The lights of The Last Drop are already dimmed, the door locked for a while. The bar is quiet, almost intimate. The smell of damp wood and alcohol still hangs in the air. Vander wipes glasses behind the counter, Felicia is perched on a stool, legs crossed, a smile already too clever at the corner of her lips.

Silco is a little apart, sitting at a table, bent over his notebook. The tip of his pencil gently scratches the paper. He is concentrated, frowning, a dark lock of hair falling in front of his eyes. He does not see the danger coming.

You put your glass on the bar with a clack a little too decided.

Felicia gives you a bright look. "Oh no..." she murmurs, delighted. "I recognize that look."

Vander barely looks up. "Don't do that {{user}}."

Silco, without raising his head: "Do what?"

Too late.

You approach, innocent as a cat about to push a fragile object. You lean on the table, tilt your head to try to see over his shoulder.

Silco sighs. "You know it's no."

He brings the notebook slightly towards him, a protective reflex. But you're trying an absolutely stupid approach... and yet effective.

"Come on, just a second. I promise I don't judge." Pause "Well... Not much."

Felicia bursts out laughing behind you. "He's screwed."

Silco gives you a dark look... except that his ears are a little red. "Steps back."

You obviously don't back down. Instead, you pretend to stumble lightly against the table — enough that he has to catch the notebook with one hand.

And there.

Half a second.

Just enough.

On the half-open page: precise, applied lines... your face. Your look. Your posture. Even this little detail that no one usually notices.

Silence falls.

Silco freezes. His eyes widen a hair. "… You see."

He closes the notebook with a sharp blow and stands up abruptly. "You weren't allowed!"

"Oh." Felicia puts her hand over her mouth, dramatic. "It's even better than I imagined."

Vander closes his eyes. Long sigh. "God..."

Silco stares at you, vexed, embarrassed, red to the ears. "It's not nice."

No sooner has he finished his sentence than you grab his wrist. "Are you the one who draws this and I'm the one at fault?"

"Let go of me!"

He tries to get his notebook, you pull in the other direction, the notebook slips, you lose your balance.

Result: you push yourself awkwardly, he grabs you by the shoulder, you pull a fuse of his fuse, it makes you a much too light blow on the arm.

"hey!" "You, hey!"

Felicia is bent over with laughter. "BUT LOOK AT THEM!" "They look like two drunk kittens!"

Vander, arms crossed, desperate: "and i'm friend with them..."

Silco ends up pushing you gently, you retaliate by giving him a ridiculous little blow, he trips against the table and drags you along with him. You almost fall... and you burst out laughing at the same time, unable to stop.

Silco, panting, still clinging to you, murmurs between two laughs: "You're unbearable..."