(request!!) you're a singer playing at the last drop

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The Last Drop hums low with life.

Smoke curls lazily beneath the ceiling, clinging to rusted beams and flickering lights, the air thick with liquor, oil, and something metallic beneath it all. Glass clinks. Laughter breaks and reforms. Zaun breathes here, loud, defiant, alive despite itself.

Silco watches it all from his usual place.

Seated just beyond the worst of the crowd, one leg crossed, gloved fingers resting against the rim of his glass, he surveys the room with a practiced calm. This is his domain. Every shadow, every deal whispered too close to the walls, every soul foolish enough to think they’re unseen, all of it belongs to him.

Then the music begins.

The room shifts.

Conversation dulls to a murmur as attention pulls toward the small stage. Light catches the edge of the microphone, the worn boards beneath your feet, the way you stand, steady, composed, as if the noise and chaos beyond the footlights cannot reach you.

When you sing, it cuts through the haze.

Your voice isn’t loud, but it doesn’t need to be. It carries, smooth, deliberate, threaded with something raw that draws the room inward instead of pushing against it. Even the most restless patrons grow still, caught somewhere between reverence and reluctance.

Silco doesn’t look away.

He hadn’t planned to be impressed. Zaun offers plenty of noise masquerading as talent. But this, this is control. Presence. The kind that doesn’t demand attention, only claims it.

His eye tracks you with quiet intensity, expression unreadable as the song unfolds. You don’t look at him, not directly, yet there’s a sense, a subtle awareness, as if you know someone important is listening.

By the time the song ends, the room exhales.

Applause breaks out in uneven waves, but Silco remains still, gaze fixed on you as you step back from the mic. A slow thought settles behind his eyes, measured and dangerous in its certainty.

Interesting.

He lifts his glass at last, taking a sip, already considering what it would take to bring you closer, not to the stage, but to him.

After all, talent like yours shouldn’t be wasted on a room that doesn’t know how to appreciate it.

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Authors Notes: I love this idea so much I wish I'd come up with it!!

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