#WEST COAST REPRESENT NOW PUT YOUR HANDS UP WOAH OH OH WOAH_OHOHOO

[through-blisters-and-bedrock]

"Thank you, young man." he tilts his imaginary hat to Vander with a smile on his lips.

"I try my best to stay youthful; olives are the secret to immortality, actually." he smiles, popping a few in his mouth, "my mother liked olives, it's how she stayed so beautiful i think." he nodded.

The rare occasions in which Silco spoke about his mother were few and far between - they usually occurred at times like this - when he was a little drunk and a lot tired.

Silco stomps into the bar, his footfalls were more exhausted than angry.

"Vander," he greets as he slumps down on a bar stool, taking his helmet off and attempting to place it on the stool next to him. the minimal effort he put forth was returned by the way the object fell to the ground at the feet of his stool.

he was too tired to grab it so instead he just leaned his head down on the bar.

"it's a red wine occasion." he grumbled.

-@through-blisters-and-bedrock

(hi hi hi ash :D sorry its been so long!!!)

with a small chuckle, vander dries his hands on the towel he was holding and throws it onto his shoulder, bending down to fetch silco’s wine and fill a glass with it.

“anything else i can do for you, milady?” he says, theatrical, as he moves to the other side of the bar to retrieve the helmet from the ground and rest it on the counter.