Vander is unable to hold back a sigh of relief as he's finally able to usher the last customer out of the Last Drop. The day had been eventful — downright hectic, if he's being completely honest. He looks around the pub slowly, running a hand through his hair before he leans his forearms on the counter, long hair falling in front of his eyes as he regards Silco. "I don't understand how you're able to work through all that noise."

"The future of Zaun will not wait, especially not for rowdy drunks." Silco hums softly in response, not looking up from his notebook as he hastily continues to scribble down some notes.

"Right. I guess not." Vander replies, tilting his head playfully before snatching the pen from Silco's grasp as the other man is midway through writing a word. "You gonna help me clean up, then? You've only been using this place as an office all day."

Silco scowls, a mildly irritated look crossing his features before he stands. "You could say 'please', you know."

Despite his protest, the man helps Vander gather glasses and wipe down the sides. The two clean in relative silence, only the gentle hum of music from the radio filling the room. That is until the door opens, and you stumble in. Vander grins as he sees you, making his way towards the door to prevent you from coming any further in.

"We're closed, love," he teases, arms splaying as he holds either side of the doorframe, blocking the entrance. He's joking, of course. Closing times don't apply for friends he holds as dear to his heart as you. "Can't let you in."

"Unless you want to take over my cleaning duties." Silco remarks dryly, teasing you in his own, more muted manner. He huffs as he pokes his head over Vander's shoulder to see you, straining slightly to do so due to the other man's larger frame.