Tags: Vayne, Lux
Vayne just nods at the female yordle when the purple waitress sets down her drink, flashes her a practiced fake grin and then swiftly moves away from the table. The rather lethargic auditory cluster of reverberating nonsensical rumbling, occasional laughter and indiscernible stereo music covering the muffled sound of the departing waitress' footsteps before the short purple woman disappears from the sight of the moody Night Hunter.
The black-haired markswoman can only sigh at this point while Lux oblivious to everything around her at her current inebriated state mumbles something incoherent against Vayne's left shoulder. Once more Shauna has to resist the sudden urge to push the presently unconscious inebriated blonde mage away from her face, but this time too Shauna manages to somehow rein in her sharpened loner instincts and let the poor kid sleep on her shoulder for a while longer.
With a visage as bitter as the taste of the dark fragrant liquor that the pale huntress tiredly swirls inside her glass, Vayne takes a small sip out of her glass and lets the obsidian liquid spilling inside her mouth set fire to her throat. The Night Hunter's irritable gaze silently returning back to the slumbering form of Demacia's precious drunken poster child. Shauna gruffly scoffs inside her half-empty liquor glass as the thoughts of the brooding Night Hunter tentatively start unfolding.
Just look at her, babysitting drunken brats passed out inside stuffy watering holes instead of putting crossbow bolts between the eyes of the wicked. Was that her job now? Safeguarding rebellious spoiled public idols that couldn't even hold their liquor?
Admittedly, Shauna could only blame her damned bleeding heart for this whole farce. She could have left at any time after finishing her drink, walked away from this shady establishment and its obnoxiously loud patrons. Nobody would have blamed her for leaving the young Crownguard girl snoozing on the side of her table where she had found her.
The brooding Night Hunter had actually considered that option upon spotting the drunken light mage, she had almost turned around and walked away from the crowded buzzing bar too. But then her damn conscience had to interfere, feeding her mind with images of the young unconscious noblewoman in many unsavory situations that were it for them to occur would definitely scar the foolish Crownguard brat for life. Sigh…
Bottom line was that Shauna couldn't just leave the bubbly blonde spell caster alone with all the scum that were swarming around Gragas' bar sending the wasted girl lecherous looks and intrigued stares. Shauna had to her immense displeasure quickly realized that she had to stay or something bad was bound to happen to the poor drunken kid otherwise.
Vayne of course would had simply carried the unconscious light mage to a nearby hotel or something and got rid of Lux if it wasn't for the fact that her numerous enemies would had certainly jumped in joy at the rare chance to ambush her while she has busy dragging the dead weight of a potential hostage with her. No, carrying the unconscious Lady of Luminosity elsewhere in the middle of the night was a tempting, albeit terrible idea.
It was an infinitely better plan for her to stay near Lux and keep an eye on the drunken light mage until the streets were safe enough for them to traverse after the sunrise. And while letting the annoying blonde fairy lean on her shoulder for the time being was a somewhat jarring experience for the extremely reclusive Night Hunter, Shauna would unfortunately have to endure the almost forgotten tingling sensation of non-hostile human contact for a few more hours.
It was either that or to just let the damn Crowguard fall off her stool. And although the thought of literally taking Luxanna's weight off her shoulders was definitely an attractive alternative to their current position, there was no point in her trying to keep the other noblewoman safe if she were to let Lux crack her head against the hard concrete floor in the first place.
…Even if a little harmless concussion would most definitely dissuade Lady Luxanna from spontaneously participating in underground drinking contests in the near foreseeable future…
Shauna spares a quick sideways glance at the poor inebriated girl that is lightly snoring beside her and then downs the rest of her drink with a defeated sour expression on her face. Vayne reluctantly wraps one of her leather-clad arms around the frame of the slumbering light mage in order to prevent Lux from accidentally falling from her seat in her sleep. She then signals the yordle waitress near the bar to bring her another one of her caustic concoctions. Vayne could perhaps endure the terrible torment of camaraderie for a few more minutes.