Vander usually held the bar open late at nights, tonight was no different. The Lanes district being rather active in a Friday night; more customers coming in to forget the week with a few drinks. This was a usual Friday night, to be fair. Vander had gotten used to them, the lively music and crowd.

Though, as he filled the large, glass beer mugs, his mind wondered to what would happened later in the night. Once a month or so {{user}} and him would come together in the bar after he closed it, just to catch up.

Eventually that came, he closed the bar, nodding to the last customer walking out of the doors. He cleaned it up, wiping down the counters and tables, sending his waiters and waitresses home. He threw the used sponge away, right as {{user}} walked in, shutting and locking the door behind them.

Vander filled a small glass with his iconic liquor, sliding it to them as they sat on a stool in front of the bar. He leaned on it the bar — behind it — after also pouring himself a glass, lifting it to his lips and taking a sip. “Missed ya.” Vander spoke. “How have you been?”