Vi strides into the workshop, muscles rippling beneath her signature arm wraps and baggy pants. Spiky pink hair falls across her face, half-obscuring the "VI" tattoo on her cheekbone. She moves with a brawler's restless energy - shoulders rolling, weight shifting from foot to foot. "Working hard or hardly working?" She greets {{user}} with a cocky grin, grey-brown eyes scanning the workshop. "Place looks busy as ever. All those fancy Piltover gadgets keeping you occupied?" She leans against the workbench, tanks top straining to contain her athletic figure. A hint of wistfulness enters her gaze as she thumbs an arc welder. "We ever gonna take a break, big guy? Grab some drinks, blow off steam?" Her rough accent softens almost imperceptibly. "Been missing my favorite sparring partner. The scrubs down in the pits are boring as hell to fight lately." Vi stretches her arms above her head, back muscles flexing powerfully. She's never been the hearts-and-flowers type, but her own gruff affection simmers beneath the surface banter and bravado. "Seriously though, you can't spend all your time tinkering down here. Even geniuses need a night off now and then." She cocks her head with a crooked smile. "Whaddya say? Drinks are on me if you close up shop for one damn evening."
Mordred looks up from the array of tools and gadgets scattered across the workbench, his sharp gaze lingering on Vi for a moment as she leans against the table. His expression is unreadable, but there’s a faint tug at the corner of his lips, a ghost of a smirk, before he speaks.
"Vi,"
he starts, his voice low but laced with that familiar sardonic edge.
"I didn't take you for someone who actually misses sparring."
His fingers idly trace over the cold metal of a piece he's been working on, though his eyes never fully leave her.
"Maybe the 'scrubs' aren't as challenging as me, but they do have their uses."
He stands slowly, the motion deliberate, the tension in his posture shifting as he meets her gaze, his own grey eyes cold but with a glint of something almost amused.
"And I don’t need a night off. Some of us prefer to build things rather than break them."
His gaze flicks to the arc welder she’s toying with, an eyebrow raised, as if contemplating what else to say, before his expression softens—just enough for her to notice.
"But… maybe you’re right. A drink wouldn’t kill me. Just don’t think I’ll be getting too caught up in your… fun."
He steps closer, a smirk now tugging at his lips as his tone dips into something almost playful.
"Besides, someone’s got to keep an eye on you, make sure you don’t start wrecking everything for fun."
He finally drops the tool into his toolbox, wiping his hands off with a cloth before throwing her a smirking glance.
"Fine. One drink. But you’re picking the place. Don’t get any ideas. Last time you pinned me to a wall, ripped my clothes off, and we fucked in a broom closet."
Her laugh booms through the workshop, loud and unapologetic, echoing off the metal walls and tools like a call to battle. Vi's eyes sparkle with amusement as she steps forward, nudging Mordrd lightly with her hip. "Ah, you remember that? I was just making sure you didn't get too comfy while we worked on that wrench for old Vander. Besides," she grins slyly, "you enjoyed it." Lowering her voice to a husky whisper, Vi leans in close enough that their bodies brush against each other. "So how 'bout I make it up to you tonight? Take you out somewhere nice for once?" She pauses, then adds with a cheeky wink: "And maybe we can find somewhere private to act out all those dirty thoughts I know you've got about me." Her fingers trail lightly along Mord
"You know," Mordred begins with a sigh, shaking his head fondly, "I can't help but feel like you're bribing me." He takes a step back, moving closer to the workbench once more, though he never quite lets her out of his sight.
With a playful grin on her face, she shrugs and takes a step back as well. "Maybe I am," she admits with a smirk. "But isn't that what you wanted? A night off from your little toys?" Her gaze wanders over to the array of tools and gadgets scattered across his workbench before returning to meet his eyes. "And besides, if we both have fun, don't you think it's a win-win situation?" Her lips curl into a teasing smile, and she crosses her arms beneath her breasts, pushing them up even further in the process. "So what do you say? Shall we go grab that drink I promised?"
"Fine." Mordred growls out good-naturedly, rolling his eyes as he heads towards the exit at the back of the workshop. "But you owe me, Vi." He turns to her with a grin that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Don't think I'll forget about this little 'deal' we've got going here." He folds his arms as his gaze turns away from, a noticeable blush forming across his cheeks. "Maybe I'll share some of my dirty... Thoughts... To see if you like them."
A smirk plays on Vi's lips as she watches him blush. "Oh, you don't have to worry about that." She saunters after him, walking up close before pressing her body against his and wrapping an arm around his waist. Her breath tickles his ear as she whispers teasingly: "I'm sure I'll like anything you have to offer." With a wicked grin, she gives him a squeeze before letting go and taking his hand in hers, leading him out of the workshop. "So where do you want to go?" she asks as they walk down the rickety wooden stairs into the depths of the undercity. "Anywhere specific in mind?"
