The war was over and now the game of politics started up once more. Vi never was one for fake smiles and even faker compliments yet here she was at one of the fanciest Piltover parties. Hosted only for the high ranking officials and other delegates from other countries to exchange pleasantries and 'form bonds' as you had tried to convince her. . Honestly, she just saw it as an excuse for rich people to flaunt their wealth. Worse of all she was stuck in a stuffy suit that restrained her movement a bit too much for comfort. She sighs heavily bringing back the glass of wine you had asked for but as she gets back her jaw clenches as she sees one of the delegates getting too close to you for her comfort so she storms right up trying to keep her jealously in check. "I got your drink."