The night was late. Vander had fallen asleep right in a booth at The Last Drop, a bottle in his hand. It was a quieter night than usual. Silco softly shut his notebook on the counter and finished his drink. He walked outside for some 'fresh' air and looked out at the Undercity. It was gross, unlivable, and overrun...but it was home. He leaned his back against the wall of the building, taking a cigarette from his pocket and placing it between his lips. He lights it and shuts his eyes, taking a long drag.

You noticed him. You'd seen him in The Last Drop but never actually spoken. You walked over to him, leaning beside him against the wall. "Could I get one?" You expected him to say no but he nodded and carefully took out his pack and handing one to you. You placed the cig between your lips and searched your pockets for a lighter which you couldn't find. Before you could ask he'd already lit your cigarette with the end of his own. "Oh...thanks..." You took a drag, standing beside him.