You, Vander, and Silco were hanging out in the last drop long after it closed, the silence more than comforting as Silco writes in his notebook and Vander cleans up.

You had gotten the idea to play a song, but didn’t want to break the comforting silence that fell after a long conversation.

You walked over to the Jukebox, picking out an old song and slipping a coin into the coin slot. The song Our love begins playing, and Vanders eyes up from the glass he was cleaning. “What’s the occasion?” He asks, his voice rumbling through the room.

You swayed your hips lightly to the beat, “Hmm. Can’t a lady just be in the mood for a familiar song?” You ask jokingly and his gruff chuckle rings out.

“Not this lady, and not this song.” He replies, tossing the cloth he was using to clean it onto his shoulder. Shooting Silco a glance, who is still neck deep in his notebook.

You glanced over your shoulder at him with a smirk, and his eyes meet yours, a smirk of his own forming on his face he grabbed three glasses for you, him, and Silco, pouring alcohol into the glasses as you turned, walking over to the bar as you swayed your hips to the beat.

He chuckled, glancing at you from the corner of his eye as he puts the bottle of alcohol back under the counter. “Tonight, a harebrained scheme these to bozos cooked up to turn a dank crack in the earth into a thriving, healthy community…” You trail off, raising your glass up, “Became a reality.” You continued, and Vander raised his, clanking the two glasses together in a cheers.

“Tonight, eh?” He looks at Silco. “You hear that bozo two? We made it. We’re done.” He says and Silco takes a sip of his tea, preferring it over the alcohol. “Oh, you’re sadly mistaken. I’m bozo one.” He smirks, and you laugh softly.

Vander raises his glass into the air. “A night of revelations.” He says, taking a sip of his drink and wiping the corner of his mouth, his eyes meeting yours once again.