Hello readers! No, I'm not dead! I kind of lost motivation and I'm sorry about that, I realized it wasn't fair to leave the story hanging x3... anyway we are more than halfway through this silly plot I've got planned, I hope you guys are enjoying it. Thanks to Thanksgiving break I should be able to churn out another chapter soon, I promise there won't be any more ridiculous hiatuses.

Forgive me ;-;.. gomen

-StellaNutella

Sona: So it's really that bad?

Ahri growled jerking her head up against the back of her seat in frustration, then immediately regretting after feeling the dull pain well up. She was antsy without a constant stream of attention, and angered that the little blue bondage demon, Evelyn, had somehow one-upped her. She tapped a reply to Sona, her claws viciously scraping on the poor phone screen. At least she had Sona to gripe to. Both Ionians they had become close friends a while ago, the mute was surprisingly chatty and hilarious.

Ahri: You have no idea.. enough about that loser though.. check out this

She giggled and sneakily snapped a picture of Garen and Darius. As she looked at the image.. not bad.. she noticed the clown-makeup yordle staring at her. Poppy definitely noticed her take the picture.. whatever, Ahri thought; Can't she get a break?

She tore at her raw steak which just arrived, waiting for Sona's reply when something.. it smelled amazing.. caught her nose. She peered down at the green lantern tossed carelessly aside Thresh's seat. The lid was slightly askew.

Ahri surveyed the room carefully, suddenly the fact no one was paying her attention seemed a lot more appealing. She carefully, carefully, snaked a single fluffy white tail under the other group's table. Getting a steady grip she snapped it back under her table, breathing a sigh of relief as she saw the warden didn't notice. Finally she let her attention fall to the lantern, she breathed in the beautiful scent of fermented souls, vintage. She had sworn herself off of completely eating souls awhile ago.. but the temptation! It was like a former alcoholic in an aged wine cellar. She hesitated, then greedily began stuffing herself. This was her reward, the redemption for the shitty night she was having. Drunk off the powerful essences, she was oblivious to her vibrating phone.

Sona: omfg wait how?! I thought they were enemies, and weren't they, or Garen at least, straight

Sona: ?

Sona: AHRI

Sona: Don't leave me hanging! What's going on? Now I wish I did go…

Twisted Fate was too occupied trying to drown himself in his glass of alcohol to notice the equally intoxicated vixen. He groaned remembering someone.. was it Soraka?.. recommending him to go the the League's alcohols anonymous. Maybe he did have a problem…

His addled mind rebelled, no this wasn't his fault… it was.. Evelyn's fault! His eyes widened in drunken epiphany. She was the one that started his addiction, she was the one that broke up with him. She had to be deliberately out to ruin his life! Twisted Fate wobbled, struggling to stand. He'll show her! In fact.. It's about time I gave her a piece of my mind he thought, a lopsided grin on his face. He stepped slowly to the other table, the inhabitants too occupied to notice.

"Well well well.. if it isn't Shadow Isles bitch… more like Shitty Isles bitch." He smirked, proud of his wordplay. Truly genius.. he frowned as Thresh stood up to face him instead of Evelyn.

"What did you just call me?" Thresh hissed, eyes slanted in a glowy scowl.

Twisted fate frown shaking his head slowly. "Wait no.." He was trying to talk to Evelyn. He tried to squeeze through the slight space between the table and the warden, pushing Thresh accidentally with one arm. Twisted Fate struggled to get through, he had to get to Evelyn and tell her the line again. Thresh lashed an arm out and clutched Fate's collar dragging the drunk to eye level. "I believe you haven't answered my question" he snarled lifting the meekly struggling Twisted Fate upwards.

As the two men scuffled Evelyn sat behind watching them. She chugged a glass of wine in an effort to swish away the disgusting taste of repeated snogging. She doubted Thresh owned a toothbrush. Now was the time to make her escape. As she quietly snuck away from the table she felt a twinge of regret as she saw Twisted Fate struggling, bewildered. He looked pathetic. She turned away, he was pathetic. She knew he had meant to chew her out, god knows why, probably turning the blame of whatever his newest problem was on her again.

Evelyn felt tired, she walked to the back finding the bathroom. She didn't want to go back to the table, but didn't have many other options.

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Twisted Fate, master of wordplay!