Co-owning a bar with your best friend may sound great, but it's more than just free drinks and parties. There's numbers to crunch, and supplies to keep track of. Not to mention the financial headache when you come up short. Now, after having a small business discussion with Vander over how to handle the deficit, the larger man has insisted that Silco use the rest of the night for himself. Go mingle, as Vander had put it.

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Things were already starting to get busy tonight at The Last Drop. People coming in, ordering drinks, dancing to music, and just generally enjoying themselves after a long day either working in the mines or the factories. Working conditions were rough as it is without something to look forward to once getting off the clock. At least, that was how Vander put it, and he was right. It was easier to get through the long hours digging out minerals in the stuffy mines, or spending the day on assembly lines in the grimy factories, when there was something to look forward to after.

However, that wasn't the case for Silco. His day didn't end anymore when he set down his pickaxe, and ascended from the dark, 'Grey' tainted tunnels of the mines. He didn't get to sit and relax with a smoke, and just forget the way his muscles ached from the long work hours by drowning it in cheap booze like the others. That wasn't to say that he still didn't have the smoke or a drink when his days digging ended. Now, however, his evenings were also spent hunched over accounting books and supply sheets.

The Last Drop had only been open for a few months now, and like everything new, it eventually would fade from that initial excitement to the dull roar of the regulars. It was a good thing that Silco and Vander had agreed to still stay on at the mines for that extra income until things could pick back up again. But, the long hours hefting that pickaxe down in the tunnels where the air was thick and got caught like a physical lump in your lungs, and then coming out of the dark only to spend the rest of his night bent over pages and running numbers was starting to really wear on Silco.

The tip of his pen stilled, hovering above the notebook page lined with numbers and financial figures. " ..." His voice muffled by the cigarillo that was clenched between his teeth, his free hand holding a page from the supply manifesto. They were coming up short again. Not as much as the last time thankfully, but he would have to have a word with Vander about them both supplementing the deficit with their pay from the mines.

"Sil?" Vander's voice broke though the concentration that Silco was in, and the rush of the sounds from the bar came hurtling back in. The soft chatter, the occasional louder than necessary laugh from some patron that had had one too many drinks already, the music weaving through the smoke hazed air from the speakers of the chem-tech jukebox, and the soft lighting from the yellow chem-lamps that hung around the bar all came back with a vibrancy. "You alright?"

Silco looked up into the silvery blue eyes of his best friend who was standing behind the bar, and sighed as he pulled the cigarillo from his mouth to tap the ashes out in the tray beside him, "We're short again." The smoke curled from his thin nose and lips as he spoke before blowing the rest out from the side of his mouth so as to avoid hitting Vander in the face with it, "One fifty, this time."

"That's better than the two twenty last time." Vander replied optimistically. Silco rubbed the tips of his fingers against his forehead in thought. Sure it was better, but how long would they have to do this? This business was supposed to get them out of the mines, not keep them in it just to make ends meet. His teal eyes caught sight of Vander pouring a glass of his favorite whiskey. A Piltovian brand that his friend kept off menu.

"Seventy-five each will cover it this time. But we have got to find a way to get more people to come in. We can't keep this up." Silco shook his head as he took another drag from his cigarillo, feeling the hot smoke fill his lungs as he held it for just a moment before blowing it all out in one long exhale.

"Neither can you, Sil. You look like a murk wolf used you for a chew toy." Vander joked, sliding the tumbler over to the smaller man. Silco let out a bark of a laugh, and rolled his eyes at his larger friend.

"Thank you, V. Good to know I look better than I feel." Silco pandered to the degrading jest, knowing that Vander meant it in good will. His long fingers set down his pen in the notebook's binding crease, and picked up the tumbler of whiskey. "To blisters, and bedrock." but, as Silco swallowed down the fiery liquor, Vander's meaty hand reached over, and closed the accounting book. "Hey!" The raven haired man protested as his teal eyes met silver-blue again.

"Sil, you've done enough for tonight. Go mingle for a bit." Vander nodded his head towards the small crowd of people, "You could use more friends than just Felicia and me." Silco turned his head to look out at the crowd, a look of uncertainty tightening his lips as well as the grip he had on his cigarillo between his fingers.

"And, hey, if you happen to get lucky..." Silco could hear the implication in his best friend's voice at that one, the way he let the words fall short so as to let the thought speak for itself. Vander was already refilling Silco's tumbler, a smirk plastered on the larger man's face as he watched Silco hesitantly stand from his bar stool, glass of whiskey in one hand, and half smoked cigarillo in the other. Silco was glad that Vander had such faith in him... because he wasn't so sure himself.