SUMMARY: When Vander hires a new bartender to work at The Last Drop, Vi can't help but be awestruck by her.
WARNINGS: cursing, mentions of alcohol.
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"Vander, please, I really need this job. Can't you just cut me a little slack, please?"
The man before you sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"I've told you this multiple times, Y/N. You're a kid, i'm not going to have you work in a bar at your age. You'll have to find someplace else."
"Shit, Vander, I haven't been a kid since I had to start taking care of my family by myself. I'm sure you know what that's like."
Vander let out an annoyed breath through his nose, rubbing his hand along his beard in frustration.
"Fine. You can work behind the bar, but you will touch nothing. Got it? No drinking, you can only pour things, alright?"
You grinned up at him.
"Yessir!"
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You stood behind the bar with Vander, wiping down some drink that had spilled with a damp rag, absent-mindedly singing quietly along to a song the record machine was playing.
"Oh, the misery." You sang, although it was under your breath and was drowned out by the noise of the bar.
"Everybody wants to be my enemy." You softly bobbed your head to the best that played along with the song.
"Spare the sympathy." You weren't the best singer out there, atleast not compared to the music artists up in Piltover.
"Everybody wants to be my enemy."
Your mini little self concert was interrupted, however, when the doors to The Last Drop opened rather loudly, revealing a group of four kids, all relatively around your age, aside from the blue haired little girl.
Just as you were about to tell them that you couldn't serve alcohol to minors, Vander let out a disappointed sigh, and walked out from behind the bar, approaching the kids.
He spoke softly and sternly to all of them, probably scolding them all about whatever mess they had gotten to.
It was then you realized that these were Vanders kids that everyone seemed to mention, and most of the time, it wasn't in the best of light.
The man spoke to a girl with pink hair that was slicked back out of her face, and was shaved on one side. He was gesturing to the other kids around her, before he shook his head, and walked away, disappearing into the crowd of the bar.
All of the kids had guilty looks on their faces, and they all approached the bar and sat down.
"Well, that could've gone better." The scrawny boy with spiked hair said.
A chubby boy with a soft looking face and goggles on his head just sighed.
"Don't, Mylo. Just don't."
You watched them silently, subconsciously trying to blend in with the alcohol bottles behind you.
Hey, teenagers are mean.
The girl with pink hair glanced up at you, and her eyes widened a fraction.
Then, she cleared her throat, regaining her hopefully unnoticeable lost composure.
"Who the hell are you?" She asked.
You stiffened as her words brought the attention of the other kids on you, and you laughed nervously.
"Uh, Vander hired me yesterday."
Mylo, the kid with spiked hair, raised an eyebrow.
"Aren't you like, the same age as us? You look like a kid."
You scratched the back of your neck awkwardly.
"Yeah, but I needed money, and my family has known Vander for awhile, so..."
You all sat or stood around in awkward silence for a moment, before the pink haired girl spoke.
"So, what's your name? Mines Vi-" she motioned to the little girl next to her. "-This is Powder, my sister." And then she pointed her thumb to the two boys. "And that's Mylo and Claggor."
You sent a nervous wave. "My name's Y/N."
Vi hummed, leaning against her hand and staring at you with an unidentifiable look on her face.
Powder glanced at her sister, then at you, then back at her sister
Mylo deadpanned at the girl.
He coughed into his fist.
"Gay."
She then smacked him harshly on the back of his head, letting his face smack against the bar counter, all while staring at you.
~~~
A few days later, you were gathering empty glasses from tables around the bar, when you suddenly saw Vi stop Infront of you, making you flinch and almost drop the cups.
"Need help?" She asked.
You hesitated, glancing down at your arms that were filled with cups.
You looked up at her, giving her a tentative smile.
"Sure."
She almost seemed eager to take most of them out of your hands, her fingers barley brushing against your forearm.
Vi felt her skin tingle despite the almost non-existent contact, but she kept on and brought the glasses behind the counter to be cleaned.
As you set the ones you were holding down, Vi turned to you while leaning her back against the bar.
"Hey, can I ask you a question?"
You side eyed her, before nodding.
"Are you, y'know-" she let her right wrist fall limp.
Your eyebrows furrowed, not understanding what she meant.
"What do you mean am I-" you mimicked the gesture.
She groaned softly.
"Do you like girls?"
You shrugged.
"Well, I mean, yeah. A lot of my friends are girls."
Vi let out an even louder groan, running her hands down her face, before grabbing you by the shoulders.
"Are you gay? Do you like to kiss women?"
Every word she spoke was enunciated, and you let out a soft laugh.
"Uh, yeah, I'm gay. I'm not labeled, though, but I definitely like to kiss women."
Vi let out a sigh of relief. "Good."
Your cheeks grew warm.
"What do you mean 'good?'"
Vi gave a soft chuckle.
"I was worried I was embarrassing myself, but it's good to hear that you're definitely sapphic. I was gonna ask you out sometime, but I just wanted to make sure I wasn't gonna make a complete fool of myself."
"Ask me out?" You stuttered.
She smiled. "Well, yeah, if that's fine with you?"
Never in your life would you have imagined a girl as attractive as she was would ever ask you out, let alone pay attention to you.
You grinned at her.
"Fucking hell yes." You said with a laugh.
Vi grinned back.
"Awesome."
Fluff for you guys before I start up the angst train!
Word count: 1080
Had to republish due to difficulties with Wattpad
