Author's Note
This chapter contains mature language. Also, I would like to say thanks for the follows/favorites/reviews! I read the reviews and I'm thinking about what you all have said. I do take many liberties when I write stories and if you do not like that, it's best not to read it. :3 If I think I can work with one of your reviews, I will try to incorporate it.

CHAPTER THREE

-Ashe-

The first thing Ashe noticed about this bar was the fact that everything was much more dimmer in color. The floor and walls were a dark brown color, accented with deep blood red seats and drapes on the windows. The tables were ranging from dark brown to black and scattered all over the place. The scent of heavy alcohol and chemicals permeated throughout the room. The second thing Ashe noticed was how the commotion in the room seemed to die down just a bit as she and Tryndamere stepped through the door. Many faces she saw turn towards the couple and it was all she took not to want to turn and walk out; though she couldn't with Tryndamere's heavy arm still holding onto her tightly, though not on her rump. Eventually, some of the more drunk patrons went back to causing commotion, allowing Ashe some room to let her eyes roam. Many of the champions within the room still gazed at the two and Ashe could imagine why, none of the current champions in the room appeared to be from the other side of the Institute. Tryndamere didn't seem to realize any of this, breathing in deeply and letting out a hearty laugh.

"Smell that? Alcohol, hard stuff too." The Barbarian raised his arms, stretching them out and looking towards the bar counter for an empty stool. "Hey, babe, I'm going to grab me some liquor. Let loose a little and go crazy." Just like that Tryndamere was gone and plopping down on a barstool between two drunken Noxian summoners. Ashe frowned, staring after her husband for a minute before sighing and looking around the bar. She contemplated leaving, although she was hesitant to leave Tryndamere here alone, especially because Singed would keep giving him alcohol even when Gragas would stop. Not to mention Tryndamere could get angry and her face was definitely not in the mood for another slap or punch.

"Guess I'll have to stay here for a bit." Ashe gazed around the bar, looking for anyone she knew. Knowing none of the summoners, Ashe would have to settle for champions she knew. All of the champions she knew who they were, she just never talked to them, she didn't really talk to anyone outside Freljord at all.

...

Off in a large group near the bar stools, Ashe spotted a large group of what appeared to be head honchos, mainly Swain and Darius. Off to her left in the corner, she noticed a group of misfits, Hecarim and Blitzcrank to name two. Split up into corners, the Frost Archer saw Vayne as well as a table containing Graves and Twisted Fate. There was also Veiger, Fiddlesticks, and Ziggs off at their own table as well. Finally, Ashe spotted one champion whom she thought could be some sort of possible table partner; Riven. The Frost Queen contemplated it for a moment, the booth was empty and she always did feel bad for the warrior who always seemed so distant and lonely. On the other hand, she probably didn't want attention drawn to herself and the Freljordian Queen sitting next to her probably wouldn't help.

Ashe finally decided to move, considering she felt out of place standing right up near the front of the bar, the eyes of the patrons were a bit much for her, though her calm, stony composure would say otherwise. The Frost Archer made her way through the bar, her cape fluttering gracefully behind her as she agiley moved through the crowd like a ghost. Ashe's eyes were cool and emotionless, but a careful eye could detect the Queen's slight air of awkward ineptitude. Perhaps this was going to be a bad idea, but Ashe had decided to sit with Riven, having no other better choice. Sitting with Tryndamere was out of the question. Ashe knew that he would either just kick her out or begin to poke fun at her in public, not to mention he might get into a drunken rage. Looking back towards her husband, Ashe also realized that there were no seats near him. Some summoners, including younger females, had gathered around him and began chattering, laughing along with the drunken Tryndamere. Frowning slightly with a small dip to the corner of her mouth, Ashe turned back towards Riven's booth, gliding the next two feet to stand in front of the table. Bowing her head slightly, Ashe caught Riven look up towards her. "Hello Riven, may I sit here?" Catching to the chase, Ashe's voice was calm and she acted as if it wasn't strange at all to be in the bar.

