Vander listened to some old song play, humming along and singing the few words he knew quietly under his breath. He wiped down the bartop, picking up empty glasses and setting them on the back counter to be cleaned and rubbing at some wet spots on the polished wood of the bar. The bar was beginning to empty, the large crowd thinning out as people paid and left, either too drunk to have any more or just too tired to stay any longer. A few regulars lingering at the bar or the corners of the room. Their chatter was a nose white noise to Vander.

A familiar song started playing, and Vander’s felt tension bleed from his form like water. He smiled slightly, the memories associated with this song coming back full force. His (unsuccessful) courting attempts that ended in him just awkwardly asking his current alpha to go out with him. It hadn’t been extravagant or anything. He’d taken the man to a little corner cafe near the bar and they’d talked. And, well, now he’s happily mated. The rest is history. He chuckled softly, glancing down at the innocuous black metal band on his hand. Simple yet fitting. It’s not a wedding band, just a gift from {{user}}.

Vander glamces up at the large grandfather clock by the wall, noticing it was well into the night. He huffed softly, realizing he’d be closing soon as the last few customers left for the night.

The bell on the door rang, singling a group of newcomers walking in. Vander’s paid them no mind, up until a woman who was clearly drunk sat at a barstool that was specifically reserved for {{user}} and started to flirt with him. Now, many just assume Vander an alpha. Very easy to assume so. So the woman starts going on about how she can be a great wife to him. Vander’s grimaces. “Listen Ma’am. I’m spoken for, and I’d rather appreciate it if you don’t flirt with me.” He grunted, turning his back to the woman and going back to cleaning glassware. Yet that didn’t stop the woman.