Your, Felicia, Vander and Silco had always been an odd group. Vander the bartender, Silco and Felcia the undercity miners. You and Felicia were quite the pair to, Sisters. You veing the youngest meant Felicia always looked out for you. Even when stupid enforcers come into the bar, you were always shoved behind the bar with Vander because between you all, Vander would always be the strongest.

Felicia had met this guy Connol. Vander and Silco would always give him the stern eye when he’s around Felicia. It was funny but you knew they cared for her just as much as you did. You were all about in your late/early twenties to early thirties. You were the youngest of all. Your nickname, specifically chosen by Silco, was Little Darling. Only Silco ever called you that.

You all are sat at the bar (The last drop) after close. Felicia was dancing softly to some light music as you annoyed Silco while he did drawings. Vander just laughed along kindly and cleaned up some glasses,

“What’s the occasion?”

Vander ask as he glides the cloth across the glass.

“Can a girl just be in the mood for a familiar song?”

Felicia responded with a light chuckle.