"It doesn't matter to me, if you would like, you may." The Exile's voice was the normal, sullen-sounding tone, she didn't even sound that surprised to see her here.

"It must be because it's strange for her to be here as well." Ashe thought, sliding into the red, plush seat that awaited her. "Thank you." Riven nodded her head, uninterested in her plate of food now as she looked around the bar. Ashe sat awkwardly, the seats seemed overstuffed with cushioning, unlike Gragas' bar that were soft enough to be comfortable but not billowing with bolster. Although seated just across from her, Riven spoke no words to Ashe, gazing around the bar at the other champions. Contemplating talking to the warrior, Ashe couldn't think of anything to say. Taking her bow, the Archer instead began to fiddle with it, plucking the string and tracing her fingers along the intricate designs.

...

"The other champions are so interested in you." Riven said after a long few minutes of booth silence. "Many are looking over here at you, doesn't it make you feel strange?" Ashe blinked her eyes, masking the surprise her face wanted to show at the outright question. Pondering what to say for a moment, the Frost Queen nodded.

"Perhaps a little, we're all fellow champions of the League so I don't get why it's so odd. I do understand it may be because those who reside on the other side of the Institute don't often come here. Tryndamere wanted to so I tagged along." Ashe forced a smile, hiding the venom she wished to say about Tryndamere.

"I understand. Sometimes people also give me glares or looks." Riven stated quietly, her voice fading off at the end like she wished to continue. Ashe let her smile disappear, focusing on the warrior's face as she casted a downwards glance, messing once more with her plate of food. Ashe leaned back against the booth, closing her eyes and listening to the sounds around her. It wasn't that different than Gragas', though the drunken patrons and commotion did seem much more rowdy. Lost in evaluating the bar, Ashe was unaware of the man above her before he said something.

"So you took me up on my offer, eh!?"

-Katarina-

"What do you think brings them here?" Cassiopeia hissed under her breath, obviously still not forgiving for the curse put on her at the Freljordian region. Katarina ignored her sister's complaints, realizing this may be a good chance to get to know the Freljordian Queen herself. Glancing over at Darius, she thought if he could be thinking the same thing.

"Cassiopeia probably doesn't." Katarina thought, stealing a glance at Talon and Draven as well. "I wonder if those two are also thinking about getting some information. Getting close with the Freljordians would probably be quite the achievement; not just between our plans, but also within the League!" Katarina smirked at the thought, looking over at General Swain who was eyeing them suspiciously, he always thought suspicions.

"Ashe must have taken up my offer!" Draven grinned, taking a swig of his alcohol and laughing.

"Your offer?" Darius questioned, leaning back on the bar counter and looking over at the frosty couple.

"You know it man, I offered her the chance to come on over to the League of Draven down bottom lane. Asked Singed, told him I would share a piece of it." Draven laughed, spinning a toothpick between his fingers as he gazed over at Ashe.

"Aye, such a mystery that woman is. Fiery and calculating on the battlefield yet calm and unreadable outside. Imagine that honey in private." Singed laughed, Draven joining in and Katarina thought she caught a smirk on Darius' face. Katarina rolled her eyes, the alcohol taking the effect on the boys already perverted enough minds. The Chemist then said his goodbyes, heading over towards Tryndamere who had abandoned his wife near the entrance to get to the bar.

"You know, Draven; instead of thinking of your own personal... needs, you could focus on getting information out of the Freljordians. I have barely any information about its people." Swain said, Katarina assuring herself that Swain was at least thinking the same as her.

"I could get some sweet information on out of her, if you get what I mean." Draven laughed, tossing the toothpick and bouncing it off the table. "I grow bored of the same type of thing every time. Same old girl Summoners, Noxian girls, if Katarina or Cassiopeia would allow some personal time, maybe I could be quelled." Draven grinned, narrowly dodging the small throwing knife headed for his face.

"I'd rather be put in the Institute's dungeon for mauling you than that." Katarina growled while Cassopeia said nothing. "The serpent might agree though, being the charming slut she is." Katarina grinned, edging her sister on as the loud hiss rang through her ears.

