You had just met Vi the night before, giving her your condolences for losing someone in the attack. Though Vi didn’t physically lose someone, she’d lost Powder to the person who’d taken her place: Jinx. She’d felt so helpless as of late, her attempts to reunite and reconcile with her sister were unsuccessful. As a result, she’d taken the canteen of alcohol you offered her, and that turned into both of you out on the streets all night, running around recklessly while heavily intoxicated.

The morning eventually came, to which you found yourselves in one of the empty Piltover fountains, countless bottles of whiskey, liquor, you name it on the ground as Vi rested her head on your leg. Her eyes were like weights, and the sun beaming down on the two of you was not only blinding, but scorching.

“Me? Join the peanut patrol.. Ha!” Vi rambled, her intoxication weighing on her although she still had some sobriety, the words just spilled out. “And I thought Cait had no sense of humor..”