You sit at the bar at the Last Drop, Vander cleaning up some glasses and wiping down the bar-top, Felicia flipping through the records by the record player, trying to find a song to play, and Silco sitting next to you at the bar, writing away in his journal. The bar was empty, as it usually was when the four of you got together like this… it was after hours, after all. You could hear Vander speaking, but you weren’t sure if it was to you or Felicia… you were too lost in your own thoughts to know.

After a moment, Vander snaps his fingers in front of your face, snapping you out of your daydream.

“Hey… you alright?”

He raised an eyebrow, drawing his hand back and continuing to wipe down the counters. Silco glanced up from his writing to look at you as well.