"Please Katarina, at least I'm not as big of a slut as you in your teenage days." Smirking at her own response, she too dodged a throwing knife that headed for her face. "Violent as ever." The serpent-woman sighed, leaning back on her chair and gazing towards the Frost Archer who continued standing there awkwardly. Finally, she moved, heading over towards the booth which Riven occupied. "What is she up to." Cassiopeia hissed, which caused Darius to look up towards that direction.

"Riven?" Darius asked with a tone of mixed surprise and anger, watching the Frost Archer take a seat. "What is she doing sitting with Riven!?" He slammed his drink down, watching the two girls intently.

"It's not like she's forging an alliance, she probably didn't know where to go." Katarina shot back, surprising everyone, including herself, at the defense of Ashe. "I mean, look, she's just messing around with her bow." Katarina added quickly, motioning over to the Frost Queen.

"Not anymore, now they're talking." Darius growled, leaning over his stool as if trying to catch a word of what they were saying. Katarina rolled her eyes at the Hand of Noxus, looking over towards Riven and Ashe. They seemed to speak little words to one another, their mouths moved but the crowd in the bar made it hard for the highly trained assassin to even catch a sound of their voices.

...

"I'm going to go over there!" Draven announced suddenly, jumping up to his face with a cocky grin on his face. "I mean, she's here so she obviously accepted my invitation to Singed's!" Cracking his knuckles, Draven flipped a toothpick in his mouth, looking over at Swain. "If it's information you want and some League of Draven time I want, I can do both." Katarina looked up sharply, narrowing her eyes at Draven. She was supposed to be the one who was getting the information, not him!

"No, it's fine, I'll go over there." Katarina stood up, blocking Draven's path as he began to step forwards.

"Oh, baby doll, I didn't know you wanted the Draven so bad." Grinning, Draven closed the small space between them, Katarina immediately twirling around to knock him over a bit.

"Don't ever call me that." Katarina growled in Draven's face in which he grinned and shrugged.

"Suit yourself, I'm going over there." The entertainer looked over towards the Frost Archer, looking back towards the others. "Watch and learn!"

Swain let out a small breath, almost like a chuckle. "Don't underestimate the Freljordian Queen, Draven. She's stronger than you'd think." Taking a sip of his champagne, Swain glanced over at the Noxian entertainer.

"Yeah, yeah. No one can resist the Draven though." With that, he turned on his heels and strode right over to the booth. Katarina suddenly dashed up too, realizing Draven was going to ruin her chances at being the first to befriend the Freljordian - the Queen at that.

"Oh, so eager?" Cassiopeia said mockingly, in which Katarina ignored and hurried after Draven who had already begun talking to Ashe.

-Ashe-

"Your offer?" Ashe looked up towards Draven who had scooted right into the booth next to her. Riven suddenly looked nervous and was eyeing the Noxian entertainer carefully.

"Don't mind him." The Frost Archer glanced up, noticing Katarina had appeared by the end of the table. "He's intoxicated and it makes him more of a horndog than he already is." Ashe blinked in surprise, looking over at Draven who was glaring at the assassin.

"Oh, don't listen to her babe. I see you're at Singed's so you must of taken my offer I gave you on the battlefield." Ashe just looked down at her bow, running her finger along the length of the string.

"Hardly. I came here with Tryndamere to simply check out the scene." The Frost Archer looked over at her husband who was visibly far more drunk, Singed was standing over him, refilling his glass to the Barbarian's consent. Frowning, Ashe pinched her bowstring between her fingers and flicked it.

"Draven, there's no reason to force your own sexual desires on Ashe." Katarina said, looking over at Ashe and bumping Draven a bit out of the way. "Excuse him, he's always like this. Even to me." Katarina smiled, and she was pleased as she saw the corner of Ashe's mouth curl up in a smile.

"She's such a liar Queen Ashe!" Draven pushed Katarina with his hip, quickly sliding into the booth besides Ashe, slinging an arm around her shoulders. "We can start friends if you want to take it slow like that."

