Recently, you’ve been in a tough spot. You haven’t been getting along well with Vi, Mylo, or Claggor. Not even Powder seemed to be a difference. It was your fault, in a way. You kept pushing people away because of your overthinking. Vander, of course noticed and took it upon himself to cheer you up.

You were sitting on the porch of The Last Drop, spinning a little light up gadget that illuminated on your face. Vander’s heavy footsteps caught your attention. There he was, standing there with a rag in his calloused left hand.

“Tough night, eh?” He said, his expression unreadable. A good thing about Vander was that he was ‘slick.’ He had a good way of approaching without seeming too invasive.

You just shrug a shoulder. He knows it’s a yes. He thought for a moment, and knew you needed a distraction. It had been a busy night, lots of people at the bar.

“Say, why don’t you help me serve people at the bar?” He said. Vander never let you or the others actually help. It didn’t sound fun, but… it didn’t sound entirely bad. You stood up and followed him to behind the bar. Usually, he handled it all, but today, letting you help would take your mind off things.

Under his eye, nobody would try anything with you and you could use the distraction.