In the Darkest Corners (Vi x Reader)

Chapter 11: Going Down

CONTENT WARNING: EXPLICIT VIOLENCE AND HARRASSMENT.

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OLIVE

Olive had always known that returning to the Undercity would be dangerous, but she hadn't expected it to be this difficult. As Olive stumbled through the dimly lit streets of the undercity, she couldn't help but feel like she might have made the wrong choice. It was hard enough to adjust after just barely grasping onto Vi, and especially Cait, and now that she lost them, she found herself back in the place she had tried so hard to forget. Soon enough, she found herself drinking for hours at The Last Drop more often than not.

She pushed open the doors of the dingy bar again, the stench of alcohol and sweat hitting her like a brick wall as she made her way to the counter. Grint, the familiar bartender, grimaced as she came in. "Your usual?" Olive gave a heavy sigh and nodded, taking a long blink and leaning both arms on the counter. Grint eyed her warily before pouring her a shot of something that looked like it could strip paint off a wall. Olive downed the shot and motioned for another, her mind beginning to cloud. It wasn't long before she had reached that tipping point where all of her struggles seemed to trickle away.

That's when she saw a familiar face and large figure approaching her from across the room. Sevika. Olive clenched her jaw and looked away, hoping and begging that Silo's giant rat was heading for someone else. The thud in the barstool next to her confirmed her fears.

"What do you want?" Olive spat, slightly turning her head to glare at the larger woman. Sevika met her eyes and smirked.

"Same thing as you. To have a drink," she replied smugly. Grint's eyes flicked quickly to Olive before he slid Sevika a drink. Olive's pleading eyes tried to meet his, but he had already looked away and moved across the bar. Olive cursed him in her head, but couldn't blame him for not wanting to get involved. She threw back the rest of her drink and stood up. Unfortunately, Sevika had the upper hand on her, and when Olive stumbled the moment she tried to take a step, Sevika's strong arm shot out and grabbed hers with a firmer grip than Olive would've liked.

"Why don't you take a seat," Sevika suggested in a voice laced with venom and dripping with honey. Olive took a shaky breath and returned to her seat. Last time she had tangled with Sevika, she had had Vi with her, so she felt almost unstoppable; alone, not so much.

"What do you want?" Olive tried to sound confident and forceful. Her voice came out slurred instead.

"Oh, just some company," Sevika replied with a smirk. "But you know, it's no fun to drink alone." She gestured a robotic finger towards Grint, who seemed to gulp before pulling out a drink that looked fairly similar to Sevika's and sliding it to her, who then slid it to Olive. "Drink up." She lit a small cigar and began to smoke. Olive ran her fingers on the rim of the glass, but didn't drink.

"Leave me alone, or you'll be leaving here with one less arm than the last time we crossed paths." Olive's courage had appeared in a surge, but would be quick to fade. Sevika chuckled darkly.

"Oh, come one," she crooned. "If you really meant that, you would've already done it. Or at least, you would have tried," she said. Olive's fickle courage vanished, and her hands grew clammy. A shiver went down her spine.

She tried to muster her courage again. "G-get away from me." Fuck. Her stutter gave her away. She tried to stand again, but Sevika's hand landed on her shoulder before she could even rise from her seat and kept her firmly in place.

"I'm not going to ask you again." Sevika growled. "Drink." Olive gulped and took a nervous sip. If Sevika was going to seek revenge on her now, at least Vi wouldn't be there to see it. But still, she couldn't help but wish that Vi was there. To her surprise, the world stayed relatively in focus, and her head didn't start to spin out of control. She let go of a tightly held breath. Sevika had the nerve to laugh again.