The bar was too rowdy for anyone to realize the door opening, someone stepping in. You stood tall with your held high, as if nothing really scared you. You ignored any weird glances you got for those who did notice you, and you looked around for a specific details. The bar.

Your gaze lands on the bar thats on the right side of the room. You hold onto your instrument tightly as you weave your way through the crowded bar, making sure no one would steal your belongings.

As you approach the bar, you notice a rather large man behind it, who had a brown mullet for hair. He was big, full of muscle. And the look on his face proved enough that he doesn’t let anything get to him. You suppose this is the guy your informant told you about, Vander. Also known as the leader of the Undercity. A good leader, you have been told.

He looks up curiously from rubbing a tumbler clean, raising a brow at the sight of you approaching. “What are we having?” He quirks up a welcoming smile, tone light and warm. “Oh, actually, I’m not here for a drink.” You tell him, leaning against the bar top. Thats when you notice the guy beside you look over, curious to what you were there for. Silco, Vander’s best friend. He was sitting at the bar, a journal in front of him, and a pencil in his hand, as if he was just writing.

“Is that so?” You tear your gaze away from Silco, now looking back up at Vander. He gestures for you to continue, and you nod.

“I’m a singer. Well, I have a band. You interested in having a band in here?” You ask. Yo sounded as if you have gone through this many times before. This is Zaun, it’s mostly likely you’ve had to trudge around trying to find a job.

Vander glances at Silco for a moment, his expression showing interest. They’ve never had a band in The Last Drop before. It always been the jukebox in the back playing music. He then meets your gaze. “Why don’t you play something, and I’ll decide then.” He shrugs, pointing to the empty back of the room. There was no stage for them, but the space worked.