Everyone lies. Me? I tell the truth.

See what I did there?

Go figure.


"He's late again, isn't he?"

"Astute observation as always, Yasuo."

"What the - Was that sarcasm right there? I didn't know you are capable of that, Eye of Twilight."

"Akali had kindly counselled me that my suppression of emotions due to my training as the Eye of Twilight was unnecessary and it need not interfere with the social interactions with my acquaintanc- My apologies - friends." Shen methodically explained in his usual monotone voice, arms still folded.

"Seems to me you are still socially constipated after all." Yasuo shook his head in resignation.

"Come on. Knock it off guys. We are here to have fun! We haven't had a guys' night out in forever!" Belen took a sip from his glass and reclined back on his spot on the sofa.

"Didn't you ditch us for Sarah Fortune during the pool party last Sunday?"

"S-Shut up Ekko! What are you even doing here anyway? You're not even eighteen, I could have you prosecuted for this!" Belen threatened.

Ekko laughed as he sipped on his glass of apple cider.

"Really? You are going on me about my age? When you can manipulate time like I do, temporal factors such as age and being late isn't really much of a concern to you anymore. The Boy Who Shattered Time, Belen. It's in the name, silly."

Belen raised up a finger in desperate objection only to lose the argument miserably.

"But but but…"

"Hahaha! Save your breath, Summoner. You cannot hope to outmatch the sharp wit and the – what do the lads call it these days? – , ah yes, the street smarts of young Ekko here." Garen laughed boisterously.

"Touché. G-man here is absolutely right. Ekko -1 , Belen - 0."

Ekko grinned widely as he gave Garen a high-five.

"Geez. Whose side are you on anyway?" Belen scowled comically as he hugged his knees close to his body in mock depression.

"Where the hell is Draven anyway?!"


The lounge in the Institute of War was particularly hectic and lively today. It was probably due to the ending of autumn and the beginning of the winter season. The festivities were somehow bringing everyone together, all of them putting aside all of their differences for once and coming together to celebrate the ending of the year with merriment and revelry. Everyone was so hyped up for the upcoming Snowdown Festival and all was in jolly moods, singing holiday songs and being all enthusiastic and excited for the preparations leading up to it.

It was then Draven had decided to organise a guys' night out with his closest friends, inviting the boys out to drink and party on this particular night to just let go of everything for once and have some fun. Merrymaking and getting absolutely wasted seemed to be a good idea to kick off the beginning of the festivities as Snowdown was just around the corner, everyone was already starting to hang up beautiful ornaments on pine trees and going on massive shopping sprees for gifts.

He had told all of them to show up here tonight for something really big that was about to go down, getting everyone really curious and getting their hopes up. How anti-climatic it was when he didn't even turn up for his own party, everyone groaned at the same time just thinking about it.

The purple lights of the lounge was dazzling yet hazy, the usual cliques were in different booths and some were even in private sections such as Belen and company. The dubious fixtures hanging from above illuminated the bar with an equally shady gleam, giving off an oddly relaxing blend of sleazy yet chic vibes that were somehow complementing each other in a laidback fashion.

Belen knocked back yet another glass of Noxian whiskey, scrunching up his nose as the pungent liquid slowly filled up his belly, the warm and comforting sensation of the alcohol didn't help with his drowsiness at all.

After waiting for almost an hour for that stupid egoistical idiot of an executioner, they all agreed to go on ahead without him and started drinking to their hearts' content and despite that, even after another hour later, he still wasn't here!

Shit. He was already starting to feel drunk. Where the hell was Draven at?

The other guys' voices slowly blurred out of his world as he leaned his head back onto the sofa for comfort.

He strained to turn his throbbing head and looked around the room in disoriented pointless attempts to look for Draven.

The sensible and logical voice in his head was right. It was pointless, he will be here when he gets here.

Still, the irrational and half-baked voice in his head was his current counsel.

The Noxians were gathered around in the booth at the opposite end of the room. Jericho Swain, Talon, Katarina – whom he really couldn't care less at this state of inebriation – , Darius and LeBlanc.

Right. LeBlanc.

That traitorous slut.

Oh wait. She was his best friend deep in undercover, remember?

Yep. Not traitorous slut.

Still no sign of Draven even at his home team table.

His glazed eyes trailed further to the left.

The Pilties.