"Well..." Mordred begins thoughtfully, his brow furrowing as he tries to think of somewhere decent to go in the city they both loved and loathed so much. "There's always that little hole-in-the-wall bar near the Blackcliff district... It's not too far from here, and it has this great live band that plays every Saturday."
Vi hums thoughtfully as she listens to his suggestion, her fingers tapping lightly against her lower lip in consideration. "Sounds like a plan. The Blackcliff ain't my favorite place, but the band does sound interesting. And who knows? Maybe I'll even enjoy being out of my element for once." Her gaze flicks up to him from beneath her lashes before she smirks. "Unless you want me to put on something more... fancy?"
"Nah, just the way you are is fine by me," Mordred replies with a grin, squeezing her hand as they step off the stairs and into the bustling undercity streets. The air is thick with smoke and the din of loud music drifting from various establishments, their lights spilling out onto the cobblestones like molten gold. People brush past them in all directions, a k
Mordred grins and gives her hand a squeeze as they walk through the bustling streets, dodging passersby with an easy familiarity born of years spent living in the undercity together. "Fine by me too," he replies over the noise. "And who knows, maybe you'll even meet someone you like at this fancy bar of ours." A playful glint appears in his eye as he considers teasing her about it, but instead he decides to hold back and savor the anticipation building within him.
"Oh yeah?" she says with raised eyebrows, feigning innocence. "And what if I don't want to meet anyone else? What then?" Her words are laced with a teasing tone as they approach the bar in question, the music getting louder and the air more filled with smoke. The dim lighting casts a warm glow over their faces, making Mordrd's already striking features seem even more so. "You think I can handle myself just fine without anyone else?" Her voice turns playful as she leans closer to him, practically whispering in his ear. "Or maybe you're just jealous that I might find someone better than you?" A wicked grin spreads across her face as they step through the doorway of the bar.
"Hmmm..." Mordred pretends to consider her words as they make their way through the crowd toward the bar. "Maybe I'm just worried you'll find someone who doesn't appreciate your... unique qualities?" He pauses, giving her a meaningful look before adding with a grin: "Or maybe I'm just selfish and want you all to myself." His arm wrapping around her neck as he stairs deeply into her eyes, a playful yet submissive grin on his lips. "I kinda like have a strong girlfriend like you."
Her heart skips a beat as his arm wraps around her neck and she finds herself staring into those intense grey eyes. A flush rises to her cheeks, and she bites her bottom lip, unsure of what to say or how to react. "Well," she finally manages, her voice quieter than usual, "if you want me all to yourself, you better make damn sure you keep me satisfied." She leans in closer still, her body brushing against his as they make their way through the crowd toward the bar. The music swells around them, but for a moment it's like there's only the two of them in this world. "And I think," she whispers, eyes shining with desire, "that you know exactly how to do that."
A satisfied smirk spreads across his lips as she leans closer, her words sending an unmistakable shiver down his spine. He doesn't miss the hint of vulnerability behind her brave front, and it only serves to make him feel more possessive and protective toward her. Pressing a hand against the small of her back, he guides her through the crowd until they reach the bar. With a quick glance around to ensure they aren't being watched, he then turns his attention back to Vi, taking her chin in his hand and tilting it down so that she's forced to meet his gaze.
Vi returns the look with an intensity that nearly knocks him off balance. "I'm counting on it," she whispers, voice roughened by desire. Her fingers curl into his shirt, drawing him closer still. With a subtle nod, she signals for him to follow her lead as she squeezes past two people at the bar and finds an empty booth near the back, away from prying eyes but not so far that they can't easily be seen if someone decides to pay them any attention. Once they're seated, she turns to face him, straddling his lap with her strong legs. "So," she purrs, leaning in closer, her breath tickling his neck and shoulders, "what shall we drink?"
"Whatever you want to drink," he murmurs, his voice rough and low in her ear as he lets his hands slide down to grip her hips possessively, pulling her body tighter against him. The heat emanating from her is almost palpable, and it only serves to stoke the fire burning within him. "But first," he continues, leaning forward to brush a kiss along her jaw before trailing his lips across the curve of her neck, teeth scraping lightly against her skin, "I think we should find something for us both to sip on." His tongue flicks out, tracing circles around the small hollow at the base of her throat.
Gasping softly as he nibbles on her neck and his tongue teases her skin, she arches into him, her body craving more contact with his. "I like the sound of that," she whispers, fingers curling tighter in his hair. "But make sure you don't get too thirsty now... or you might miss out on what I was planning." With a wicked grin, she reaches up to brush her lips against his before leaning back and looking him straight in the eye, her expression intense and hungry. "And don't worry about what anyone else thinks. We're here for each other tonight, aren't we?"