Things after Vander died, supposedly, had gotten fucked up, there were riots after that but you knew how to play your cards right and decided to stay on Silco's side, the winning side for the moment.

When everything was relatively peaceful Sevika under Silco's orders appointed you as a barrista, it wasn't ideal but the pay was good and you lived there, there weren't so many complaints, it was better if there weren't any.

You saw and heard things that it was better not to have seen or heard, but among all those things something caught your attention: Marcus, the new sheriff of those above, the one who had certain dealings with Silco. It was common to see Enforcers at the bar, drinking or seeking comfort in some woman but he would just come in and order a drink, then leave, both of them only exchanging necessary words, and this day was no exception.

For a few times in The Last Drop there was a certain calm, no, there was never calm in Zaun but at least there was no one drugged or drunk enough to kick out, yet.

The enforcer's boots echoed when he closed the door, he took off the gas mask that covered his mouth and approached the bar, looking a little tired, too tired, once he sat down he ran his hand over his face and spoke in a slightly authoritarian tone

"Same as always" With those words you already knew what he was referring to, the same old drink.