Vi and Caitlyn were bantering about the cases back at Piltover and Vi's blatant disregard for discipline and conduct in handling the criminals as usual.

Wait.

Where the hell is Ezreal and Jayce?

Oh right.

They are at his table.

He inwardly facepalmed and rolled his eyes before continuing on to the next.

The Yordles huh?

Teemo and Tristana are giggling at Rumble's drunken rants towards the human race for thinking their oh-so superior and how they looked down upon the Yordles.

Wait, was that racist? Fuck that guy.

Corki and Heimerdinger were in a deep discussion concerning the mechanical capabilities of the aircrafts of the Bandle City Expeditionary Forces which simply put, the upgrading of the offensive arsenal and hostile detection systems and radar equipment on the Reconnaissance Operations Front-Line Copter. Even more simply put; shit that you probably didn't need to know and but you still did read it anyway.

And as usual Ziggs was babbling away loudly about his new ingenious nefarious inventions and his unrivalled brilliance which no one was really paying attention to except for Kennen and Poppy out of basic respect.

Veigar and Lulu are probably off gallivanting somewhere in the darkness.

Meh.

He vaguely remembered that the Demacians were away and off to the Capital to attend an audience with King Jarvan III regarding their own internal affairs.

Jarvan being the Crown Prince of Demacia, and Xinzhao the right-hand man of the King, have expressed sincere apologies for not being able to attend and yet Jarvan once again, had vehemently disobeyed his father and came along for the gathering.

Yay. Let's just abandon all of our royally weighty responsibilities and possibly consequential national affairs and go get shit-faced drunk.

Vayne, Fiora, Sona and Lux were representing their respective Houses with Lux taking her brother's place so that he could join them here today.

Ah… Lux. What a babe.

That sunshine of a happy-go-lucky cutie that brings a smile onto your face and brighten up your day.

And also responsible for that retarded grin on Belen's face that had made Garen bristle like a porcupine for no reason at all.

A crowd was gathered near the Freljordians, attracting both Summoners and Champions alike.

He leant forward and squinted his eyes.

Sejuani and Olaf were having an arm-wrestling competition with Volibear and Tryndamere bellowing and roaring, egging and taunting each side to beat the other with everything they got.

"Come on Olaf, that the best you got?! Bwahahaha! MIGHT OF THE LOKFAR APPROACHES?! Load of bullshit if you ask me!" Tryndamere's voice rumbled with spite in his laughter.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP TRYNDAMERE! I'M TRYING! THIS LASSIE IS GOING DOWN!" Olaf yelled back in retaliation. His huge bicep flexed and the veins popped as he growled with frustration, beads of perspiration forming on his brow.

Sejuani had an equally tough time against the monstrous strength of Olaf, her face fraught with concentration as she gritted her teeth in determination.

"HYARRRRRRRRRRRGH!"

A decisive victory was concluded as she mustered all of her vigour into a single push, full force and everything she got behind it.

Olaf cried as he felt all of his energy leave his arm and went right smack onto the table, overpowered by the sheer brawn that Sejuani possessed, so much so that spiderweb cracks have formed from the thunderous impact that rang throughout the lounge.

The spectators immediately broke into an uproar and cheering shouts as Sejuani smirked and raised her fist into the air in glorious triumph.

"Heh Olaf. Good try, you almost had me. Better luck next time."

The huge crowd was soon dispersed as they sat back down and began to drink.

"Olaf. You are such a bitch." Tryndamere muttered.

"I LIKE TO SEE IF YOU COULD DO BETTER, YOU BARBARIC FOOL!"

Volibear cleared his throat and coughed. "Tryndamere?"

"Yeah yeah I know…" He grunted in annoyance and tossed a leather drawstring pouch into Volibear's paws.

"I believe that I had told you so." Volibear cleaned his teeth with an icepick as he gave a toothy smile exposing his canines.


Belen gave a light-headed smile at the commotion, it was only these few rare occasions that the segregated tribes of Freljord could sit down without breaking into any fights and putting their differences aside to have a good time.

Ashe sat beside them as she silently watched the others, holding her glass with both of her petite hands as she drank her ale in tiny sips, her crimson lips a bold contrast against her ivory hair that gleamed majestically under the sketchy lights of the lounge.

