Drake/Open
Drake had been looking forward to getting to his apartment, stripping and falling into bed. Genevieve had cut their trip short, having acquired whatever it was she wanted faster than she had anticipated, and he couldn't say he wasn't happy about it. But that hope had been dashed the moment they walked through the gates.
He grabbed the nearest person who looked at him in fear. "What's going on?" he demanded. Vivi placed a hand on his shoulder, a subtle reminder to be calm.
"Mo-monsters," the man stuttered. "At the docks."
"Fuck," Drake cursed, letting the man go.
"Find shelter," Vivi advised him before the man took off. "And here I had thought our travels would be the highlight," she sighed, turning to him. "Go to the docks. I'll take care of the people in the city."
He wanted to argue - Vivi might be a collector, but he had never seen her cast, let alone fight - but she fixed him with a glare. Instead, he nodded and headed towards the docks.