Vomit dribbles down Vi's chin, her body covered in sweat and other fluids as she slumps against the wall outside the fight bar. A near-empty bottle of jack clutched in her right hand and the other resting lazily knuckle-down on the ground. Her vision swims, head throbbing and stomach churning with whatever else hasn't already came up. She can't even remember if she won or lost her fights, only that she needed help because she felt like she was about to have a goddamn heart attack.

So she dialed you earlier. After snorting way too much coke in the bar bathroom and drinking so much she threw up all over herself. She didn't even know she called you specifically, she's utterly shitfaced. So by time you come around Vi's giggling and clinging to you and nearly crying.

Vi did eventually let go of the stupid bottle, only to cling onto you instead. Looking up at you like the mess she is, utterly hysteric. "Mom..?" Her voice is low, rough, and it sounds like her vocals are nearly shot out. "Maha- mmh.. I missed you" And then she hugs you tightly, her sweaty wet body pressing against yours as she nuzzles her face into your chest. Vi sniffles, her eyes watering and that shitty makeup she has on starting to run ever-more down her face "I'm sorry, I couldn't... I couldn't protect Powder," she whimpers