He felt his heart skipped a beat when she looked around uncomfortably around at her disagreeable surroundings and the unexpected look of surprise that she had when she saw him at the other end of the lounge. Meeting his delirious gaze from across the room, she gave him a demure and sweet smile to which he giddily returned before she was roughly grabbed by her husband by the wrist and was forced to actively partake in their drinking games.

Never breaking the distant yet intimate eye contact, Ashe smiled painfully as she turned back to the occupants of her table, not before looking over her shoulder and taking one last reluctant gaze at Belen, biting her lower lip and then turning away sharply.

'He does not deserve her.'

Belen scowled as he looked around his own table, only to find the rest of the guys snoring away except Yasuo who was chugging away on a pot of Ionian rice wine in silence, not even bothering to use the saucer that he was provided with.

It makes the most sense for him not to be knocked out. After all, he was a seasoned drunkard and could hold his liquor well. Well, in his case, fermented rice wine.

Hell, he even brings his own bamboo flask full of it into the Fields of Justice.

He wiped his chin with the back of his palms with half-lidded eyes and furrowed brows, messily cleaning away the wine that had leaked out from his mouth.

"Bad idea." He slurred lazily.

"What?"

He slammed the empty pot of wine back down onto the cluttered table and jabbed a finger at Ashe accusingly, which thankfully she did not notice.

"That. Is a bad idea."

"I've got no idea what you are talking about." Belen muttered as he finished a cocktail and swallowed the cherry that was floating in it.

Yasuo chuckled heartily and propped his head up with his hand on the table.

"I saw the way that she looked at you."

"You did?"

Yasuo raised a brow in sarcastic skepticism, answering the ludicrously rhetorical question.

Belen decided that he didn't know how to respond.

He reached over to the table, grabbing the forgotten shaker that was left abandoned in the midst of empty bottles, pouring out the contents and refilling his cocktail glass. He brought it back up to his lips and downed it in a single gulp, hoping that the sweet tart taste would distract him from the thick uncomfortable silence that hung suffocatingly between them .

"She is a married woman." Yasuo suddenly began, staring blankly into the brown painted ceramic pot.

"She did it for her people." Belen retorted.

"And so she did."

Yasuo paused before continuing.

"And you have a girlfriend."

"Yeah…"

"It's a bad idea, it just is. Trust me."

"Yeah, I know… It's just that, he doesn't deserve someone like her. Not in a million years." His eyes darkened in silent rage.

"Maybe he does, maybe he doesn't. I don't think it's up to you to decide nor do anything about it."

"But-"

"You are thinking of cheating, Belen." Yasuo reinforced.

Belen stopped with his mouth hung open, words leashed at the tip of his tongue.

He didn't even think about it about at all, he had Sarah now.

How could he even let it slip his mind?

"Oh god… Yasuo… What have I done?"

He slumped down onto the table and clutched two fistfuls of his hazel brown hair.

"It's okay, Belen… It's just the booze talking. You did not mean it. I know that. You would never cheat on Fortune. You are not that kind of person."

Yasuo slid over Ekko's unconscious form on the couch and plonked down beside Belen and draped an arm around his shoulder consolingly, pulling him close and sighing.

"Listen to me, you are not in the right state of mind to be thinking rationally. I've been through this, I can't really control what I think or do when I get drunk. Hell, that's the whole point of getting drunk. I keep thinking of stupid shit all the time when I'm drunk."

He paused.

"Like how I really want to fuck Riven again right now."

"Wait… What? Riven?"

"Oh fuck… did I just say that out loud? *hic*"

"Riven huh…"

Yasuo's lips curled up into a sly grin.

"Yeah Riven… I want her writhe in agony under me as I fuck her senseless. I'll whisper into her ear how much I hate her for killing Master back in Ionia and sending me into a life as a wanderer, and how I am going take her body as repayment as I ravage her."

"Dude… That's messed up…" Belen narrowed his eyes in disgust.

"Like I said, it is just all part of the imagination, none of it is going to happen. Besides, I am over it, Master's death, Yone, everything that has happened in Ionia during the war.

Sometimes, one must learn to let go in order to move on."

" Sooo...What about that hate sex with Riven?"

"We'll get there eventually."

Belen nodded in agreement before drinking from his glass of bourbon whiskey again, before slamming his glass onto the table, cracking it and scaring the liberal shit out of Yasuo.

"What the fuck Belen?"

