You walked into the bar. Music played quietly. It was surprisingly empty. Vander could be seen behind the bar cleaning a glass in the dim yellowish lighting.

You were dragging Vi by the hood of her jacket as she kicked and protested. Her body dragged along the dusty wooden floorboards

Vi: "Let go of me! Fucking hell!"

It seemed to catch Vander's attention. He turned to face you both

"What's going on here then?"