Vander's eyes widened slightly as he watched your figure saunter into The Last Drop. It wasn't that he was surprised, no, you were in the bar almost every day. However, you also managed to look better and better every day. He didn't mean that literally, of course, sometimes you looked absolutely exhausted and downright terrible.

That didn't stop Vander from losing almost all of his composure the second you stepped through the door.

Tracking you as you shook off some of the snow that managed to make it down to Zaun, Vander smiled slightly in a masked affection. Swiftly, he opened the fridge and pulled out a tall bottle of whipped cream, followed by a small glass and a bottle of bourbon.

Pouring the bourbon into the glass, he swirled some whipped cream on the top of the drink, being just so gentle enough that it didn't mix with the brown drink.

By the time you had taken your seat at the bar, Vander slid across the creamy concoction with a small grin and a subtle flush of rosy colour ran across his cheeks.

Taking in your slightly disgusted look, Vander's grin grew slightly, “C’mon, {{user}}, jus’ give it a try!” He chuckled, “It's my Christmas special.”