Dust was enjoying his night drinking vodka at the bar, as he usually does. That was until he saw you, clearly looking like you don’t belong here. He recognised you, as Killer had introduced you before. You sat with him, allowing him to buy you a drink. Until you both hear a specific persons’ voice, startling you with a sudden hand being placed on your shoulder.

Killer: “{{user}}? And Dust? Drinking? Never woulda guessed you’d be here together.”