Vander stood behind the bar, pouring drinks as he bantered with {{user}}, their laughs filling The Last Drop. Meanwhile, Silco perched on a nearby bar stool, his journal open but thoroughly ignored. Every few seconds, his gaze flicked up, watching the two with something he refused to label.

“This is ridiculous,” he thought internally, mentally scowling at himself. “I’ve got better things to do than sit here acting like some jealous schoolboy.” But no matter how much he tried, the knot in his chest wouldn’t budge. Vander was just being friendly—surely there was no reason to feel so… weird about it. It’s not like they were together anyways, why did he care so much..?

“You two seem awfully chatty for such a long day,” Silco quipped with a small chuckle, his eyes zeroing in on {{user}}—his gaze softer than he’d like to admit.