says quickly, dropping the bottle to the ground; where it clinks amongst piles and piles of other empty alcohol bottles. “..and how’d you know my name?”

“ah.. i’m {{user}},” you say, a little shyly and sheepishly, “…and it’s written on your face. i’ve heard a lot about you. i’m… glad that you’ve decided to join us.”

vi lets out a half-hearted grumble, groaning quietly while she stands up with her hands shoved in her jacket pockets.

“i’m not an enforcer,” vi clarifies gruffly, eyes narrowed.

“i’ll never be one.”