Hey, sorry its been a while, uni is murdering my mental health so I haven't been writing as much - woooops.
Vi leant against the metal doors of the tavern, pushing them open lazily, the smell of stale beer and sweat poured out of the bar, this was her home.
A few heads turned as her and her giant fists walked into the tavern. She recognised most of the faces, there were newcomers that stared - a little terrified. Some of the familiar faces grinned a hello towards her she nodded towards them as a greeting before heading to the back of the bar. She had worked behind it at one stage, that didnt go well, and she understood when Laszlo told her it wasn't going to work. Her and Lazlo went way back, he taught her how to fight properly and how to look after herself a bit better. He didn't mind that she kept the huge metal hands in their back room - at least it meant she wasn't using them in his pub- which he'd also had to talk to her about previously.
She came back out from the back door flexing out her bandaged fingers. She swung behind the bar and grabbed herself a glass, Laszlo rolled his eyes and stood in front of her with his arms crossed.
"Aw come on.." she said holding the glass out towards him.
"One. For old times sake. The rest you're payin for. Now piss off!" She grinned cockily walking round to the punter side of the bar and kneeling awkwardly on a stool.
"Hows it been? Ya hear about the sunsnipe that went missin last week?" Laszlo opened his mouth to respond but stopped as the backdoor opened behind him.
"Sorry I'm late, the hexconveyor was stuck -" She was new, tying a black apron around her waist, she fumbled a little tying the knot. The girl looked up at Laszlo and grimaced at his look of disaproval, pulling her blonde locks up into a ponytail. Vi watched the exchange, the girl was pretty, in a strange way, there was a scar across her cheek and her red lips that were somewhat.. hypnotising...to watch..
"Vi." Lazlo said handing her the drink he'd filled up.
"Finally replaced me huh?" she said smirking at him, it was a few years ago that she'd worked there, so he knew she was just messing with him.
"This is Lira." She nodded towards Vi. "Used to work in Piltover, didn't ya?" He said. Lira rolled her eyes to the ceiling, Zaunites weren't really keen on the old 'towering city of progress.'
"Wasn't for me, couldn't stick their dumb customs and of course...I missed this place.." She said with a smile. Her teeth were perfect, she obviously took pride in her hygeine, seemed a little out of place, but each to their own.
"I've been up a few times, just pissed me off really, seeing their stupid snooty faces with their pish posh accents." Vi snorted, mimicking the upper accents of Piltover. Lira laughed quietly and leant against her side of the bar.
"And you are?" She said, eyebrows raised.
"The one! The only-"
"Vi, shut up." Laszlo said shaking his head still bewildered by how cocky Vi was.
"Killjoy." She held out her hand. "Nice to meet your aquaintance Lira".
"What did ya do to your hands sweetheart?" Said Lira, gently holding up Vi's bandaged hand.
"Uh yeah I have giant metal fists that I wear mooost of the time, girls gotta defend herself ya know?"
She looked taken aback by the response. "You can't be too careful around here.."
"What Vi is trying to say is she loves beatin people up more than anything." Lazlo said. Vi rolled her eyes, and mouthed 'why' as he looked at him. He always had a habit of scaring off her game.
"I'm curious." Lira said walking over to pour out a fresh whiskey for old Jorge, who returned every night - to escape his grumpy wife.
"Really Lira?" Lazlo said.
"Yeah, really. Kinda wanna see what this infamous Vi can do." The way her voice sounded when she said her name. By the gods did she wanna hear that again... and again.
"Bet ya 300 silver cogs you can't beat him." Lazlo said scoffing whilst he dried a wine glass. Vi leaned back on the barstool -almost losing her balance - seeing who he meant.
"Like fuck would I even have 300 silver cogs to bet on Lazlo." He grinned, pulling another pint behind the bar.
"Scared?"
"Pfft. You know I ain't! Hey you-" She said swinging off of the stool, loosing a fair amount of her drink to the floor.
Vi returned with the huge man in tow, his shoulder was augmented slightly, enough to put anyone else off wrestling him, but not Vi. She had a grin plastered over her face, any chance to show off her strength she'd take gladly.
"Whats your wager lady?" The man said in a deep throaty voice. Vi looked towards Lazlo and Lira raising her eyebrows waiting for suggestions.
"If Vi loses, she has too... ask someone from Piltover on a date." Lazlo said, with a grin.
