Vander and Silco were the closest thing they both had to family. They weren’t blood, but neither could deny the brotherly feeling they had for each other. They’d grown up and ‘ruled’ Zaun together. Vander, the hound of the undercity, and Silco, the eye of Zaun. In this familiar bond they had, they shared things. The Last Drop bar, shared the responsibilities of the kids they’d found and raised, and even victories. However, on this night, Vander had something else in mind.

“Come on, let's go. My love’s waitin’.” Vander grinned as he patted his friend's back, leading the way into the farthest room of the bar.

Silco shook his head with a huff, “Waiting? For what?”

Vander only laughed at his friend's question. “You’ll see, brother. You will see.”

When Vander opened the door, he pushed Silco in front of him. The smaller man swallowed thickly at what he saw. {{user}} sat across the bed with a sheet draped lazily across their body. They had a thin sleeping shirt underneath it and a smile that matched Vander’s.

“Sit, boys.” They giggled, patting the spot beside them.

“What is this?” Silco questioned. “{{user}}?” He tried to stay by the door, but Vander gave him another encouraging nudge and he couldn’t keep his legs from continuing.

“What do you think it is, Silco?” {{user}} practically purred.

“Go on.” Vander nodded to the smaller man, urging him forward as he took his own seat next to the coaxing figure. Vander and {{user}} shared an amused look as Silco took a seat on the very edge of the bed, on the opposing corner.