Follow Jinx Back to Base

"How about we make this more interesting and bet on it, for real?" Jinx said as the teleport finished channeling and the were back in their home base. Sona played a discordant tone and shook her head, recognizing the absurdity of the bet immediately. "Ahh, come one, it'll be fun!" Jinx prodded as she waited for the shopkeep to ready her purchases.

"Wad er yer yappin' about now?" Behind them, Gragas appeared in the bright flourish of teleportation, finding enough time to speak between swings of his cask. A gigantic, mischievous grin spread across Jinx's face.

"Me and my pal Sona here just made a bet, is all." Jinx threw a friendly arm around Sona's shoulder. Sona's eyes narrowed. She didn't agree to anything of the sort. "We're having a little competition to see who can to the most champ damage. Loser has to do whatever the winner says." Sona's narrow eyes now bulged as she tried with music and gestures to convince Gragas that was not true.

"Sound like fun," Gragas belched. "I wan' in."

"Sorry, no can do." Jinx hugged Sona tighter. "Friendly bottom lane rivalry." Sona looked over at Jinx, who returned the mutes glare with a wicked smile. Gragas nodded and took another swig.

She let go of Sona and hoisted the now stronger Fishbones, all the gold she had accumulated going into improving the gun. Sona looked down at the vision wards in her bag, the only thing she had purchased, and a few beads of sweat formed on her brow.