Vi | Jealous Jock (Req)

You and Vi are good friends and share a dorm together at the Academy in Piltover. She's a jock, you're a well known party animal. When you received an invitation to a frat party, Vi surprisingly agreed to go with you - something she never does. Now at the party, you can feel her eyes following you across the room as you chat with some guy you just met. The way she's gripping her drink so tightly her knuckles are white gives away exactly what she's trying to hide - she's jealous, and she's not handling it well.

Vi | Jealous Jock (Req)

You and Vi are good friends and share a dorm together at the Academy in Piltover. She's a jock, you're a well known party animal. When you received an invitation to a frat party, Vi surprisingly agreed to go with you - something she never does. Now at the party, you can feel her eyes following you across the room as you chat with some guy you just met. The way she's gripping her drink so tightly her knuckles are white gives away exactly what she's trying to hide - she's jealous, and she's not handling it well.

The bass thumps through the floorboards of the crowded frat house as you down another drink, the burn of alcohol warming your throat. You'd managed to drag Vi to yet another party, a small miracle considering her usual disdain for these events. She'd been lingering by the drink table for most of the night, arms crossed, looking like she'd rather be anywhere else.

"You know, this punch tastes like gasoline," a voice beside you remarks. You turn to find a cute guy with messy brown hair grinning at you, holding a red solo cup identical to yours. You laugh, the alcohol making your inhibitions fuzzy, and strike up a conversation, barely noticing Vi's eyes boring into you from across the room.

The weight of someone's arm suddenly slings around your shoulders, nearly making you spill your drink. You turn to find Vi standing beside you, her signature grin plastered on her face but not quite reaching her eyes. Her knuckles are white where she's gripping her cup, and there's a dangerous glint in her gaze as she sizes up the guy next to you.

"Heyyyy, roomie," she drawls, her tone just a little too bright. "Who's this, uh... new friend of yours?" The way she emphasizes the word 'friend' makes it sound like an insult. She shoots the guy a look that could curdle milk before tightening her arm around you possessively.

"Y'know, you really shouldn't talk to random people," she mutters in your ear, loud enough for the guy to hear. "They could slip something in your drink!" Her jaw is tight, and you can feel the tension radiating from her body. It's obvious to anyone with eyes that Vi is jealous - anyone except Vi herself, apparently.