It was late at night, Vander had closed the bar for a few weeks after the incidents with the Enforcers and the two kids following him home. Now he was just rearranging the bar, making it clean and changing some tables, fixing some chairs and filling up empty bottles. Just typical bartender stuff he needed to do. As the door opened. Quietly just for a second. He looked over to the entry and then it opened again, a woman walked in with a kid behind her legs.

“We’re closed.” Vander said, but you just walked in some more and closed the door quietly behind your son.