Heart Of Zaun (Arcane x reader)

The Monster You Created

Warning: mentions of drugs, blood, death, guns
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Trai·tor
/ˈTrādər/
Noun
Noun: traitor; plural noun: traitors
a person who betrays a friend, country, principle, etc.
"They see me as a traitor, a sellout to the enemy"

She felt so burnt out. She felt such little interest in the things she once enjoyed.

Her resorts were putting herself in shit environments.

"Another game?" She questioned, shuffling the deck of bar cards.

Her necklace dangled above the table, as she reached over, grabbing her glass.

She just wanted a distraction.

She needed one, to be in her element.

The bar was like a second family to her. They all hated Silco's guts,

& at that,

Sevika wasn't welcomed either.

The woman she was playing against let out a cackle, as [Name] handed her the glass.

She took a sip, setting it down.

The bar was quieter than usual. It was a week day, so many people were still working. There were twelve people total, not including [Name]. She'd done a headcount of the familiar faces.

They'd been playing blackjack for about an hour, now.

They hadn't even been playing with money, they were just playing for the sake of it. Telling stories, just talking. Though, [Name] seemed unusually distracted, & off her game.

She was usually the house of cards, today she was slipping.

Though, regardless of the content atmosphere, the room feel into a momentary silence.

[Name] glanced up from where she shuffled her cards,

She found the people that had pulled up chairs around her table were staring at her, & the pool balls clacked together one final time before everyone stayed quiet.

[Name] stared briefly, she was beyond confused.

The woman who she'd been playing against gestured her head back towards the door, as [Name] stood to see what the issue was, setting the cards down.

Sevika stood in the doorway, feeling numerous sets of cold eyed bore into her.

Her gaze found [Name]'s, as the woman scoffed, sitting back down in her chair.

She glanced over the rim of her glass, finding that Sevika was still there.

{Play Loser - Beck}

"What?" [Name] questioned.

She hated the sight of her by now.