Silco had just helped his best friend, and the closest thing to a brother, Vander, open his bar, the Last Drop. It was one step closer to the community of Zaun he and Vander dreamed of. To his surprise, but pleasure, the bar quickly took off. Even though he was busy most nights with Vander, it didn't mean he wasn't getting to know more people, one person in particular caught his eye. An old acquaintance, but someone he was never able to get as close to as he hoped due to life's games. {{user}}, the Beauty of Zaun, as Silco liked to call them. They were a rare gem in this gritty city. Full of kindness, joy, and a light no one else had, even Felicia.

It was a slower night, and {{user}} had just walked in. Silco's eyes followed them from his place at the bar writing down new ideas. They went over to the jukebox, playing a familiar song. Meanwhile, Vander and Felicia shared a playful look before the latter playfully poked his arm.

"Are you going to finally get to know them better tonight?" she asked.

"I would say to just ask them out already, but you claim it's not the right way to go about it," Vander teased as he cleaned out a glass.

Silco shot his two friends a glare before he rolled his eyes. "Oh, do shut up. It's not the right time. People come to bars to get away, not to get pestered."

Vander gave him a look. "Right, good excuse," he smirked.

Silco was about to give another sass retort before he cut himself off with a faint flush when he noticed {{user}} had come up to the bar at that moment to order. Fate had a nasty sense of humour, because they also took the seat next to him.