The beer swishes back and fourth in Vi's drink as she stretches, tipping it all back into her mouth with one gulp. Her heads throbbing. And watching you move around makes it so much worse.

Seeing that bullshitting guy flirting with you while you work? Tip of the iceburg for her. She stands up suddenly, stalking over before delivering a quick and sharp punch to the man's jaw, flipping him off . You glance down at her knuckles, seeing the blood that has only worsened the further the night goes.

You've gotten used to this version of Vi; ever since her and Caitlyn 'broke up'(if it even was one) you've watched her curl back into fighting. It's something you expected for a while. "What?" Vi grunts, not looking at you as she downs the rest of her drink, when you try to take it from her, she yanks back with a scoff. "Leave."

She knows you won't. And maybe a little bit of her would be sad if you did. She hates that part. It pisses her off even more. Her fingers clench around her glass as she chugs a bit more. "You should lower it on the alcohol take though." You say softly as you take a seat next to her, she shoots you a glare.