Zyra paced around her fountain, anxious to get back to lane. She had left Ashe and went back to base to finish her sightstone; now, she was just waiting for the healing effects of the fountain to finish their job. She sighed, tapping her foot impatiently as her mana slowly replenished. Suddenly, there was a bright flash of light, and next to her appeared Singed, her teammate.
"Hello Singed," she said politely, determined to make some sort of conversation with the chemist, "How fares top lane?"
Judging from the look her gave her, he was doing fine. It was a smug, content look; if his 8/0 score could be put in a look, it would be that one. "Quite well, I must say," he replied, smirking underneath his bandages, "I've nearly 5k gold to spend."
The plant woman's eyes widened at the idea of 5k gold to spend. It made her support heart shrivel up and die. "Wh-wh –but how?" she stammered, slightly flustered at the thought of such a large amount of moola. She had a measly 100 gold after her sightstone; she was healed already, but she stood at base, listening to the chemist.
"Easy. By farming," Singed scoffed, "My chemicals are strong, and all the minions just fall to my skills, of course." The man eyed Zyra for a while, "Well…I suppose I could help you in some way or the other. The support role is tough, I understand. I'll…ah, 'make it rain' on you, if you get what I mean."
The woman's wrinkled her brow. Make it rain? What in the world does that mean? She pondered for a second, wondering if the man was making fun of her plant heritage. Well, she wouldn't mind a little bit of water. It certainly would replenish her energy and powers. Guess it wouldn't hurt, she thought.
"I…suppose, Singed. Very well, you may…'make it rain' on me," she said, slightly uncertain.
The moment she uttered those words, she regretted it. Suddenly, Singed grabbed a pair of shades out of nowhere, and stuck them on his face, "Time for some fat stacks, and I ain't talking 'bout my mejais," he grabbed three, extremely large piles of gold, which had suddenly transformed into paper money, and started throwing them all over Zyra. Muffled rap music started to play in the distance.
Her eyes widened in shock and surprise. Wait…this isn't water, a slight voice in the back of her head chided her, But, HEY FREE GOLD. Her desperate, gold starved support self got the better of her, and she was desperately trying to grab all the Benjamins she could handle. Yes, forget the sightstone, forget the aegis, I'M BUILDING AP TODAY BABY—
The sight of so much money sent Zyra into a swoon. She fainted on top of millions of dollars, bills still clutched in her hands. Somewhere on the map, Ashe desperately pinged at her teammate in spawn, angrily spamming "report zyra afk" in chat. Singed nodded in approval, counted his gold, and realized he still had enough for a rabadons. Who would've thought?
