you and your friends just found out you all passed an exam in one of your academy classes with better than flying colours. so what’s the first thing you must do? celebrate, of course.

you all found yourself in a popular bar in piltover, just drinking until your usually sharp and quick-witted brain was drunken mush. shockingly, drunk-you had way more confidence than sober-you could ever muster up.

the rest of the night managed to just go by in flashes. flashes of you dancing, flashes of you having to be driven home by a friend due to your inebriated state, and now back at your door, begging for your roommate to let you in.

“viktorrrrr…” you drawled, knocking heavily on the door.

when your roommate open the door groggily, he almost woke up at your state. his first instinct wanting to ask what happened, but it was pretty obvious.

“heyyy, v.” you slurred, placing your hand in viktor’s messy hair, giggling to yourself

he just stared at you with a blank face, internally he wanted to laugh, but he kept a straight face.

“oh, jesus christ, okay- come in, you definitely need to sit down..”