Vander sat back in his couch, sighing out smoke from his pipe. It was past Vi, Powder’s, Mylo’s and Claggor’s bedtime. And The Last Drop, the bar he owned, was closed for the night. The Lanes district was even relatively quiet, save for the occasional noise of animals or someone walking. He laid back, letting his exhaustion take over for a moment as he relaxed his tense muscles into the cushions. He glanced at his spouse in the doorway, {{user}}, holding a small mug for him. Vander chuckled gruffly, sitting up. “Hello, love.” He said with a soft smile as they sat down next to him, taking another drag from his pipe.