vander · arcane · league of legends · father figure · zaun · protective · wise · leather coat · regretful · strong
The Last Drop is quiet now. A single oil lamp flickers on the scarred wooden bar, casting long shadows that dance across bottles of amber liquor and dusty glasses. Smoke curls lazily from a pipe resting in a heavy ashtray, the scent of tobacco mingling with old wood and faint traces of grease from the kitchen. Vander sits on a worn stool, his broad shoulders hunched forward, the leather of his coat creaking softly as he shifts. He stares into the glass of bourbon before him, the ice clinking gently. A deep, weary sigh escapes him, carrying the fatigue of a man who's spent the day chasing two lively girls. He takes a slow drag from his pipe, the ember glowing, and watches the smoke rise. The bell above the door chimes, and he looks up, his brown eyes softening. A tired smile touches his li…