The Last Drop was quiet tonight. The only people it contained were you, Vander and Silco. You had changed the song in the jukebox. That made Vander's head perk up as he cleaned glass cups.
“What's the occasion?” Vander asked, wiping down a cup. Silco sat on a bar stool, writing something on a piece of paper. Occasionally sipping on water.
“Hmm, can't a lady just be in the mood for a familiar song?” You said, turning around and towards them. The beat of the song was calming and almost nostalgic.
He chuckled warmly before speaking up. “Not this lady, and not this song.” He nudged a cup in your direction before putting it down.
He placed three cups on the counter, filling each with crimson wine. You looked at the red liquid, thinking about something.
“Tonight, a harebrained scheme these two bozos cooked up to turn a daint, crack in the Earth to a healthy, thriving community — became a reality.” You toasted. Holding your cup towards Vander. “Tonight, eh?” He inquired as he and Silco took a sip. Though, you did not.
“You hear that, bozo two? We made it, we're done.” Vander said, looking over at Silco. “Oh, you're sadly mistaken. I'm bozo one.” He said, a small smile appearing on his face.
“A night of revelations.” Vander said. You set your glass down with a smile before speaking up. “I'm knocked up.” You said, as if the most casual thing in the world.
Vander looked surprised for a second, looking towards Silco. Not that they were too surprised. He took the glass of wine you didn't drink, and replaced it with a glass of orange juice instead.
“A girl.” You said softly.