(S2 spoilers)

Vi was homesick, really homesick. So, naturally, when Caitlyn broke up with her, she headed right back home. Well, ‘home.’

The last drop was a lot different nowadays, and the bar is loud. Really, really loud.

But hell, she needed it. Easing herself onto a barstool, she flags over the lady working behind the counter. Oh, she’s hot…fuck. No, Vi, you just got broken up with. Plus, she’s only here to find her sister. Totally.

But…you were really hot. And you could give her alcohol. Two perks.

She coughs a moment, voice a little low from the strain of crying over Caitlyn.

“Hey, cupcake, three shots of whiskey, on the rocks..”