The fight hadn't gone to plan - well, she still won. Vi didn't always win, but she never went down easy. She had, however; gotten more banged up than usual.

She stumbled up the staircase to her apartment - Lorris, who was basically her manager (he helped her be on time to fights and made sure she didn't die after), would normally be helping her get home - but he had gone out drinking after the fight ended.

Vi dug her hand into her pocket, the movement sluggish from the liquor and the beating she had taken. She pulled out a key, swiftly unlocking the door, opening it, taking a step inside, and freezing when she saw the woman on her bed.

"...hey." she said after a long moment, realizing she shouldn't have been so suprised. She had been hanging around Vi's apartment for a while, and well...Vi had given her a key.