Ashe tensed her face, leaning back from Draven who smelled very much like alcohol. Katarina was quick to respond though, sliding into the seat next to Riven who scooted close to the inside of the seat. The Assassin could feel Darius' glare and outrage from across the bar and didn't dare look that way. "What if I say I want nothing Draven?" Ashe smirked at Draven, who was surprised at the Frost Archer's reply.

"Don't doubt yourself, you know you want it." Draven winked and Ashe rolled her eyes, looking over his head across the bar. What she saw, made her blink to hide the worry from her eyes. Tryndamere had gotten up from the stool and was drunkenly stumbling his way towards the booth the four of them occupied.

...

"What are you doing here." Tryndamere's words were slightly slurred and he had a big glass of hard jack in his hand. Placing his free hand on the edge of the booth to steady himself. Draven noticed the Barbarian was drunk and wondered if he would actually react to the truth.

"Asking her if she wants to join the League of Draven, if you catch my drift Tryn." Winking, Draven looked at Ashe and grinned.

"I get you Draven, I git you man." Tryndamere plopped down in the booth with Draven and Ashe as well, squishing Ashe between the wall and Draven. "Let me tell you, that would be such an accomplishment." Laughing, he hiccuped and took a swig of his beverage, roughly putting it down with a slosh of the contents splashing over Ashe, Draven, Katarina, and Riven. "I tell you, them breasts ain't dat small. She's got some." Waggling his finger at Draven, he laughed heartily and Draven grinned over at Ashe. The Archer had stared at her husband, forcing herself not to glare as her cheeks flushed with a light pink. Tryndamere took another swig of his alcohol, unaware at the increase of a glare from Katarina. "That ass, Draven, dat ass." Tryndamere smacked his lips loudly, grinning. "Might not look it, but it's pretty big. Firm, bouncy." Laughing he put a hand across Draven's head and placed it roughly onto Ashe's shoulder.

"Oh really? Anything else?" Draven grinned, clearly enjoying every moment of this.

"Oh yeah Draven. You know how tight the can to this jack is?" Holding up his beverage, he grinned over at Ashe who glared intensely now. "Well, Ashe here has one of the tight-"

"Tryndamere! Enough!" Ashe slapped a hand on the table, causing his drink to slosh some more alcohol out.

"I agree." Katarina stood up, glaring at Tryndamere. "That's no way to treat your wife and no way to talk about her!" Tryndamere, upon hearing Katarina and realizing she was there, stood up as well and glared at her.

"Listen bitch, I don't need you to tell me how to run my life." He growled, stepping out of the table and standing up.

Darius, watching the whole scene, stood up and rushed over there. "Hey, Tryndamere! Don't you get into one of your crazy rages." He stood in front of him, blocking Katarina who visibly pouted and glared. Ashe scooted out of the booth, ignoring Draven who pressed his crotch against her as she glided over him.

"Tryndamere, calm down." Ashe put a cool hand on his shoulder but he shrugged it off and pushed her away a bit, causing her to stumble.

"Stay out of this!" He glared at her and looked back to Darius. "So, you think you're all that?! HA!"

"Well I did win our match." Darius smirked and Ashe was too late to stop Tryndamere as he threw a punch straight into Darius' stomach. Darius, being caught off balance, stumbled backwards and huffed out some air.

"You little..." Darius swung his own arm, punching Tryndamere's face with a hard smack. Tryndamere then pounced, and Darius was ready. The two became locked in a fist fight, neither side giving in to the other. One younger Summoner had run out of the bar, returning with some of the Institute guards. Immediately, the guards had grabbed Tryndamere and Darius, pulling them off each other with the help of their dazing guns. Huffing and puffing, Tryndamere glared at Darius before turning to Ashe with venom in his eyes. Ashe did nothing but approached her husband calmly. Saying no words, her grabbed her wrist and pulled her through the bar, straight out the door. Katarina stood there, watching the couple leave the bar with nothing else to say.