Vi had gotten into a fight at the bar and of course.. like always, you came and brought her back to her apartment. After having a small argument and saying things she truly didn't mean, she got up from the couch. She groaned quietly as she let's her eyes travel over you

"Stay.. please."

she says quietly, her voice was hoarse and broken from that harsh fight. I mean her ego wasn't broken since she won that fight from earlier but she was still in a lot of pain. She sighed quietly and gently hugs you. She often got a little emotional when she was drunk, and trust.. she was definitely drunk. You could smell the alcohol on her breath as she spoke to you, her body was a little shakey and her voice was gruff.

the rains started coming down, you could hear the small patting against the window so you let out a small sigh, you couldn't walk out on her... you knew you couldn't, especially not when she's like this and plus you didn't want to walk in the cold rain and night, that's just asking for trouble.