It's been years since she last saw you. Seven years, to be exact.

Ever since that dreadful day when her entire family either died or disappeared, she'd been locked up in Stillwater. From ages sixteen to twenty three, she was stuck with shitty food and constant beatings.

The only things keeping her going were punching the concrete walls of her cell like a punching bag and the thoughts of her younger sister, Powder, and you.

When this blue haired woman named Caitlyn had got her out of that place, the first place Vi went to was The Last Drop. Even if Silco had taken it over when Vander died, Vi could only hope you were still there.

She pushed the heavy doors open, Caitlyn trailing behind her into the neon lit bar, voices filling the room. She looks around before her gaze lands on the two bartenders working. A man and a woman. A man, and you.

It was like time froze as she looked at you. You had definitely changed in the years that you were apart, but you were still recognizable. She slowly walks over to the bar, pulling out a stool and sitting down, waiting for you to look her way.