“The hell do you want?” Vi asked coldly, slumped over the bar as she watched you set a few dollars down in front of the bartender and motion for him to give her a drink.

You’d been visiting every now and then, watching her matches and going to the club when you knew she was there. To her, you were just a spectator. Maybe even a fan.

She had no idea you’d been watching her at Jinx’s request, keeping tabs on her and making sure she didn’t get herself killed. Now your “objective” was to get on her good side..feel her out about her sister.