I thought I might give it a go and do some short fic instead of giant epics. Here we go then. Join Vi on an epic trip all across Runeterra in this reincarnation of certain quest from Skyrim.

It has not been a good day for Vi.

As if losing a fifth match in a row wasn't bad enough, she also lost her lane to Soraka of all people and got her gauntlets damaged later on in the last teamfight. Turns out, you do not punch Zhonya'd Malphite to see what happens, as her dumbass summoner didn't know. Repairing the malfunctioning piece took her another number of hours, stripped off the spare time she had and generally left her in a considerably foul mood.

So now she was here, in Institute of War's bar, sipping low-quality ale and cursing everything on Runeterra. Being low on coin was undermining her morale even more. The fact that she had no one to talk to here as opposed to usual crowds of champions and summoners gathered here was just an insult to injury.

"Whoop-de-fucking-do." She muttered, downing the rest of her mug. She was beginning to feel a bit tipsy. World around her was starting to get much more vibrant progressively over time. She couldn't care less. All she wanted at the moment was to get hammered, have a hangover and use it as an excuse to spend the rest of the next day resting. "Get me one more, Big Round." She motioned to an incredibly obese bear of a man with a ginger bread, currently busy polishing a glass of wine. Gragas huffed at the nickname, but complied eagerly. After all, he was still getting coin from her and that was more than enough to make him tolerate those. Vi was giving nicknames to anyone anyway and this one was still mildly tame. Considering Draven got christened as "Mop" and Thresh received a nickname of "Hatstand", he couldn't complain.

"Sure ya want another one, lassie?" He inquired, giving the pink-haired Piltoverian a cautious look.

"That's the seventh one already."

"Oh shut it and pour." She responded with a half-growl, giving him a tired stare. "Do I look like someone requiring a lecture?"

"Ya're the boss." Gragas shrugged indifferently and poured her another round. Vi gave a weak nod and promptly downed mug's contents.

"Why am I even drinking this piss is beyond me." Piltover Enforcer sighed miserably, initially not noticing the newcomer who took place next to her. Her first tip was bartender's sudden eye-shrinking.

"I've been wondering that for a while too, Miss Vi." A stranger said in a polite, calm tone, taking off his wide-brimmed hat and gesturing to Gragas. "Two Graggy Ice." A ginger-bearded giant nodded and began pouring his specialty, known also as "best alcoholic beverage in all of Runeterra". "Want one?" He asked the woman, smiling.

"...do I know you?" She responded with a question, furrowing a brow. The man before her was a bespectacled chestnut with strangely watery blue-green eyes. He couldn't be older than her, no way. Dressed in black clothing, he had a small purple brace on his left hand. A summoner, one of the many. This one, however, seemed to prefer more informal clothing instead of typical purple robes they were wearing.

"Not in person." Summoner responded, taking his Graggy Ice and gesturing to Vi to do the same. Pink-haired Piltoverian hesitantly took her mug. What was this guy's game? "I have heard about you though."

"I doubt anyone didn't."

"Point taken." A bespectacled man chuckled and took a sip. "Ah, Graggy Ice. Finest ale there is. But I didn't introduce myself, my apologizes. Casper Stratoavis, a summoner."

"That much I've noticed. Vi, but you probably know that." She responded indifferently, sipping her own ale. The difference was considerable. "You took a wrong time to visit. It's completely empty."

"Eh, I like it better that way. Not a biggest fan of crowds, it's too easy to start a brawl."

"Heh. I don't usually start brawls, but if there is one busting out, I'm not the one to refuse." Vi grinned, downing the rest of her mug. Now that was alcohol.

"Say, Miss Vi..."

"Vi's enough."

"Are you up for a drinking contest?" Pink-haired woman looked at the bespectacled summoner, surprised. What? That bookworm wanted to what?

"It's not going to be fair. I had a few already." She responded. There had to be some catch here. In response Casper downed the rest of his own mug and shook visibly.

