Hell has broken loose on Valoran, or if not now, it will soon. The reason for this being that Sheriff Caitlyn was drunk. And to repeat, Sheriff. Caitlyn. Was drunk.
Vi could hardly believe it. How the hell did this happen? Well there was that party, the one the city held for the Force for another year of protecting the citizens of Piltover. Fine work, well done, and all that. And maybe for once, the sheriff really did decide to take it easy. "Just one or two drinks." she said, but as the night went on, and the conversations went on longer and longer, and became more numerous (Everyone wanted a piece of the sheriff, Vi would know) Caitlyn needed to wet her whistle. So it seems that one thing lead to another, and now Vi was left at a dinner table with a drunk superior wearing a flushed face, and nearly bursting out of her dress, along with a few guests. Probably from high standings.
The more older, modest men averted their eyes, and continued to discuss taxes, work, business stuff. The younger men (and woman) shamelessly let their eyes wander at her ample bust, which was more than ready to jump out for freedom and fresh air. And then, fearing they would be caught, would jump up to look at her face, before shamelessly letting their gaze drop again.
Caitlyn was a damn bombshell. And she knew it, knew how to use it and everything. This fact tempted the crap out of Vi immensely, and because it tempted her, it pissed her off. In short, she was still trapped. The sheriff in question wore a simple black dress and matching heels. Thats it. Nothing special. Except for the fact that the dress clung to everything and stopped at all the right/wrong places. It made her want to punch all the leerers in the room, and herself for the same reason.
Vi herself dressed in something much more modest. A simple tux, tailored to her measurements, and a simple red bow tie, just to make it a little more unique. After all, there was no way she was going to wear a dress. Ever. At any rate, the hours passed by, and all the other guests started to dwindle out one by one. Which left Vi, Caitlyn, and a few spectators and staff, who were all making their way out. Caitlyn stood up shakily, wobbling in her heels, face flushed, and covered in sweat from the heat of the booze.
"Hey, you okay there, Boss?" Vi called out. She never did call her by her name. That implied a type of close friendship. A closeness that wasn't there.
"Yes, yes. I'm fine, I just need to- oh!" The vocal flow of her richly cultured voice was broken by her stumble.
"Okay, maybe I'm not so alright after all." She added on, as she takes another tentative test step forward. "Ah!" She starts to tumble again.
"I've got you." Vi says as she catches her. "Thank you." Caitlyn responds, but all of a sudden, her eyes get this sort of glazed look to them. Then her lids start to droop lower and lower, and when they closed completely, the sheriff's body went limp in the enforcer's arms. It took Vi a few moments to register what had happened, but when she did
"Well shit." She muttered out. And then "Hey, hey! Wake up!" She shouted, all the while shaking the the sleeping person in her arms. In response, said body yawned, and then went limp again. Well that worked. Vi was not in a good mood though. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat. There was just so much skin to touch, and when she tried to avoid it, she found she couldn't, less she would drop the good sheriff on the cold floor, and it was doubtful she would be happy about that.
"So now what?" Vi muttered to the empty air that could not hear her. "I guess I'll just take you home." And set on that, Vi carried the woman out the door before realizing
"Hold on, where do you live again?" And back to the futile shaking. "C'mon!" She whined, before giving up. She then realized that the only other option would to take the passed out sheriff back to her house. Vi's house.
"Well shit." She muttered again.
When they finally arrived, Vi fuddled with carrying the drunk sheriff, and closing/locking her car door. She had the same difficulties with getting into her apartment. Once she made it inside, her first instinct was to put the sheriff in bed. But looking at it, the thing was a mess. So first she placed her down on a chair, and made it as best as she could. As nice and comfy as possible (Another effort that probably won't be appreciated.) Once satisfied, she layed Caitlyn down, and since it was hot and sweating, didn't bother to throw a cover over her.
Vi pulled the chair beside the bed, and sat on it, exhausted. Parties sucked. Especially those high class ones. For a moment, she pondered getting up and sprucing up the place, because she didn't want her superior to wake up to a pig sty. Yep that's what she would do.
And yet she just remained rooted to that chair, staring at this form before her. The rise and fall of her chest, how her lips looked so plump, so warm, so inviting...
One little kiss couldn't hurt could it?
Yes it could. It definitely could. And what the hell was she thinking anyway? Taking advantage of the situation. Sure she may have been a crook, but even she wouldn't have gone this low, could she? She might've, it's hard to remember. But she wasn't really going to do it now, was she? This is Caitlyn. Sheriff strict-as-iron Caitlyn. If she were to find out, it would be bad. This was illegal and wrong on so many levels. And besides, how could she even think of doing that to freaking Caitlyn? But then again, who wouldn't?
And Vi sat right there, debating with herself, over and over, drowsiness overtook her. She woke up the next morning to stare at an (actually neat for once but) empty, made bed. The house was desolate, and once again, it was only Vi. Alone.
The sheriff didn't leave a note or anything. She didn't even say good bye.