Chapter Text
Making a Difference
It was late summer. And for a city built beneath another, Zaun's heat had a big impact on people's lives. Vander would say with confidence that summer was an example of why something bad, sometimes meant something good.
Enforcers clothes were made to be used Topside, it was made from one of the heaviest wools of Runeterra, imported directly from Ionia and painted with a blue ink manufactured in Zaun, that way, few had the will to patrol any part of the city in the hottest days. And that was why the Lanes district, the biggest of Zaun was filled to the brim.
Inside the Last Drop, the main bar of the city, a girl ran while laughing. She ducked behind the counter and tried to hide with a hand over her mouth, stifling the laughter that tried to escape.
Vander looked down at his legs with a smile on his face, the blue-haired girl who was breathing hard like she just ran a marathon whispered to him, "Say that I went to Vi's room, please!"
He touched her head with his left hand, looked at her, and was about to reply when the sound of a chair falling echoed in the room. Vander looked at the scene where a boy, who apologized to a customer with a red face lifted the chair.
The boy with a toy gun filled with water in his hands, looked around, trying to find something. And that was when his eyes met Vander's on the opposite side of the room. With a serious face on his face, the boy walked over, put his gun on the table and asked, "Where's Powder?".
Vander, with someone punching his shin, replied, "You lost her again, Atlas?"
With an exasperated look on his face, the boy replied as he took the gun from the counter and pointed at him, "Look at my shirt, Dad! She just exploded one of her monkey toys in my room and it's gonna take a week to clean it up."
Now that he looked properly, Vander noticed the boy's clothes with traces of pink and blue. He raised his hands in defense with a smile on his face, "Maybe she's cleaning the room?"
Before he could even laugh, water hit Vander in the face and soaked all his clothes. The toy gun seemed so simple, but when the trigger was pulled by Atlas, it made a gear-clattering noise and poured water with some pressure all over the counter, wetting the three drinks he was making, and even a little on the girl who was hiding under himself.
Now with wet hair, Powder, who was still sitting down, let out a shriek that was heard by the boy with gun still in his hand. In one swift movement, the boy jumped the counter and pointed the gun at her.
Vander tired of the banter between the two, grabbed the gun with one hand and said, "You've already ruined my drinks and her hair, I think you're even, right?".
With both arms now restrained by Vander, Atlas glared at Powder and said, "Make her clean my room, then we are even!"
With a sigh, Vander replied, "Are you going to clean up all this mess you've made?"
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"Unfamiliar ceiling." I muttered, staring at a room that went from pink to blue and in between, with some light that got through a curtained window, that had weird monkeys on it. Looking to my right, I saw a bed, where a girl with pink hair slept.
I blinked.
"What?" I asked, more on edge than before.
That wasn't my voice.
I turned sideways, almost falling in the process. My bed was a bunk bed, and there was definitely someone underneath me who muttered something. With only one window in the room and no light on, it was pretty dark.
At the end of the bed, there was a little ladder that I used to get down, trying my best to keep quiet.
Going one hand at a time to go down, I was close to the floor when I went still.
That wasn't my hand. My heart went faster, I couldn't hear anything, and my legs were really weird.
The last thing I heard was something smashing the floor.