"I'm a featherweight." He murmured with a smile. Indeed, it seemed he was already somewhat shaky.

"Then why the fuck are you even attempting to do a drinking contest with a seasoned drinker?"

"Because it amuses me. Besides, I'm having my own agenda in this."

"Oh really now?"

"If I win, I'm inviting you for dinner." He adjusted his glasses with a smug smile.

Vi was mildly surprised, but knew this would happen eventually. She wasn't a type to receive too many love letters, invitations or the likes. Gals like Ahri or Janna were the ones with most fans. She, on the other hand, was feared and probably not quite regarded as a target of similar attempt. She remembered one match when after a successful gank Katarina casually remarked how Vi's image as a "motor oil dyke" is getting popular. Piltover Enforcer laughed all the way to bottom and even when she scored a double kill on stunlocked Ashe and Sona. Nautilus and Varus are regarding her as "weird" to this day.

Guess there were the strangest fetishes on the run.

"What if I win?" She asked with a smirk. That nerd must have been suicidally overconfident.

"Then, this will be yours for the taking." Casper took a small ring from his pocket and placed it on the bar for Vi to see. It was made of... diamond.

"Hoo boy, sunshine. Where did you even get that thing?" Piltover Enforcer perhaps wasn't the most knowledgeable on topic of gems – that title would go to Taric – but even she knew how much this thing was worth.

"I have rich associates." Stratoavis responded.

"And how do I know it's not stolen?"

"Questioning Summoner's honesty? I'm insulted, Miss Vi." Bespectacled man scoffed, mockingly insulted.

"He's right, lassie." Gragas butted into conversation, still polishing the glass. "He might be a weird lad, but he surely is a honest one." Rabble Rouser was the last person Vi would suspect to be involved in any way with thievery. She nodded reluctantly.

"Guess it's worth taking the risk." Pink-haired grinned.

"Three glasses. If you will still be conscious after the third one, the ring is yours." Casper said, reaching into his pocket.

"Just three? You've already lost that trinket." Vi responded, giving him a challenging glare.

"Oh, not Graggy Ice. We'll use this one." Stratoavis pulled out a big bottle marked with red hot flames all over the glasses. Green liquid inside seemed rather... volatile.

"...holy shit." Piltover Enforcer was shocked, to say the least. "Is that a...?"

"Indeed. Brighter Tomorrow, the hardest-kicking absinth in all of Runeterra."

"...Right Hand took two mugs and collapsed lifeless." She murmured, amazed. Getting that brand of alcohol was not only expensive, it was also incredibly difficult: Brighter Tomorrow was banned everywhere in Runeterra except Bilgewater and, curiously enough, Bandle City. Even if you tracked it down, merely getting a glass was more expensive than few bottles of a good-quality wine. Getting a whole bottle, now that was unheard of.

"Think you can take three glasses?" Casper smiled slightly.

"It's on, Four Eyes!"

Three glasses later...

"Did it. Tooootally did it." Vi slurred, grinning like a goofball. "Shtill holding myshelf up, you shee?"

"Indeed I can." A bespectacled summoner curiously remained suspiciously unaffected by three glasses of Brighter Tommorow.

"Alrightsh..." Loud burp. "Now ish time you're givin' me... thish... trinket."

"It's yours for the taking, Miss Vi." Indeed, a diamond ring was lying on the bar.

"Heh. Eashily won..." Pink-haired woman's face went down a second later, hitting the desk with a loud thud. Snore. Another snore.

Stratoavis smirked. Mission accomplished.

Gragas just sighed, putting the polished glass in a right place.

"Same old, eh, laddie?" He inquired.

"Indeed, my friend, indeed."

"Where is she going to end up?"

"Didn't decide yet. However, I'll make sure this night will be a night to remember for our lady right here." Summoner chuckled, taking the ring with him.

Let the shenanigans begin. Stay tuned for more. :3