"What do you mean when you said you really want to fuck Riven again?" He stared intently at Yasuo.

Yasuo coughed.

"It's nothing."

"Oh you son of a-"

He was rudely cut off by someone kicking the double doors of the smoke-filled lounge open and drawing on all of the drunk gazes of the occupants.

"DRAVEN IS IN THE HOUSE!"

Belen smacked his own face.


Draven stood in the doorway with that ever self-important leer on his face, two scantily-clad buxom women were clinging onto each arm. He had to admit though, Draven was looking sharp in his Primetime suit.

Strolling arrogantly to the usual guys' table with his signature shit-eating grin plastered on his face, he impatiently dismissed the girls.

"Sorry ladies but tonight is guys' only. You can always have some Draven tomorrow, now get out of here!" Draven babbled as he flapped his arms at them, shooing them away as they stormed out of the lounge, disgruntled.

Draven then spun around and almost flipped at the pathetic sight that had met his oh-so-ravishing eyes.

"WHAT IN VALORAN IS WRONG WITH YOU GUYS, GET THE HELL UP, YOU BITCHES! THE NIGHT HAS JUST BEGUN!" He shouted as he went around the table, slapping their faces and tugging on their arms.

"Fucking hell! What was that for?" Ezreal cried as he rubbed his angry red cheeks.

"What is it with all this vile noise…?"

"WAKE UP YOU LAZY CUNT OF A BRUTE!" Draven screamed in Garen's face, causing him to fall back onto the sofa in disorientation.

A man with tousled ash brown hair and a chiselled jaw with bright green eyes woke up with a startled scream. "WHERE IS THE ENEMY?!"

"It's just me. Draaaaven." He purposedly lowered his voice into a deep and silky baritone, comedically drawing out the first half of his name before realising something was amiss.

"Wait, who the hell are you?"

Ekko slowly propped himself up and wiped his drool away.

"This guy is… Shit. Who is he again? Oh! Right. He's Pantheon!"

"Nice to make your acquaintance, Glorious Executioner." Pantheon stuck out his hand for a handshake which was lamely slapped away by Draven.

"Geez you are just as socially constipated as Shen is." Draven muttered.

"That was what Yasuo said!" Belen raised his hand with a stupid smile on his face before coming to his senses. "Wait. Where is Shen?"

"Right here." The echoes of Shen's voice was heard as he teleported in a dim purple light appearing next to Draven, scaring the liberal shit out of him.

"STOP DOING THAT!"

"My apologies."

"I didn't even see you leave!" Belen exclaimed in disbelief.

"I am a ninja, aren't I?" Shen smiled lightly.

"Touché." Garen, Draven, Ekko, Belen, Ezreal, Yasuo and Talon said in unison.

"Where in the Marshlands did you come from?!" Belen yelled in utter shock at Talon, all of them suddenly noticing that the assassin was in their midst.

"Well, Katarina got really drunk over some dude she liked and puked all over so we got Leblanc and Darius to drag her back to her room, guess that was the end of our meeting." Talon shrugged.

"Oh." That was all Belen quietly muttered, suddenly feeling guilty.

"Could someone please wake Jarvan, Jayce and Graves up so we could finally start the party?" Draven groaned.

"Hey! You are the one who showed up late and kept everyone waiting!"

"Shaddup Ekko! Draven does whatever Draven want!"

"Wait, so am I welcome here? If it's not alright with you, I could leav-" Talon interjected.

"Talon. It's fine. Just stay. The more the merrier." Belen reassured him with a kind smile.

"Alright. Sweet." Talon jumped on the couch as he poured himself a glass of ale.

"What the hell is goin' on, and who is causin' all these racket around 'ere." Graves grumbled as he rose from the crouch sleepily until he saw Draven. "Thought yer' ugly mug ain't gonna show itself around ere'."

"UGLY MUG?! I'll show you who has an ugly mug!" Draven screamed as he rolled back his jacket sleeves."

"Silence the both of you. Tonight is a wondrous night for all of us here, do not let a petty argument sully it." Jarvan bellowed as he dragged Jayce up along with him.

"Alright alright. I'm up." Jayce rubbed at his eyes.

Looking at all of them who have woken up successfully, Draven cleared his throat and rubbed his hands with an evil grin on his face.

"Let the secrets be spilled!"


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