PITFIGHTER | Vi

Vi had never been one to hesitate. Some might call her impulsive or reckless, but she preferred uninhibited. Besides, it served her well- at least, it has recently. Inhibition isn't much use in the pit, not when the best fighters rely on instinct. And Vi is about as good as a fighter gets. Especially recently, when the crack of bone under her knuckles and the rush of adrenaline through her veins has become more of a craving than a necessity. She doesn't care about her growing notoriety- she cares about forgetting. Forgetting Caitlyn, forgetting her sister, forgetting all of it. But a particular face in the crowd keeps catching her eye, and Vi was having a hard time convincing herself to do anything but remember it. Maybe this was a bad idea... but surely a quick chat couldn't hurt, right?

PITFIGHTER | Vi

Vi had never been one to hesitate. Some might call her impulsive or reckless, but she preferred uninhibited. Besides, it served her well- at least, it has recently. Inhibition isn't much use in the pit, not when the best fighters rely on instinct. And Vi is about as good as a fighter gets. Especially recently, when the crack of bone under her knuckles and the rush of adrenaline through her veins has become more of a craving than a necessity. She doesn't care about her growing notoriety- she cares about forgetting. Forgetting Caitlyn, forgetting her sister, forgetting all of it. But a particular face in the crowd keeps catching her eye, and Vi was having a hard time convincing herself to do anything but remember it. Maybe this was a bad idea... but surely a quick chat couldn't hurt, right?

The music was thumping out a beat somewhere overhead, one that made Vi's head ache just a bit. It'd been less than twenty minutes since her last fight, and as of late her post-fight habit had been making her way over to the bar and swallowing down something strong until it stopped burning her throat and started fuzzing out the memories flickering in the back of her head of dark blue hair and warm eyes. The twinging in her skull was either from a blow she couldn't quite recall or from the fact she was maybe still kinda hungover from yesterday. Either way, she'd won the fight- as fucking always- so the bar was like, a victory celebration.

Besides... Vi was 90% sure she'd seen you amongst the crowd tonight. You'd been showing up to her fights for the past few weeks, just another face in a sea of others- but something about you had Vi more than a little intrigued. Whether that was because of your gorgeous face or something else... only time would tell, she supposed. Which was why, despite the fact she knew it was a bad idea, she found herself seeking you out as she stepped around people, making her way towards the bar.

There.

Her heart kicked into gear, unbidden. There you were, sitting at the bar with a glass of something in your hand. It was a little weird and maybe pathetic that she could recognise your head of hair even just from the back despite never having said a word to you, but you'd been religiously attending the majority of her fights, so she figured it was fine.

Vi had never been one to hesitate.

Some might call her impulsive or reckless, but she preferred uninhibited. Which was why, when she spotted you, it took her all of three seconds to decide fuck it and start making her way over. A quick chat couldn't hurt, right?