"Been there, done that. Great night actually she- "
"The sheriff." Lira said quickly "Ask thr sheriff of Piltover on a date."
Lazlo laughed loudly clapping at Lira's suggestion - a few people turned and shouted agreemnets and the tables surrounding them erupted into laughter.
"The one with the pretty hair??" Someone shouted, the man next to him whispered something and they burst into laughter. Lira grimaced at the thought of what they could have possibly said.
Vi's smile quivered slightly "The one with the really big gun.."
"Whoever wins gets their drinks paid for for the evening, but Vi if you lose. You have to ask the sheriff of Piltover on a date." Laszlo held out his hand to shake on it. The huge man just stared at them all blankly, he didn't smile or laugh he just sat at a table and readied himself, clearly not bothered about being a part of their bet.
"Oh noo... I'll just have to win.." She said sarcastically, sitting herself on the opposite side of the table in view of Lira and Lazlo.
Laszlo held up a sarcastic thumbs up and then shook his head, mopping up the side.
Vi, readied herself, looking into the sharp green eyes of her opponent, his metal shoulder glinted in the light, the skin surrounding it was mottled grey.
Punters surrounded them, and a man named Jared took it on himself to stand at the edge of the table to referee. He made sure their elbows were aligned and flat to the table and then he counted: 3...2...1...
It started fairly, people cheered around them as their fists grasped eachothers with equal force. Vi looked up towards his eyes, he had weakness somewhere- but she heard a laugh, a perfect laugh- she looked up to see Lira elbows bent leaning forward against the bar, her top revealing a lot more than before - did she just wink at me? And just like that Vi's arm was slammed against the table. Defeat.
the evening after *
"Go on then Vi." Lazlo chided mockingly.
"Where's fucking Lira?! This was her idea and she's not even here."
"You're trying to buy time.."
"FINE." She said in a huff, she tried to smooth her hair out a little so it had looked a bit better.
The sheriff was patrolling, she'd stopped to talk with an old lady, who had stopped outside a cafe to look at a menu. The woman smiled and thanked her, wishing her well. She turned and walked towards Vi, Vi looked back to Laszlo and everyone else who had heard the rumours of her lost bet and came to be entertained. Lazlo rubbed his forehead, genuinely a little nervous for Vi now it had come to it.
"Fine afternoon isn't it." Vi said, trying not to sound too Zaun as she approached her. As she neared the woman she realised she'd never considered what she'd look like. Her face was stern, she had a sharp jawline, but soft pale looking skin.
"Why yes, it is. I do love it when the sun sets the way it is now.." the sun had turned a golden orange colour, the light painted itself across her face. She looked towards the sun glinting through the clouds and reflecting off of the buildings, she sighed slightly.
"Always gotta appreciate someone who knows true beauty.." Vi said quietly as she watched the sheriff calmly gaze into the sun. Her eyes flicked towards her, aiming through her, a silent interrogation. It was as if her eyes were made of glass, and they could cut through anything they wanted, but they were smooth as well, a pretty shade of blue.
"I wanna ask ya something. I know you're sheriff and all, and you probably have zero time for yourself let alone me but.. would you let me take you somewhere sometime, when the sun sets like this again, I know a place.." Caitlyn stared into the brave lilac eyes, they paused for a second, she seemed a little stunned, well so did Vi, she almost couldn't believe what she'd just said.
"That would be.. nice actually."
"What?! Uh I mean yeah if you wanna just maybe meet at the clocktower.. the next time the sun goes all orangey."
The sheriff laughed quietly, looking towards the direction of the clock tower. She turned back and smiled elegantly, she held out a hand "Caitlyn."
Vi really didn't know the customs in Piltover, was she meant to kiss her hand or what? She figured a handshake would suffice, but of course she held it longer than customary.
"Name's Vi."
Caitlyn stood in front of the mirror, she scrunched up her nose, the blonde hair certainly wasn't to her liking.
She lauged as she unbuttoned her shirt, if her mother or father had seen her playing the role of a flirty zaunite barmaid they would have fainted. She wiped of the red lipstick and pulled the wig off, her violet locks dropping out across her shoulders. She really did think it would be harder to pursue Vi, of course if Caitlyn had approached Vi in uniform, she wouldn't have given her the time of day. This way was much better. Although Vi would probably disagree..
I really couldn't decide if Caitlyn was gonna go undercover or not so I hope you liked it! Thank you for the reviews as well they always make me soo excited to write :33