#ben+1

Feliz San Valentín a todos!❤️

It had been a long night. Sydney was exhausted, but instead of going home she decided to sit at the bar of the Delyle. Tonight had been dinner with her mother. A Herculean task under normal standards, but with the drama of her father cheating still hanging over her family and the fact that Sydney still was grieving and not happy and normal still aggravated her mother. All these factors meant that it had been a tiring night, her mother chiding and picking at her, laying out plans she expected from Sydney. Meetings with certain charity boards around town to get her back out there in proper society. Finally, her mother had gone home. But instead of going back to her sterile and lonely condo, Sydney sat at the bar. Her hand grasped the bottom of the wine glass, her fingers slowly tracing against the pattern on the base. Around her she could feel the restaurant changing to their final hour. She should leave soon, they were probably looking to close soon. Though her bartender was nowhere in sight, so she sat waiting for his return.

Knock Knock

Outside a certain knight house. A man with blue hair and a pipe holding some tea bags and....nice little triangle shape sandwiches.

“Nice to meet you Sir.. The Name Sigerson. Since we live in the same Condo i thought it be nice if we get to know each other. I try knocking on the door of our other Condo mate but they didn’t answer. I’m can make a educate guess they either a introvert or live a secretive life.”

Holmes put back his pipe and offer his hand out to shake. 

"Thank youuu," she said to the bartender, her voice gone sing-song and the corners of her lips hitched higher, in direct opposition to her eyelids which fell heavy. Did she need the two green tea shots she'd just ordered? No, not necessarily. But sad or dark, morbib, whatever you wanted to call this shindig, it was still at its core a party. And parties called for shots. Exactly why she'd taken the one and slid it harshly to her right, nudging the muscled body. "Congratulations, you've won the free shot lotto." Scout twisted in towards him— a him that she now recognized as Ben— her body situating itself close to his side as her head lulled, half intoxicated and half in query. "Cash in with a clink and a cheers in the next thirty seconds. Times a ticking."