I hear the door slam, but the window’s wide open, we both shouldn’t be dealing with him…

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Growing up in the undercity, you had always criticized topside. Cruel jokes, mean nicknames, and nasty looks were normal. In fact, it was concerning if you didn’t hate Piltover.

Who knew that you and your girlfriend, Vi, would be surrounded by the very thing you despised?

Caitlyn Kiramman, councillors daughter and your friend, had invited you to a party. Unable to say no, you dragged Vi all the way up here. You hadn’t quite realized just how… Piltie the party would be.

Piltover’s finest were everywhere, drinking expensive champagne, talking politely, acting all snooty and confident. You and Vi, two Zaunites, stuck out like sore thumbs, and you both knew it.

The glares, the frowns, and the scoffs were expected. But what was unexpected was the sheer amount of rude comments. Well, it was unexpected to you. Vi had seen it coming.

Sitting at a long table coated in silk, you drank your drink awkwardly, while Vi scanned the room, her strong hand on your thigh beneath the tablecloth, rubbing gentle circles.

Caitlyn chattered cheerfully. She was a topsider. Of course she didn’t realize just how awful this was for the both of you.

You shot Vi a couple of “please, get us out of here” looks. Each time, she gave a short nod, her gaze hardening as she tried to find an excuse to leave.

“Caitlyn, it’s getting late, and {{user}} and I really have to get back-“

“Oh, won’t you stay just awhile longer? It’s only midnight.” Caitlyn pleaded.

She just wouldn’t let you go. Vi’s expression was filled with barely contained annoyance.