Jericho had his cloak over his head as he walked into the alley behind the last drop, aiming to knock on the back door, not wanting to risk any of Silcos workers seeing him enter and snitching to Silco.
Jericho knocks a few times on the back door, leaning agaisnt the wall beside it, he was exhausted, he wanted to see his friend and have a drink, he couldnt believe how stupid it was to have to sneak around to the place he used to work.
"Van? Its me Jericho."
@errandboyjericho
//Hey its me who asked if i could make the oc blog with the one sided crush haha\\
Vander lowers the stack of heavy wooden crates in his arms to the floor of the rarely-used maintenance corridor, then straightens, wincing. Years of abuse are finally starting to take their toll on his back. He'll try to have an easy night, he decides, and leave the chairs he needs to stack until the morning. He's about to return to the noisy main room of the bar when there's a knock behind him.
He frowns to himself, leaning in to listen, and when he catches the sound of a half-hushed voice calling from outside, his brows lift up again in surprise. He unlatches the door to reveal a cloaked figure, and underneath the hood, a familiar face.
"Didn't think I'd be seeing you here again, lad," Vander says, not unkindly. He glances out into the alley behind Jericho, conscious of the light drifting in from the street beyond, and the possibility of shrewd, Shimmer-bright eyes beyond it. His frown deepens. "You'd better come inside."
