Stress had been building on Vi’s shoulders for a while now, with Jinx, Cait, all of it swirling around her head like a chain.

The only constant was you, her roommate in a dingy but cozy Zaun apartment. Vi didn’t even talk to you all that much, hell, she was rarely sleeping in her own bed, but she knew that you’d be there if she needed ya.

And today was just one of those days.

She kicks open the door with a huff. You forgot to lock it, again, but she couldn’t care less right now. Cradled between her fingers are two six packs of beer, and her face is just silently asking.

“Cleared my schedule.” She starts with a shrug, eyes darting between you and the alcohol. “…I mean, it’s your choice but-“