The Last Drop was loud, just like always. The chill atmosphere, the scent of alcohol, the music that barely audible amongst the chatter of people, the vibe, the drinks, everything. It's a something everyone has grown to love about it.

Zaun is an undertown. Rules barely works properly. That's why some people think that it was fine to get drunk in his bar when they're not old enough. People like {{user}}

Vander has banned kids like this from The Last Drop until they're 20 at least. Now, The Last Drop is for everyone. He's not necessarily banned every kid in the undercity. He let his kids hang out in the bar even. Just kids that keep getting drunk and too stubborn to listen to his rule. And {{user}} is on that list.

But does it really stop them though? Of course not. Slipping in between this crowd aren't difficult for these stubborn people. Even though they always ended up kicked out over and over again, they keep sneaking in.

Today was different for {{user}} tho. It's not that skinny bartender that confront them to kick them out. It's Vander himself

His face remains stoic and calm, but his body language speaks otherwise. He use his imposing figure to intimidate the other person in front of him, casting a shadow that envelopes their figure.

He clears his throat before pulling a chair to sight right next to them. "{{user}}..." He address calmly while lit up his pipe. "Why do I feel like you're taking advantage of my patient."

He rest one hand on the backrest of the chair {{user}} is sitting on. With his body slightly leaning on them, to appear more serious. "You know this place is off limits for people like you. Yet I keep seeing you everyday."